Got ::hic::Hiccups? ::hic::

Me: i have the hiccups
LK: ok
LK: drink water backwards
Me: what?
Me: how the hell do i do that?
LK: drink water from the other side of the glass
LK: or the side that is farthest from you
Me: im drinking through a straw
LK: fine
LK: do what you want
Me: no ive been hiccuping all day HELP ME
LK: you are like the hiccup girl that was on the Today show
LK: seriously, drink water from the other end of the glass
Me: how do i do that if its in a naglene and im drinking out of the straw!
LK: cant help ya then. i give up
Me: you cannot give up!
Me: you're the Supreme Ruler
Me: of the WORLD!
LK: LOL
LK: watch me
Me: come on
Me: oh wait a second
Me: i think
Me: they re gone!!
Me: arguing with you made them go away!

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LK showed me this website also. The wonders of google people.
What are your hiccup (hiccough) cures??

It's still like the 17th Century. Except that everyone has I-Pods.

So. Hard. Getting Up. This Morning.

Last night, I stayed up a little later than I usually do watching the Yankees beat up on the White Sox and I chit chatting away with some DC Yankees fan.

Tim and I have been talking about moving. It started out as just that, talk. But as the weeks have gone by, Tim has slowly realized that the BFD just wasn't interested in hiring him (or several hundred other people). So the thought of moving somewhere else has gotten more and more attractive. I brought up the idea of moving again last night while laying in bed trying to fall asleep.

Me: This time next year I want to be getting ready to move down to DC.
Tim: Yea. I think that's a good idea.
Me: Really?
Tim: Yea. Maybe I need to get on that Montgomery County Fire Dept application then huh?
Me: Maybe you should

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Friday mornings, Tim has to be at the bar at 8am. So we get to commute together which is a mixed blessing.

T: I want to try to get on the earlier train today, not the 7:22.
Me: Okay. I've been getting on the one after the 7:22 and still making it on time.
T: We'll see.

7:15- Tim is still walking Bailey. So no 7:15 train.
7:26- We finally leave the apartment.

The stop was really crowded this morning, which is never a good sign.

T: What's up with the T?
Me: What?
T: Why is he pulling into the station at 5mph?
Me: This can't be good.

"ATTENTION PASSENGERS: The next stop on this train will be BU Central. No Stops in Between".

T: Awesome. Express! I love when it goes express.
Me: Somehow I don't think it's still considered "express" when you're traveling at 5mph down Comm Ave.
T: No shit. And they want to raise the fares, again. Nothing has improved on this system in the last 10 years. And they still want to charge us more. $2 a ride is enough.
Me: This whole city operates like we're still in the 17th Century. Only we have electricity now.
T: And everyone has an I-pod surgically attached to their head.


By the time we got to Hynes, I couldn't take it anymore.
I got off with Tim and said goodbye as he went to work and I patiently waited for the next train to take me the rest of the way.

8:08am- Finally at Park Street. Fuck I'm late.
8:10am- Yes! Redline train waiting for me on the platform!
8:10am- Wait. Why isn't anyone getting on the train?

"This train is running express to Harvard Square".

8:11- NO!!!!!!!!!!!
8:15- Still waiting at Park St.
8:20- I need a Venti anything, NOW.

Yep.
D.C'.s looking mighty fine this mornin'.

And God Said... "Let's Do This"

Good Morning Internet!
TGIFF!!!

Yesterday, after fighting with UPS for almost 3 days, my bundle of joy finally arrived!!

Internet, Ursula. Ursula, Internet.

Isn't she GORGEOUS!



Here are her interchangeable parts.

I could not wait to get home from class last night, (I am taking a refresher Italian course with a hottie hot hottie for a professor, more on this later) just to rip open the box and clean my carpets. Seriously this thing SUCKS! (In a good way).

My carpet looks so much better, and I haven't even used the extra tools or the cleaning kits yet!
That was just too overwhelming to try to start that at 10pm.

And to answer your questions about that first picture- No I don't have a shopping obsession with QVC. Believe it or not, those are still packed boxes from when I "moved" out of my Mom's house in Brooklyn 2 months ago.

What. Don't look at me like that.

Fun with the NY Times

I read the NYtimes Wedding Announcements.
Every week.
What?
It's not like I am fantasizing about getting married.
What?
I'm not!
Just because on Friday I posted a pretty diamond ring that I liked doesn't mean I have marraige on the brain.
Oh just shut up.

No matter what you think, they are really good for a laugh.

"It was then that I knew for sure that I would be changing my adoption paperwork from single to couple.”

"When the couple met online in April 2005, Ms. Israel was as concerned about where Mr. Silverstein lived (New Jersey) as he was about who she lived with (her two cats)".

“'I was 35, single again and in a bad mood, but decided I could at least put on some mascara and a less ratty T-shirt,' Ms. Kohns recalled. Off she roared downtown on her BMW".

OK, That last one made me a little sick. But still funny (!!).
And of course, no NY Times Wedding Announcement wouldn't be complete without the resume of the betrothed.

"The bride’s father is a neurosurgeon at the Brain and Spine Center in Williamsville, N.Y., and he is the chief of neurosurgery at Mount Saint Mary’s Hospital in Lewiston".

"The bridegroom’s mother is a medical technologist in a chemistry laboratory at Winthrop-University Hospital in Mineola, N.Y. His father, a physiatrist, retired as the assistant chief of physical medicine and rehabilitation at the Veterans Affairs Medical Center in Chillicothe, Ohio".

"Her mother, who is retired, was a senior technology auditor for financial software at PepsiCo in Purchase, N.Y. The bride’s maternal grandfather, the late Tran Van Tuyen, was a vice premier of South Vietnam in 1965".

After reading a lot of these, I wonder what mine would look like.
Now let's use our imagination here:

Julie and Tim were finally married yesterday after a long 15 year courtship. They met during the summer of 2002, while volunteering at a camp for children with life threatening illnesses. She was working with the 6-8 year olds he with the 9-12's. After returning from a long nature walk in the 90 degree heat, she stopped to sit on a chair, using her bright yellow volunteer shirt as a resting place for all of the children's gathered pine cones. Tim walked past Julie and said, "Nice Cones" and that's how it began.

The bride 34, is newly appointed CEO of American Express and the principle owner of the NY Yankees, she bought out former own George Steinbrenner in late 2015. She is a graduate of Northeastern University and earned her MBA and Law Degrees at Stanford.

She is the daughter of Marie of Brooklyn, NY and Stuart of Staten Island, NY. Her mother, who is retired, was the director of the United State's Housing and Urban Development New York City Office. Her father a retired baseball umpire.

The bridegroom 36, is restaurateur and principle owner of the Voedsel Restaurant Group based out of Boston, with offices in New York, Washington D.C. and San Diego. He graduated from Wheelock College (Boston) and received his MBA from Boston College.

He is a son of Linda and Matthew of Worcester, MA. His mother is a retired coordinator of Fallon Medical Group. His father is the founder and artistic director of Pilgrim Soul Productions, based out of Worcester.


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I invite you all to leave your "wedding announcements" in the comments section.

Blame this Post on Lindsey!

Note to self: Do not read Lindsey's blog right before you go to sleep for the night. You may have the following results.

Well it's official.
I'm crazy. I had a dream last night that involved a blogger that I lurve.

Now I usually don't remember much about my dreams. But I often wake up feeling strange and confused. This morning I awoke with the same feeling, and with the peculiar feeling that I was experiencing dejavú. Once my eyes finally adjusted and I was up and watching the Today Show, I sat up and exclaimed, "Holy shit! Laurel was in my dream last night!"

Before you jump to any conclusions or get all jealous pants on me and say why didn't you dream of me? or me? I am pretty sure it is because I read Laurel's blog right before I read Lindsey's last night. So simmer down.

In my dream, Laurel was at my house. Which looked like a giant sized version of my apartment. Her and her man friend, which was not AS, but was my friend Tony were spending the night. At least I think they were because I was playing hostess and changing the sheets on the bed in the guest room.

Oh and Laurel, you were pregnant.
But don't worry because I was prego too.

And that's all I really remember from my dream.

Thankyouverymuch.

Thanks a lot Lindsey!

Hi There. Would you like a Cookie?

Yesterday afternoon my boss was on her way to a meeting and asked me if I could deliver two very important envelopes before I went home for the day. Since they needed to go across campus to our financial office, she told me that I could take off early and then just head home once I delivered them. Score!

I got home around 5:15. It was such a nice day out, (well it was above 30 and sunny), that I took Bailey for a long walk around the neighborhood. We wandered down to the end of my street to the park. Bailey ran around for a bit doing her business and seriously frolicking through the newly fallen snow. She does this thing where she buries her entire snout in the snow and then looks at me like, "Momma Look! I'm so cute!". After about 20 minutes of that, we continued on through my neighborhood.

We're walking past this beautiful house, when a women comes out. She's holding a coffee mug and wearing a plush white bathrobe with matching slippers. (Nicole & Aimee: She has clothes on underneath, so don't even ask me). We exchange hellos and how do you dos and she yells out:

"Would you like a cookie?"
"Um. No Thank you". (You freaking weirdo. Besides my mom told me never to accept cookies from strangers).
"Ok well, whenever your dog wants a cookie, you can take one".
::In my head:: "OOOOH my dog. You want to know if my dog wants a cookie."
"Bailey, would you like a cookie?"

So Bailey got a cookie. The woman tried to give her a green "healthy" one. But Bailey promptly huffed at it and got a nice orange colored cheese flavored treat.

She boosted Bailey's ego a bit and then we were on our way. Back to playing with the snow and chasing little children.

What a wonderful evening with my Bailey.