Not just the name of our wireless network

I hate having talented friends. Well, I suppose there's worse things in life, like having friends that sleep with your cousin's sister's oldest daughter, like you see on Maury. (By the way, when did Maury become really trashy? Remember when he used to have a show where they actually talked about things, more Oprah-esque? ALL he does now is paternity tests. "Michaelango, you ARE the father! OHHHahhhh That's bull-*#$#*@! I ain't doing this, I'm not, listen to me woman! %#&$*##@!!!")

Anyway, sorry. I'd like to pay homage to my new talented friend, Susan. Well, not my new friend, and not new talent, but newly publicized talent on the world wide web. I meant to do this almost a week ago, but then my picture website was down until tonight...I got mad at it..I threw some stuff...
Anyway, you, along with Spags, have helped my blog look more and more like something a 9 year old would create.

So I've decided, in order to peak interest, to offer you a special picture several times a week, chosen specially for your entertainment. I just got back some of my photo albums starting from when I was around 15, and let me tell you, it'll be a treat. Here's the first.


I believe I can fly

There's a good chance I'm drunk

I want to blog, I really do. But I can't without putting a picture in here, and I can't put a picture in because the site I use to upload pictures is down for the next day or so. But I have a draft all ready to go. And I have like two more drafts planned in my head after that. Complete with pictures. It's going to be amazing.

I have stories to tell, pictures to share, and not very insightful things to say.


Until then, go entertain yourself with AskJeevesDotCom. That guy knows everything. Even more than Ken Jennings.

Happy President's Day

In third grade, we got an assignment...our first big project. It was a report on a president--any president. I was excited. It was the first time I'd ever done a big project like this, and I knew my mom would finally buy me one of those plastic report covers. My teacher had a big book about presidents, so I looked and looked, trying to figure out which one I wanted to spend the next month working on. In the end, I chose Woodrow Wilson, soley for the reason that I decided he looked cute in his picture in the big president book. My tastes have changed slightly since I was 8.

josh's night out

it's not a great story, but it's good enough and I'm sure that it could have happened just the same with the "union" cast of people and places. so, I'll sub in those names in lieu of the ohio people i drank with last night and relay the story.

Pete, Losure, Kate, Stacy and myself went to the Union Inn last night and had a few beers and assorted mixed drinks. We hit it up a little early, around 7:30, and got some uber-cheap bar food. All was good and someone decided to play pool so we took turns playing eachother in teams of two. The night wore on and the crowd thinned out around 10:30. So rather than call it a night we decided to head to Sympo.

At Sympo we drank a bit more and some of us got high; nothing too serious but still good times. The boredom encourage a second round at the bars and we took off on foot to Rupsis and then Geppetto's. All went well and the night continued to be a mark of failed sobriety. Looking up at the clock I realized it was still rather early, only 11:30. At that point Kate befriended a steel industry union worker who was in town to build an air base. This man, Dan, was about 40 and looked very angry but had a positive disposition. Kate apparently made a really good impression upon this steel worker because he bought a round of shots for a few of us at the bar. This was all well and good until one shot turned into four shots, and "buying" turned into "demanding we drink the booze in front of us."

Me, being the scholar I am, used by mental abilities to calculate that he would stop buying shots (and demanding subsequent drinkage) if I bought a round. I was wrong. Pete began telling the steel worker a story that went nowhere while Stacy continued to make reference to what and who Kate had done the night before. I had thought we had lost track of losure until I heard someone fall behind me. Losure took with him two bar stools that he had been leaning on. This was a cue for the steel worker to buy more shots until it was last call at 2:30.

I'd like to claim I knew the rest of the story and that I could tell you what happened to Pete, Josh, Mike, Stacy, and Kate, but I cannot. All I can tell you is that I woke up this morning with a foul taste in my mouth and five peeled-off pabst labels (and 1 miller) and an empty wallet.

Remember, friends don't let friends befriend unionized steel workers.

"Talked about things that make your mind spin"

During junior year at Union, Stephen Kellogg came to open up for Matt Nathanson or Howie Day. He had this little stuffed red chili pepper thing that he apparently takes to all his shows. He threw it out into the audience, and Sara Kaplan caught it. She was sitting next to Losure. So an hour later, when Stephen's done playing, Losure goes to the bathroom, and while he's standing there peeing, Stephen walks up to him and says, "Hey, your friend caught my chili. Can I get it back?" After after what I'm sure felt like hours of "Uhhhh ahhhhhh uhhh....", he told him they'd give it back. Last night I got to see the chili pepper again. I was experimenting with the night setting on my camera, so it's really blurry, but that red blob that looks like it's on fire? That's it.



That was my second time that day seeing him play. There's nothing quite like live music, and I got my fill of it yesterday. Before his show at the Paradise, Stephen and his band played for about half an hour in the back corner of the Apple Store at the Cambridgeside Galleria. At first it was awkward and embarrassing, because it started out with just about 15 of us in a circle around him, and well, you can imagine how that might feel sort of weird. But then we made eye contact, he smiled, I fell in love, and the rest was good. He played with just the three guys in his band...no microphone, no plugs or anything, just them and their guitars and drum...it was really really cool.


Then we headed out to The Paradise last night, and saw Virginia Coalition open up for Stephen Kellogg and the Sixers. VaCo was lots of fun...even though I didn't know any of their new stuff, they got the crowd really into it, and it made me think about the last time I saw them at Union outside on the patio behind Chet's. They're the kind of band that just makes you want to get drunk, even though none of us were planning on drinking during the show. Onto my third beer, I realized that this Bud Light smelled different. And bad. I couldn't figure out what it was...until Kate or Helen kept saying it smelled like puke around us, and then I realized there was some sort of whitish substance on my bottle. I've never scrubbed my hands so much.


Anyway, Stephen was awesome too...he's got a new CD out this week, which I think would definitely be worth buying.

It was a late night...Kate hadn't seen past 10 o'clock on a weeknight in months, and even Helen and I are generally in pajamas by then too, so this morning wasn't the greatest. I babysat, where the baby peed on me when I changed his diaper, spit up squash and chicken puree on me, and then tried to chew off a button on my shirt, which was all lots of fun after not much sleep. But at least the beer puke smell is off my hands.

Next on Springer...

Gillian said something about looking sketchy in the picture I put in yesterday, so here's a new one, with her actually in action with her coffee mug. She's really cool. Even though she does work all the time. Something about "thesis." Even though I helped her out and wrote a whole thesis chapter for her.


Molly gave me a couple of good suggestions for "coffee alternatives," like chai, which I like, but I still feel it's kind of the sissy drink, for those people that can't do coffee.


In other news, we here at 9 Acadia are getting closer and closer to being featured on Jerry Springer as we're cut out of the apartment due to our morbid obesity. It'll be a shame really, because our apartment has some charming molding and some other feature that I don't know the name of around the doorways. I'm guessing the cutter-out people won't be gentle around that. The problem is that we know the right way to celebrate Valentine's Day here. Over the weekend I made special cookies for the event, and then on V-Day I came home from class to find that Kate made a cake, complete with strawberry-flavored frosting hearts. Then three of us had a pillow fight in our panties, like we do every Monday.

Kate hates that word.

Cool people drink coffee

I want to like every food. It's a pretty lofty, and weird, goal, but it would just be nice to eat all kinds of food. When I was little, my parents always made me try new foods, and try foods that I used to not like, and so now I still like to retry foods that I once didn't like (with the exception of cheesecake...I think I'm better off not liking it). And in general, I'd say I'm a good eater; I like all kinds of food and there's not too much that I dislike.

But the one thing that I just can't get myself to like is coffee. I try it maybe a couple of times a year, but I still just don't like it. And I really, really want to like it. First, there's the caffeine kick which would be nice. I can't imagine what it's like to be up at 8 o'clock and not feel draggy.

But there's also just this thing about being a coffee drinker. I like to drink apple juice, but no one identifies me as an apple juice drinker. I don't even know anyone else who drinks apple juice, because it's just not a thing you do...no one walks into work every day with their big mug of apple juice. Unlike those coffee drinkers. You know who the coffee drinkers are in your life. They have stylish mugs or special thermoses (I usually just drink my apple juice out of a glass or a plastic cup). They have a favorite kind of coffee or a preferred place to buy a cup (I dabble in all kinds of apple juice). And coffee drinking gets its own special time of the day. You practically look naked in the morning if you don't have a steaming cup attached to your hand.

I want to be a coffee drinker. I want to have my own special mug that I have with me every morning. Maybe even two, so I don't have to wash it every night if I'm too tired. I want to have a favorite place where I get coffee. I want to be able to say, "Ugh, I didn't my coffee this morning." And then have that be an excuse for my sluggishness. Until then, I'm going to keep trying it...I'm determined to like it. You should hang onto your hopes and dreams too.



Gillian enjoys her cup of joe

"He makes me want to turn myself in and rip out my own genitals"

Kate's got this knack for lying that still amazes me, even after four years of being lied to and seeing her lie to others (really, she's a sweet girl..). I only wish I could lie like that...but I"m pretty bad at it. Friday night we decided to go to a bar that we hadn't been to yet but that always has a line to get in. It turns out that's the place to be seen in Harvard Square. You'd think that with all of the Harvard kids around us that night, that Kate would make up something about being pre-med at Harvard, and how tough Professor Martin is this semester, but she again completely surprised me. We met these English guys, well blokes actually, and we're standing outside at the end of the night talking, and the next thing I realize, Kate's telling one of them how she's the VP of Clarks North America. She spits out a madeup name bragging that she knows the president, and even offers to show her imaginary business card. When one of them questioned her ("You're 23? You graduated in June?? Wow, you must be doing pretty well...") she modestly replied, "Yeeahhhh..."

It's quite the talent to be able to lie like that, completely straight-faced.

But the Kate stories don't end there. I'm loaded with them. I've probably told you some already, because it's so much more exciting than my life. Besides lying, Kate also has a tendency to sleep walk. Up until junior year, I had only heard the stories of her yelling at people she thought were outside of her window during the middle of the night, and other strange things I'm not allowed to mention. Then, on our term abroad, I shared a room with her for the first (and only) time, and witnessed it first hand. Early in November, very soon after we moved into our apartment, Kate did it again. We all woke up Sunday morning, Kate's door was open, and all of our condiments and our milk were nearly lined up in a row next to our refridgerator. So when she got a brand new bed on Thursday, I joked that she'd probably be sleep walking later that night since she'd be in a different bed. Thursday night I'm lying in bed, it was 11:30 or 12 and I couldn't sleep, but Kate had been in bed for an hour or two already. All of a sudden I heard her bolt out of her room and yell something that I didn't understand. From my bed, I asked what she said, and she told me she said "what are you doing." I didn't quite get it, and I asked her whether she was sleep walking and she rudely told me "no," and went to the bathroom. I thought something wasn't quite right, so I got up to see what she was doing when she got out. She told me that she heard the neighbors upstairs, and thought Helen and I were playing a trick on her or something, but kept saying she wasn't sleep walking, and eventually I felt stupid for asking so I went to bed. So fast forward to Friday night, and 6 beers in, and Kate decides to tell me she actually had been sleep walking, but I woke her up and she was too embarrassed to tell me then, but she couldn't remember what she had yelled when she busted out of her room at midnight, so she tried to make something up. She is a treat, and Helen and I are lucky to live with her.



Graduation is so much cooler when you're still stoned, so I'm told

I don't mean to dwell on it, but...

Letterman's top 10 Monday night was good--

Top Ten Philadelphia Eagles' Excuses:

10. "Spent two weeks practicing the coin toss."
9. "Discouraged by half time show's lack of nudity."
8. "We were missing 'Desperate Housewives'--who could think straight?"
7. "We're overwhelmed by the awe-inspiring metropolis that is Jacksonville."
6. "Oh, suddenly referees are too good to take bribes?!"
5. "Who really wants to get Gatorade dumped on them?"
4. "Should have campaigned harder in Ohio."
3. "It's totally unfair, the Patriots are really good."
2. "Maybe being from the land of cheese steaks ain't a good thing."
1. "When Tom Brady looked at us with those gorgeous eyes, we just melted."


I'd make a crappy cheerleader

Just in the nick of time--almost

The thing about anything good is that it's fun while it lasts, but then when it ends it's always a let down. I know that sentence doesn't really make sense, but I can't figure out how to say what I mean. For instance, summer. I love summer...but you know that at some point it's going to end, and then it sucks. That's why I like spring the best, because it's the anticipation of summer. The same goes for the Patriots, and while we're at it, the Red Sox as well. It's so great when they win, and the whole city is all excited, signs hang from the state building up on Beacon Hill, and people are unusually friendly. So it was really exciting when the Pats won on Sunday, but could they possibly win next year too, for the 4th time in 5 years? Maybe, but eventually they're not going to. That's just what I hate about good things...they end. Does this mean I'm a "glass is half empty" person?

I headed out to the Pats parade today. Oops, rolling rally. Unfortunately I got a late start after a meeting, and I got to city hall, the end of the parade route, just 5 minutes too late to see my future husband in a duck boat. It wasn't a total disappointment though because the crowds were incredible, and it was amazing to see the streets by government center just packed with people and all of the roads shut down. Pretty similar to the red sox parade, except I never made it to city hall that day, so it was a good change today. How was your parade in Philadelphia Molly? Oh yeah, sorry... :)

Once, twice, three times a dynasty

The Pats are incredible. And what's even more incredible is that my anti-football roommate managed to feign interest for nearly all of the game. I'm guessing our neighbor also binged last night on the chips and salsa...he's been doing his Ab Roller in the room above mine for nearly 30 minutes now.


Ironically, this is how we celebrated when Kate took home the broker for the second time.




At least Philly still has good cheesesteaks.

I have the cutest kids...

...Well sort of, they're not exactly mine.

I got some new pics today from the summer....


This was my workout, while I entertained three other kids at a little cocktail party one afternoon (and that's my own little cottage behind us!)







This last one was on my last night, on the way to the neighbor's cocktail party on the beach...John Kerry & Teresa were invited as well, since they're obviously family friends. But my favorite part is the fact that the 2 1/2 year old in the orange shirt is already sporting the popped collar.

Phil's Day to Shine

Another Groundhog Day is here again. I don't know why Hallmark hasn't capitalized on this "holiday" yet. It's a cool day. It's centered around a little furry creature, that's actually pretty cute. I'm considering getting one for a pet, I just have to run the idea by my roommates. It's the first sign that winter is actually going to end, eventually. The people in Pennsylvania go a little over the top with their groundhog, but what do you expect from the state where the Eagles play?

Rabbit Rabbit

It's February already. I have no idea where 1998 went, nevermind January 2005. I was pleased with myself all day today because I remembered to say "rabbit rabbit" both last night at 12:22 when I couldn't fall asleep due to the not-so-quiet hum of the upstairs neighbors entertainment system and realized it was February 1st, and then just for safe measure I said it first thing this morning when I woke up. It better be a good month.

Yesterday someone had a link in their info to some stupid video. It reminded me of the link that was our floor's favorite during sophomore year in Geisel. Lobster sticks to magnet. Bring back any memories? Left claw north, right paw south? Anyone? Watching it now, I'm not sure why I, or any of us, thought it was so funny. I just know I used to run around the floor and the house singing it. See for yourself.


Oh, and Pete gave me this. Once you get there, take the Sex-Fu Challenge...it'll remind you of middle school health class.