Facebooking

I recently posted a status on facebook that said something like: "Maybe instead of looking for sympathy on facebook people should seek therapy" because I was getting annoyed at status updates appearing in my news feed that said: "everyday is a bad day for me", "I have a migraine :-(, and all other like facebook fighting, and once in a while these are fine but a lot of the people that I grew up with in Pittsfield had these status updates every friggin day. And then I realized that I don't give a crap about any of these people and unfriended all of them. I was interested in the beginning like how these people turned out and what they and their families looked like but I don't want to keep up with these people. I knew some from summer camp and some from middle school and really, I haven't laid eyes on these people in 15 years! (Which is GD horrifying that I have known people for that long!)
I really like the friends I have, especially the ladiez (well and Ryan) that I have known for years and we have been through crap that bonds people. So if I haven't seen you since summer camp when you were the most popular girl and I well, wasn't, I don't really want to know why your life sucks because you had a kid when you were 17 yrs old and now you have to work 2 jobs because the baby daddy left you.
What? I'm just being honest!

Wrong store

I was in Burlington, VT this past weekend, visiting my ol' college town and my friend Candy. I went with my friend Erin and the 3 of us got together because we all used to work in the ER in registration, we hadn't seen Candy in 8 years! DUDE! 8 years!

So we were walking around downtown Burlington, Church St. and we went into one of those "Life is good" stores, you know the t-shirts and hats that say "Life is good" and have a picture of a stick man doing the "good" stuff. Yea...I was in the wrong store. There was a "Life is good" t-shirt with someone running, that doesn't say life is good to me, that says, "Crap life is bad because I am being chased by wild dogs, RUN!" Or the one that had stick man holding a cup of coffee sitting in front of a fire with his dog, this one said "Happy Hour", oh dear. This scene does not make me happy, why the f*$% would I go outside and make a fire and drink coffee by it? How is that fun? This t-shirt must have been implying this is the happy hour before the end of the world and that stick dude has to eat his dog off of the fire, kinda like in Cormac McCarthy's book "The Road".

And I have said this many times, probbies on this blog...Didn't my ancestors work for hundreds of years to NOT sleep outside and pee in the woods? Well if I go and do that I am just throwing all their hard work in their face, and I can't do that!

I will honor my ancestors and make my own life is good t-shirt, with stick man sitting on a couch, with a remote, a beer and a computer and maybe a pizza, or cheese and crackers, depends on my mood.

Social Butterfly

No not me...Mike and I have a friend, lets call him...Lane, because that's his name, Mike told me he is at a wedding this weekend in Colorado. Dude how many friends does he have?! He is at a wedding every month, flying all over the place for them. I realized that seriously I have like 6 friends. The ones I know through Mike are already married, except Ken and I don't see him getting married anytime soon. My other friends, 1 eloped, 1 is dating and 1 is engaged and she isn't getting married until Oct of next year! Lane is EVERYWHERE! Maybe its because he is Southern, he is very friendly so that might be how he gets invited to so many weddings. I don't want anymore friends! It would be exhausting. Unless a new friend lived like across the hall because pretty much I go to work, go to the gym, sit on couch, bed. And thankfully Mike likes to do that to cause I ain't goin out clubbin on the weekends, I may drink a glass of wine and watch Forensic Files and I am like YEA!

Long time

Dude...haven't not written on this blog in sooooo long, like long enough for the whole web address not to show up when I started typing the beginning of it, oops. But I was busy! Okay not like super busy, nothing dramatic has happened but Mike and I were in Ireland for almost 2 weeks and we just got back last Wednesday. I needed a few days to recover and do awesome stuff like pick up prescriptions and do laundry.

I went to work on Friday so I could start catching up on stuff so tomorrow (Monday) shouldn't be so awful. I did have 360 e-mails though, that was fun.

(Oh my god I love candy corn, I am eating some right now and last year I didn't like it and now my teeth are going to fall out by the end of the month because I munch on this deliciousness every day, however I could only from the Autumn mix and it has the gross candy corn with the brown on the bottom so I have to dig for the good stuff, all the more satisfying.)

Okay so anyway...very exciting news...I think my town has a crazy lady! SOOOOO excited! I have seen her 3 times and I remember seeing her a few months ago and lady is crazy! She has gray frizzy crazy hair and she wears hot pink lip stick and tight jeans, oh and she has got to be in her 60s. She walks around with lots of shopping bags, the biggest being a GAP bag. Hot. She walks around the streets of our downtown area and talks very loudly, yelling occasionally. How I love to watch other people's drama, I may have to follow her one day (from afar of course) to observe the craziness. Oooooooo....delightful.

Big man

I went to the dentist this morning so I spent 30 minutes there and 90 minutes trying to drive 8 miles to work, how nice. I was driving down Huntington Ave which this time of year should be called "look at all the dumb college kids who walk out into traffic and see how many I can almost injure". I was behind a silver Mercedes Benz who had an altercation with one of the creatures I just mentioned...slim shady decided it would be a good idea to bolt across the road in front of several cars and when he almost lost a knee cap to the benz's bumper proceeded to do that dance that people do...like "yea you wanna piece of me, yea come and get it". He was doing this dance at the car and then as the car went by cool kid hit the trunk a few times. Sigh. This is the youth of America, nice. I am sure your little rooster dance in your baggy pants falling off your ass-plaid shirt un-tucked-vitamin water toting self- totally showed that guy who was boss. Totally.

Friggin idiot.

Tales from the commuter rail, vol 4

So there is this Asian woman who takes my train and also works where I work and I watch for her every day, here is why...as soon as the train pulls up to Ruggles she bolts out of the train and tries to run up the stairs. Tries to run up the stairs not does because there are about 60 people also walking up the stairs and they are usually not in any hurry to get to work. As soon as she gets to the top of the stairs and into Ruggles she then bolts through the train station and down the stairs to the shuttle, then she sits. When we get to Longwood Ave., yup she bolts out of the shuttle and runs into work. There are many reasons I find this amusing, first where the f*#$ are you going? I make it to work at the same time you do and lady I ain't running anywhere at 7:30am. And she is just running to go somewhere and wait, like the shuttle. If you want to get to work that fast then run there from the train station.

Another reason this daily running of the lady amuses me is her look, she has very thick glasses and her hair...oh her hair, its like a mushroom, that is how I would describe it. Its cut very short and is all puffy and big on the top so it looks like an upside down triangle. I wish I was friends with someone on the train, well actually I wish someone I am friends with already took the train because I really don't want to make a train friend, because I want to say to someone "And she's off..." and do a little race commentary every morning. I mean I do that already but its in my head and not nearly as fun as if I were to say it out loud.

Karma came back

A while ago I had written about how I was being tested by the universe and karma and I think I passed. Then it all came back to me. Last Wednesday Erin, Liz and I went to Shecky's in the South End, its a shopping-a-poloza billed as a "Girl's Night Out". Its twice a year, you pay $15 for a ticket and you get awesome gift bags and access to all these vendors who are selling their products at discount prices. They also give you free drinks, they are basically trying to get you drunk so you buy more, very clever.

Anywho, we usually do a dry run around all the tables and see what they have, Erin however broke that rule and bought some really cute jewelry. Then we passed by a table full of bags which I have plenty of but 2 years ago at Shecky's I got the world's most perfect black bag. These bags were gorgeous! There was this beautiful brown leather one, ahhhhh, buttery tan leather, fun print inside, and it was huge! It was $115 but this girl is just starting out so if she was famous this bag would have been like $800, it was beautiful. So I said if we went around and we came back and the bag was still there I would get it. We came back like a half hour later and it was still there so I decided to buy it. Problem! She only took cash or check. Crap. I only had like $40 on me and that was for dinner after and I haven't carried around a check book in like 5 years. So I told the girl it wasn't meant to be but I took a card and promised to buy from there. In my head I was like, shit it will be full price but it was beautiful. So I turned around and walked over to the next table where Erin and Liz were.

Then the girl from the land of beautiful bags came over to me and said: "Do you want to just take the bag and you can send me a check?" I was like..."WHAT?! Really?! Are you serious?" SHE WAS! I asked her if she wanted my name or my phone number or my social security number? She said: "No, I trust you." DUDE! I hugged that bag for the rest of the night and told anyone who would listen how friggin awesome that woman was. I even found the owner of Shecky's to tell her.

I love my bag, love it! I sent her a check the next day and a thank you note. I am so glad she picked me!

Go to her website! http://livemia.com/