It seemed like such nice day at first! We walked down towards miles 21-23, cheered people on, and had a nice lunch. I was inspired by the crowds cheering people they didn’t even know. I was in awe of the fact these people running past me will cover 26.2 miles, the thought alone baffled me! I enjoy running, but I don’t love it enough to do a full marathon.
We decided to call it a day around 2PM and walked back to our apartment. Shortly after, we heard news of bombs going off at the finish line. The images were gory and seemed so unreal! Thankfully, a friend running in the marathon was fine, along with her parents that were near the finish. It’s very scary and sobering when something like this happens. I’m grateful Andy didn’t happen to be in office, otherwise who knows?! Thankfully we were situated few miles out from the finish line, others were not as fortunate. The windows of his building were blasted out, and there was supposed to be another bomb explosion right outside an entrance.
I’m nervous about the Red Sox game I’m attending this week. It’s in a suite with a private bathroom, free beer, and turkey dinner. I’m not sure I can enjoy myself after what has happened, I hope nothing like these bombings happen again. But we can’t let fear rule our lives, we will move on!
I’m glad the rest of the devices they found didn’t go off. Situations like this, really show how united people can become! Lots of people stepped in to do what they could, and some runners even went to donate blood immediately after. It was great to see tweets and photos of people rallying. I’m thankful for all the friends and family made sure I was okay, that really means a lot!
I don’t know what kind of a sick fuck would do this, but this image shows whoever did it hasn’t won! Today is also the 6th year anniversary of the Virginia Tech shootings. My heart goes out to all affected.
If there is one thing you should know about me, it’s that sleep is my sanctuary. I might be pretty mellow, but F with my sleep cycle and YOU WILL PAY! My upstairs neighbors seem to forget that Andy and I work for a living. Crazy, right?! I had a feeling that getting sleep would be a big, giant #LOL4EVA when I heard the clack of unnecessary heels above my head. I never understood why these betches that visit my upstairs neighbors, feel the need to wear heels. Who are you impressing here!? Here is a tip ladies, guys couldn’t give a flying fig what’s on your feet! How do you not understand this concept? Being a shoe-fanatic I get you want to wear cute shoes. But, when you enter someones house, YOU TAKE THAT SHIT OFF AT THE DOOR! Also, who the fuck goes to parties on a Monday night with heels on IN WINTER? I can smell your desperation from one floor down ladies, it’s not flattering.
I had finally had enough after feigning sleep for four hours. Your disturbing hyena laugh and elephant stomp was the final straw. I leapt out of bed like that song by that Meatloaf feller, Bat Out of Hell. I also may have yelled, “I’m gonna hobo-shank these bitches”! Oh yes, I also grabbed my Swiffer and slammed it against the ceiling. Yes, dear diary, I went there. Never in my life did I want to become a ceiling-slammer! I was about to blindly lunge at my shoes in the dark to scream at them in person, but Andy calmly took the Swiffer away and lead me back to bed. If I had done this, I would have paused to put curlers on for full-effect. He ended up speaking to them about it, I hope a party-goer didn’t take a shit in the backyard again. *sigh*
Pardon the cheesy blog post title from a movie I haven’t seen since
1994 1997, and don’t remember anything about. I’m sure many of you have heard about this crazy ass snow storm that clobbered the living fuck out of the east coast last weekend? If not, good for you. Like all storms, I generally take what the meteorologists say with a grain Krusty O’s.
But I’m a huge chicken when it comes to snow storms, so I worked from home on Friday. Good thing I did because much to my surprise, it actually did start snowing. I didn’t think it was going to be all that bad though, but I kept up with shoveling the back area because it’s surrounded by a fence and concrete wall. I woke up Saturday morning to let Zorro out. This happened:
I had no idea how to react other than shouting “what in ACTUAL fuck?” aloud to myself. I then proceeded to be the world’s crappiest girlfriend, and woke Andy with my panic about how to get the dog out and if he thinks we have enough dish soap to last us the weekend. Yup.
He shoveled out the front door and made a path to through the back so we wouldn’t lose Zorro in a 4′ snow bank. I don’t know why I was so worried he would drown, he is half Siberian Husky after all. He cut through the snow banks like a freakin’ dolphin escaping tuna fishermen. I fell in a snow bank and he “saved” me by licking my face. Worst snow fake-rescue dog ever!
Normally our area is pretty well plowed. Apparently they forgot all about us, since it actually ya know, snowed a lot. Weird, I know! Also, my neighbors are morons who threw snow onto the street. I submitted a claim to have our street plowed, once Saturday afternoon rolled around and I ran out of things to do that involved not leaving the couch. They didn’t actually plow until Sunday. I was so mad! I’m so grateful to have snow pants because we got stir-crazy Saturday night and walked down the area where the bars are.
I actually had to work from home on Monday again because they did the worst plow-job ever on my street. We also had a giant-ass snow bank blocking our driveway that we needed to kill. I decided to be “that guy” and submit another claim to have our street plowed. I figured it couldn’t hurt, they actually did come back and do another pass…on TUESDAY after I got home from work. Oh, Boston!
During my weekend of pretend agoraphobia, I did get some stuff done. After being with the same car insurance company since I was 16, I decided to switch. I also became addicted to the Simpsons version of The Sims called, Tapped Out. I know you’re all jealous of my Krusty Burger and Jebediah Springfield statue! I also did not win a TV over the weekend from my nephews school raffle. What the heck man?! I needed to win it for Andy so it could be his Christmas gift for the next 7 years. Oh well…
There are a few odd folks that live in my area. One of them talks to chipmunks and feeds them peanuts. He does this while sporting an orange sweatband across his long locks. There is another guy that decided to take a dump in the back patio of my apartment. I blame “Dump Guy” on my upstairs neighbors, that thought it would be a “good idea” to party with him. There is also the “L Street Mechanic Guy”. He can be seen on most weekdays with his long spindly legs sticking out from under his 1995 Honda Civic along the bend of our narrow street. How this man still has legs, is a mystery to me! Moronic college students like to play chicken while driving 50MPH down the street. He also has an impressive (what I like to call) Bald Eagle Mullet. Lastly, there is Robe Guy. Robe Guy is my favorite!
As soon as I moved in, I spotted him on his front porch. He was sporting a red flannel robe while totting a large bottle of whiskey. This was at 11AM. It turns out that Robe Guy is a cab driver! Next time I need a cab, I’m going to call his company and ask for Robe Guy. I just want to be friends with him, so we can get hooked up with cab rides when we’re in a pinch. I imagine us calling the cab company and getting connected with Robe Guy. We’ll chat and laugh during our 3 mile commute and become BFF’s. Perhaps he will be a cool dude and give us a free ride once in awhile, we’ll be sure to tip our friend generously. So Robe Guy, will you be our new BFF?!
I work in the footwear/apparel industry. Our dress code is pretty casual, they ask you don’t wear competitor apparel or shoes. We carry sweat pants so really you can wear sweats as long as it’s our brand. shockingly, I have yet to take advantage of this. Some people take this lax code to the extreme, but I’m not blogging about fashion blunders today. I want to talk about people that still dress up despite the casual atmosphere.
I sorta envy these people. They look so nice everyday and all I can manage is remembering to put pants on before I leave the house! I chose to work the earlier shift because I’m allergic to traffic, like severe anaphylaxis here.
Not being a morning person (ie basically useless before 10am), I can’t be bothered to carve out time to put on makeup and find a cute outfit EVERYDAY. That just blows my friggin’ mind, leaving my nice clothes untouched. I like to dress up when going out. But, I’m an indecisive outfit picker. It can take me hours to pick an outfit, and probably days to pack a suitcase for a trip. Thankfully I’m also impatient. What happens when I spend too much time figuring out what navy top to wear? I get mad at myself and grab the first thing I see and walk out the door. I think I should create a set of standard “fail safe” outfits for when I’m plagued by crippling indecision over frivolous things.
Another issue, I hate wearing things over and over for my “going out (leaving the house)” outfits. WHAT IN ACTUAL FUCK IS THE MATTER WITH ME?!! This needs to stop. Maybe once I jump over that hurdle, I can “dress up (not look homeless)” for work 1-2x a week? Maybe I can tap into my colossal makeup collection as well. I might be asking too much there…
Oh yes, TWO DAYS UNTIL DEXTER!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh yes, yes, it smells like a tuna melt up in here. It makes me want to cry because it’s only 9:37am…lunch is so far away. Side note, not sure why someone is heating up tuna at 9:37am.
While attending #BiSC back in May, we got hooked up with an awesome free brunch from the creator of CrushHub . The brunch was totally excellent! Each table got to set up our #BiSC-uit friend Amber. Amber has good taste, and went with our table selection of the Coasta Rican surf God! We all had a lot of fun with it. Our buddy Chris, the creator of CrushHub is having a contest for #BiSC12 attendees to win a prize by tweeting, blogging, and Facebook-ing about the launch of CrushHub. You should really check it out, especially since I’m shamelessly plugging it people!
They gave us sketch pads to express our creativity! C’mon!
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Ooops, looks like I’ve been neglecting my slice of the internets for awhile now! I’m going to blame #VEDA. I spent a month making vlogs, making new internet friends, and haven’t been ”internet productive” since. How many more times can I use “internet” in this post?! If you want to check out 31 days of me, click here. Don’t worry, I won’t be offended if 31 vlogs of me scares the shit out of you. I scare me too. I’ll leave you with my final vlog, it took a lot of effort because I had to wear velvet, tons of makeup, hoop earrings, and plastic hair.
I’m going to continue this post by adding pictures and a bullet point recap of August. I’ll try to remember to recap September, since it like ends this week. *cries*
- Seeing and meeting the band Sponge (again)
- Hosting a successful BBQ at our new apartment (ie. no creep show neighbors taking a dump in our backyard again).
- Tasting many different beers and tasty foods at the zoo with dinosaurs and a gorilla.
- The arrival of my cute new niece!
- Fun date nights with my boyfriend.
- Heading to another Red Sox game. They lost (of course) because they suck now.
- Spending Labor Day by the beach with my BFF and her family. A successful end to August!
Boats N Hoes
Mini golf fun
Having some rum with a pirate
Yummy fried food!
My boyfriend decided it would be a good idea to co-host a backyard BBQ with our upstairs neighbors. Good thing nobody asked me first, my reply would have been “no thanks”. Having lived at home most of my life, hosting isn’t something I have a ton of experience with, or desire to do. When my parents took vacations, I never hosted parties there. I just didn’t feel like cleaning up after, figuring out what to do for food, and “activities”. Maybe the fact I lack the party-throwing gene makes me an ass, or unsocial. While I know I’m not unsocial, I just prefer going to a party rather than throwing one with random people. I don’t know if I can argue the not being an ass part.
Seeing as how I’m used to mostly attending parties, I feel there are major holes in hosting capabilities. I know I’m definitely not doing this alone, but I still have some anxiety towards it. I think it’s the lack of control and the fact I can’t leave my own party.
Will there be enough food? WILL EVERYONE BE BORED? What in the hell will we even talk about?! Will there be random people tramping through my apartment with their dirty sneakers? Will it rain (HOLY FUCK, I MAY DROP DEAD FROM ANXIETY IF IT RAINS AND I HAVE ALL THESE PEOPLE IN MY APARTMENT AND ONLY 5 CHAIRS!!)? Will someone accidentally leave the gate open so my dog can run away? Will someone throw up all over my bathroom? How long will it take me to clean my apartment on Sunday with a crazy hangover? Will a neighbor call the cops from the noise? Will the creepy douchenstein across the street invite himself over and take a large dump in my backyard (again)? Ugh, I’m so not cut-out for party hosting more than a handful of people.
I thought writing out this post would make me realize how ridiculous I sound, but I’ve successfully made myself feel worse. High five, team self! Hopefully I’ll survive this fiasco without rain, shit, and vomit everywhere. Am I asking too much? Even if I do make it through, please don’t ask me to host your friends cousins next “Doggie Comes Out of the Closet” party.
Is it too late to retract my RSVP?
I had a great weekend at the beach. I definitely need to take advantage of my brothers beach house more often, it’s in a nice little town and minutes from the water. We headed up to attend my niece and nephew’s birthday. It was great spend time with my family and go to the beach. I made Andy take the Zakim bridge pictures while I was driving there. I have a million pictures of the bridge already, but you can never have too many bridge pictures, right?!! I always get excited for vacations because it means we get pancake breakfasts. It was a beautiful the whole time and really hot at the beach. The water in Maine is still really cold though, BRRRR! I had to be sweltering to get myself go in. We had a great time at the party. It’s nice to spend more time with family, I don’t get to do that as much since I moved.
We headed out into town, and found this great place that has fun drink creations. We wandered around to other places, got our palms read, walked around for pizza, and eventually staggered home. I was ready for more time at the beach! We also went to the zoo and lighthouse. I’m sad the weekend is over, but Monday is almost done and I’m working from home tomorrow and have Wednesday off. I think Andy and I are heading to Cambridge to watch the Boston fireworks from across the river.
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