Saturday, August 16, 2008

Evil Eyes

So...didn't anyone think I was nuts for posting this twice??! YouTube is driving me nuts-yesterday, something I tried to post on my birthday appeared-and then, this...wonder what else will pop up...

My neighbors might call the police-I am laughing hysterically in my apartment-I've watched this about 15 times and my eyes are soaked with tears...oh, how I love to laugh!

Friday, August 15, 2008


Why is it you always look better in the mirrors at home than you do in the mirrors at work? It happens all the time-as I'm getting ready in the morning I think, "I look pretty today" or something to that effect-and then I'll go to the bathroom later in the morning and as I walk past the mirrors I realize that I actually look like ass.

I know that some of this has to do with insecurities-unconsciously comparing myself to others around me. But it really does seem like I have trick mirrors, because when I get home, I look in the mirror again and I look ok.

Does this happen to anyone else?

Also, I wish I looked good in a ponytail. I just don't. I tell myself all of the time I won't put my hair up, but then my thick hair heats my neck up and then my face starts getting hot and I just have to grab a goopie (If you don't know, that's what I call a hair elastic) and put the mange up.

Every night I make a promise to myself that I will blow dry and curl my hair. Every morning I bargain with myself for more time in bed...which means I sometimes have to sacrifice the drying and the curling...which again, leads to a ponytail. It's a vicious cycle.

Sometimes I even tell myself I won't wear jeans as much as I do. I think most people feel good when they are a little bit more dressed up-I know I do. But deep down, I'm a jeans and sweatshirt kind of girl. And even if I do dress up, when I get to work, that mirror just laughs at what I'm wearing and mocks me as I pass.

I'm starting to get lines. My mirror doesn't hide those. And when I go through my bouts of sleepless nights, like I've been having lately, makeup can't hide the dark circles. Instead of laugh lines I have a line on my forehead from the face I make when I concentrate. I laugh a lot.

Laugh lines, I could handle.

Thursday, August 14, 2008

Thursday 13: 13 Things I Heard on the T Last Night

Thirteen Things about I Heard on the T(rain) Last Night

1. Babcock. Babcock. BaaaabCOCK....that's a funny word.

2. I might just get off here and go to the bar and forget my girlfriend. She always needs some attention.

3. Excuse me. Excuse me! *sigh* Get out of my way!

4. Whattabout that score yesterday huh? What were they playing? Football? Bwaa haaa haaa!

5. Michael Phelps eats like, 12,000 calories a day.

6. Oh yeah?! Where were YOU sitting BRAD?!

7. I wonder if they are having karaoke tonight. They are. Yes, we should go!

8. Did you just see that? Those 2 girls are going to the bar for karaoke with those guys they just met. Sluts.

9. Love ya! Text me!

10. Today I got a burger and fries for $6. That was good. Yesterday I went to lunch with my mom though and got free food. That was better.

11. It's called a SPILL, Jake. know?

12. I think I just pressed it. Is he going to stop? The light's on, right? I pressed it!

13. He ordered bananas and salt. And soy milk. We're out of ice.

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

Prix Fix Fi Fo Fum

So...I got really lost tonight. I hosted a dinner at a restaurant I've wanted to try for a really long time and getting there involved 3 trains, or 1 train and a long walk. Had I known the way to get there on foot, I would have gone with option 2. But I didn't, so I followed the directions on the MBTA webstite. Bad Move.

I ended up getting off and walking a few blocks thinking I'd catch a cab-but quickly realized that traffic was too horrible. So back I went into the T station to find my way-the right way. Mind you, I am in dress shoes and it's hot. AND I have 3 strangers waiting for me. Luckily one of them called me as I was stepping into the street and she guided me to the restaurant. I would have gotten so totally lost again...

The meal was...ok. I was disappointed because it's supposed to be a good restaurant and I've wanted to go for so long. My "salad" was the best thing I had. I don't know what was in the dipping sauce, but it was quite tasty. The rest is just fried calamari and some onions. This was another appetizer-tuna tartar. I took the picture because the size of the plate was ridiculous. The tables were very small and this plate just was so big. Not good planning on the part of the restaurant. I'm told it was good, however.
This was my meal. If you can't tell what it is-because of the huge amount of sauce all over it-it's supposed to be lamb chops, medium rare. At first, I was served skirt steak. After telling them I did not order skirt steak, I was given this mess-which was not hot and was over cooked. I didn't say anything though, because at this point, we'd been waiting a long time. The service sucked.
When I say it sucked, I SUCKED. We got there at 6:30 and didn't get our check until 8:45. This isn't because we were lingering. We were waiting. It took 45 minutes to get our desserts! And I had to ASK for them. Then we finally get them, finish them and have the plates taken away and the waitress asked if we wanted coffee. I couldn't help it-I gave her a crazy-eyed look and said..." We've been done with dessert for a while now. Just the check please."

She forgot to give one girl her dessert wine (she did a wine tasting thing w/ each course) and brought it out after dessert. It was just a mess. But overall, it was fun and the food didn't suck, so it was ok. Not worth the $$ though and I won't go back, so that's disappointing. It was a nice night and we got to sit outside, which was nice, and so overall, the night was good.

On the way back to the T I snapped this photo. It's an old church that's been converted to apartments. It's quite beautiful and when I learn how to use this new camera, I'll go take a better picture.

And now, I am going to sleep...stay tuned for a Thursday 13 tomorrow-13 things I heard on the T on the way home tonight!

Tuesday, August 12, 2008


There seems to be a pattern developing where a coworker of mine shrugs off work and gives it to me. She's not going to like me much after I am done with her.

I get so afraid watching the balance beam routines in gymnastics.

It's pretty cool seeing a local celebrity in your work's cafeteria.

When your mother doesn't cook well at all, the whole family knows it. So when she tries to pass potato salad off as her own, not many people believe her.

Being patient really pays off when you're trying to find a specific piece of furniture on Craigslist. What really stinks though is when you get it into your house and you don't like it as much as you wished.

Pastry cream should not be whipped once set. I know this-yet I followed the directions that told me to whip it, and it got ruined.

These darn Olympics are not good for someone who's not sleeping already-I just can't pull myself away!!

I am eating dinner out at a restaurant I've wanted to try for a long time tonight. I'm going with strangers-I think they might freak out if I take pictures.

Nothing funny happened to me this week.

For Sale: Queen Duvet Cover & 2 Shams

Less than 1 year old-from a nonsmoking, pet-free home. No stains or snags-in perfect condition. It never matched my curtains or rug the way I thought it would, and now it's driving me nuts. I would like to buy a new one, but can't until this is sold. $40 plus shipping costs if someone really buys it.

It really is pretty. And it really is for sale.

Toosdae ?'s

1. How many pieces of pizza can you eat? How many DO you eat?

2. Do you always replace the toilet paper right away or do you keep the empty one on?
3. What is the first thing you want people who are meeting your for the first time notice about you first physically?
1. I could probably eat 4-5 pieces but I'd have to eat them fast and I'd be really uncomfortably full after that. If they are normal size slices (not the tiny little ones) I usually eat 2 slices if it's dinner and 1 slice if it's lunch.
2. No. In fact, because I live alone and rarely have visitors, I typically go through 1 roll off of the roller thingy until I put the 2nd new roll on.
3. My smiling eyes-but they typically notice my smiling face. (mouth)

Monday, August 11, 2008

Evil Eyes

My neighbors might actually call the cops on me because they might think I'm being tortured-I haven't laughed this hard in a LONG time...

Going For The Gold

My room wasn't very big-in fact, I had to share it with my little sister and with bunk beds, a desk, a TV, a huge dresser and lots and lots of toys, it was down right small. But that didn't stop Camille, Amy and I from pretending we were in the Olympics. We were gymnasts.

It was the first time I remember watching the Olympics, though I am sure that I'd seen them before. I, like almost every other little girl, was obsessed with Mary Lou Retton and tried like heck to emulate her in every way.

We'd clear as much of the room as we could, piling things on the top bunk so we'd have more "mat". Just like all floor exercises, we began in the far corner of the room and somersaulted diagonally and danced our precise routines in hopes of the perfect 10. If we were lucky, my mother let us into her large blue carpeted room (with air conditioning) where we could expand our individual programs and add a little flair. We could do this for hours, and often times, we did.

For the most part, there were no injuries, which is quite amazing considering our crowded surroundings. Each one of us did manage to bash an ankle or a leg into the hardwood dresser during a wild cartwheel or rogue somersault. In attempting a tricky bouncing start (using my parent's queen bed as the springboard) Camille (the tallest of us all) hit her hand on the fast moving ceiling fan. None of us won a metal that night-my mother made us stop before we could qualify.

As an adult watching gymnastics this year, I find myself remembering those late nights with friends spent imitating young athletes who were brave enough to follow their dreams, and strong enough to make the sacrifices needed to get there.