Feeling Strangely Fine

68 is the high for today.
I am freezing in my office, with just a little bit of my window open.
Mind you I have on a cable knit sweater with 3/4 sleeves. (Still cold)

Why is it that when it is 68 degrees and overcast in September it's cold... but when it's the first 68 degree day in April or May, I am wearing a skirt and short sleeves?

I am praying for rain.
Not only because we desperately need it around these parts, but also because Tim's company is taking him and his co-workers to the Budweiser Box at Fenway tonight, and I cannot go because I have to work.
And in case you haven't figured it out by now, I am a vindictive bitch.

(ouch. that hurt)

(whatever... my mom always taught me that honesty was the best policy)

My birthday was a complete success just in case you were all curious.
Wonderful friends, wonderful food, wonderfully tasting vodka beverages.
What more could a girl ask for??

Pictures tomorrow!

Where the Playas Play.

Apparently I'm gangsta.

Tomorrow morning I am headed to Hotlanta to meet up with the infamous Ari and Joanna for a wonderful break from Boston. We're all meeting up in Atlanta, where our friend Phil lives (for now) and spending the whole day Saturday doing touristy stuff before getting up early on Sunday morning to drive the Alabama back roads (think Deliverance) towards Florida.

Oh don't worry... I will have my camera out and on the ready. Don't you worry.
I'll be back on Wednesday, so don't miss me too much.
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Last night, I called Tim's bar to say goodnight.
The phone rang about 15 times, before someone answered,

"Hello?"
"Um. Can I talk to Tim please?"
"Uh Who?"
"THE MANAGER... DO YOU EVEN WORK THERE???"
"No I don't. Hold on though, I'll try to find him".

Needless to say, he hung up on me.

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Finally... Good luck to my kickball team!
My trip gets me home just in time to miss our first playoff game.
But I have the utmost confidence in all of them that they will win!
The other captain and I ordered wristbands for our team to wear and they finally came in today.

GO AMISH!

I know, you're all jealous.

See you Wednesday!

Finally Something Entertaining at the Ballet.

To: Guy Who Screamed Obscenities at the Ballet the Other Night:

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Date: 2007-05-07, 11:59AM PDT


It was Don Quixote, a rather fun full-length ballet, nobody dies like in the dreary Giselle or Swan Lake.

Another fantastic performance by the SF Ballet. I know you enjoyed it. Our whole section knows you enjoyed it. Every time a dancer would perform a particularly impressive jump, or a series of 3+ pirouettes, you would say, "Whoa!" or "Jaysus!"

This, I didn't mind. As a former dancer and now a season-ticket holder of our City's fine company, I get a kick out of hearing others' excitement for an artform I hold dear. Much better than the guy next to me whose head started to fall like a kid in an 8th grade math class.

So, the curtain falls. The end. Applause.

Curtain comes up and the dancers begin to take their bows. You notice a few people standing up. Was it an ovation? NO! They were LEAVING! These people could not WAIT to get to their cars (they were obviously not MUNI riders, walkers or cab-hailers like most of us in the City)! They had no time for CLAPPING! They had to get out now!

It was then you yelled, in your beautiful gray-haired old crotchety man voice, "WILL YOU PEOPLE SIT DOWN AND LET THE *POLITE* PEOPLE SHOW THEIR APPRECIATION?!," slight pause, "YA ASSHOLES!"

Now, I have seen dozens of ballets in my relatively short lifetime of 25 years. Never, not once, have I encountered a fan of ballet quite like you. At the ballgame, sure, that kind of yelling is par for the course. At the ballgame we eat peanuts and leave the shells in piles at our feet.

Sir, this was THE BALLET.

And for your outburst directed at the people who think somewhere in their tiny brains that it is even remotely acceptable to get up and leave during the curtain call, remotely acceptable to not even clap for the world class artists who just performed a most difficult and worthwhile ballet for our enjoyment (artists whose salary is about that of a standard office receptionist), remotely acceptable to WALK OUT while the house lights are up and we can all (including the dancers) see...

Kind sir, for your outburst, screaming at these "assholes", I thank you from the bottom of my art-loving heart.

I've been wanting to say that for a long time.

And WOW! They sat their asses down, didn't they?! A few were even clapping.

You are the BEST.

Cordially,
Fellow Supporter of the Fine Arts in San Francisco

Courtesy of craigslist- and Tarah.

Monday and Coach Keg Cans and Jail Games, Oh My!

Happy Monday Internet!

My weekend was boring. Boring and nice. I can count the number of times on my hand that I actually left my apartment. Which is a glorious thing sometimes.

Saturday night, I learned that I could fit 3 (!!) Heineken Keg cans in my tiny Coach purse.
Tim learned that playing the Roxanne drinking game after about 7 straight wins at Beer Pong is not a good idea.

Anyway.

I dare you to go to here and tell me that you do not have the urge to squish the little dog.
That sounds weird, but you'll understand.
Trust me.

Have I ever steered you wrong before?

Have I?

I think I just Threw Up... A little Bit.

A co-worker of mine sent me this information via e-mail.
She said she saw something about it on Good Morning America.
Tell you the truth I am more of Today show gal.
Damn that Matt Lauer is fine.
Ew. Did I just say that?


courtesy of wbztv.com

(CBS4) BOSTON

"Whether it’s a fashion statement or purely practical, for most women, a purse is a must have. Did you ever stop to think where your handbag goes during the day?

We wanted to find out what kind of germs a woman’s bag might pick up along the course of a day. A lab tested more than two dozen handbags for traces of various bacteria.

Even the scientist who conducted the tests was surprised at what she found.

“I had no idea that it would be that much bacteria,” said microbiologist Amy Karren of Nelson Labs.

This was not just the harmless kind of bacteria you find around your house, this was the kind that makes you sick.

“We found pseudomonas, staphylococcus aureus, E-coli family and salmonella”, she said.

Pseudomonas can cause eye infections, staph aureus can cause skin infections and E-coli and salmonella can cause serious intestinal problems.

The test found leather or vinyl purses were generally cleaner than cloth bags and women with kids tend to have dirtier purses than singles.

So what can you do to avoid picking up these potentially harmful bacteria?

Experts suggest using a hook to hang your purse, particularly when you are in a public restroom.

They say you should also keep your purse off the kitchen counter or anywhere else you might eat. Wiping the bottom of your bag with a mild soap or disinfectant will kill much of those harmful germs."

Where have your handbags been ladies??

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.

We made brownies, and I think we're dead.

Thank you Haddy for showing this to me.
The video that I saw was here.
But I found it on Youtube so that I could share it with you all.
I apologize that is Bill O'Reilly. But it was all I could find.

Being a Grown Up Stinks.

My friend Michaela is from Nantucket.
When I first met her I thought that was the coolest thing ever. I never knew anyone that actually lived there, heck I've never even been there.
We were the same major in college, so we were together a lot.
We went to class together, we partied together, we went to Red Sox games together... you get the point.


During one of the few summers I spent in class, we had this horrid 8am Respiratory Therapy class that lasted for 3 hours! Three HOURS! Twice a week! Over the summer!

One hot June morning, I noticed that Michaela hadn't shown up. I didn't think much of it because well the class sucked. The room the class was in was sort of like a computer lab so we each got our own computer. Needless to say I (and most of my classmates) spent the entire class on the internet and on AIM Express talking to each other.

That morning, I got an IM from Michaela saying that she was heading to the beach and that she would meet me in front of my apartment in 45 minutes. After some chatting back and forth and wondering how I was just going to go about gathering my things and leave class without the professor saying something, I was convinced. Not a moment later my professor left the lab to run to his office for something. I seized the opportunity, shut off my computer, grabbed all of my stuff and ran out of the building all the way back to my apartment.

At 1015, she was downstairs honking her horn and ready to go.

Since graduation, I haven't hung out with her that much. She's busy with grad school and well you know I'm just lazy. But we see each other occasionally and still chat to catch up.

Today it's supposed to hit 80 degrees here in Boston.
At 9am I got a text message from Michaela

M: "Are you off today?"
Me: " No, why want me to cut out and head to the beach?"
M: " Yes, :). Going to the gym now. Pick you up at 11:30?"
Me: "I can't, I wish I could".
M: "Bummer, call me later".

God I hate being a grown up.

Thanks Aimee!

Internet! Look what got delivered just this second at work!


WOOHOO!
Can't wait to start it this weekend!
Thank you Aimee for the postcard.

Oh and another thanks to Aimee for introducing this website to me.
Because I have done nothing but that since I got to work.
:)

Tim- If you're reading, I like this one the best.

Don't worry, he doesn't visit here unless I make him.

What did you say about my Mama!

On my desk at work I have a "page-a-day" calendar of Italian phrases.
Every morning when I open my gmail, I write the Italian phrase underneath my status for the day. This started mainly for Ari, because he enjoyed attempting to translate them. But now most of my friends comment on the phrase over g-mail chat.

This morning's phrase is "Ho mancato il mio treno" (I missed my train).

Tarah: what about a 'ho on your train?

me: depends were you on my train this morning

OOOOHHH!!!!

I DISSED YOU!!

Tarah: No, but your mom was!

Ohhhhh snap!

me: oh man

that never gets old

Tarah: I gotta say, I'm happy it doesn't

It's the little things Internet. The little things.

Click Me Because I don't fit.

Cyanide & Happiness @ Explosm.net

Is anyone else watching the Grammys right now?
Did you see Jennifer Hudson just announce who won the "Grammy moment"?
Was is it me or did one of her boobs look bigger than the other one?
I'll look for a picture and post it later.

:)

Oh man JT is so hot

My Good Deed for the Day.

Helllooooo Internet......
TGIFF yo!

I was just catching up on Alex's blog and I noticed that she posted about this sweet little boy in Ottawa that is fighting leukemia. He is attempting to break the Guinness World Record for the most Birthday Cards received! Very Very cool. I will be sending him a card, and you should also. You can read more about Shane in this article.

Send him cards here:

Shane Bernier
P.O. Box 484
Lancaster ON
Canada
K0C 1N0

K-Fed= Best commercial EVER!