WIRED

The past few weddings I've been to, the bride & groom have put disposable cameras on the tables for everyone to take more pictures. Zabe sent us some good pictures last night that must've come from the cameras on our table. I think they demonstrate that we know how to have fun, and stay classy.


Kate's charming


If I had to guess, I'd guess that Molly just said "oh no you di'nt"


We know how to behave appropriately at weddings...


This one speaks for itself

I think that Zabe and Chris should renew their vows next year, and every year after, and throw another party each time....please?


Kate got a promotion at work, and tonight Gill and I made her a chocolate chip pie. Now I feel like curling up and dying. It didn't help that I bought more jellybeans today "for the apartment" (read: for myself and my jellybean problem). The sugar is only amplifying my giddiness for tomorrow, which is making it tough to get into sleeping mode. It's going to be 70 tomorrow, which makes me so happy. I have to babysit in the afternoon, but my plan is to feed Rogers as fast as I can, and then spend the afternoon strolling around Harvard Square and playing at the playground with him for a few hours, and I've very excited. And then....it's party time! It's a big "Happybirthdaywehaventseenyouinalongtimecongratsonyourpromotionwelovebeer" celebration...so if you're in town, you ought to be here. I really need to start winding down. Or run a couple of miles. Or something.

25!!!!

Wish Molly a happy birthday today!! She's a whole quarter of a century!



Molly was the only person I've known (over the age of 7) who turned their bed into a fort, and then let you hang out in it whenever you wanted. She almost always has boxed wine she wants to share, and she gives you fun cups to drink it in. And you never had to feel bad that you hadn't started a huge assignment, because Molly was usually rolling around the hallway floor laughing, and was even more screwed.

Tomorrow Molly & Zabe (who turns 25 next week!) come, and then we celebrate! :)

More than you ever wanted to know

I've got this problem buying jeans that fit. I'm oddly shaped. My friends tell me that I have no ass. That's not totally true, but it's no lovely lady hump (that song is about butts, right?). Anyway if I buy jeans that are mildly fitted around my butt, then it's too tight on my waist and looks funny. But if I buy a size bigger so it's not too tight on my waist, then it's way too baggy for my butt. So, to cut to the chase, I'm self-conscious about it, but mostly because whenever we have people over, whether I know them well at all, my roommate makes a point of saying "Look! Stacy has no ass!" whenever I get up to get something.

So today I was walking down mass ave. in central square, and had to go by a group of guys in their 20s/30s who I presumed were just sitting on the bench all day, drinking, heckling, and asking for money.

And then I heard it---music to my ears:

"Hey, look at that ass!"

I looked, and there was no one near but me. I think it was my ass getting looked it!

Totally made my day. It's about time my ass got some recognition...I knew there was some reason I downed the bag of jellybeans in 2 days.



Today---flat ass.
Two months of my jellybean program---this:



And just in time for swimsuit season.

I finished off a jar of salsa by myself in 3 days.

Driver's ed was just about the worst thing I've ever had to do. Maybe "had" isn't the right word since driving is a privilege, not a right...blah blah blah. I had the worst teacher ever...classes were beyond boring, but driving time was much worse. He'd yell, he'd make you feel stupid in front of the other people who were in the car logging their observation hours, and he had the biggest, grossest mole on the side of his neck.


I was just watching the news and they were interviewing a driving teacher about the law they're trying to pass to raise the MA driving age up a year to 17 and a half...and I started to get all nervous and fidgety and didn't know why, until they popped his name up on the screen and I realized it was my awful driver's ed teacher. Oddly, they shot him from the non-mole side of his face.


The bad boy I cruised around in when I was 16. Here it is pimped out for the last day of high school.

The weeks are flying by. I can't believe it's the last week of March. And next weekend daylight saving starts! Last night when I was drunk I decided we were having a party next weekend on Friday night in honor of Molly's visit. I invited some people in the bar. So, once I see if my roommates (and Molly) want to have a party, here's your formal invite. (roommates, molly, what do you think?)


Molly's coming! That's definitely a good reason to drink Boone's right from the bottle!

Starfish and COFFEE, maple syrup and...JELLYBEANS!

I forgot how much I LOVE jellybeans. When I was 13, the theme of my brother's and my b'nai mitzvah (that's the combination of bar and bat mitzvah since we took the twins card and did ours together, resulting in a lot less studing & stuff) was candy (go figure, right?), so all of the kids who were there got these gumball machines with their name on it which were filled with jellybeans. Prior to filling up all of the gumball machines, my parents bought pounds and pounds and pounds of jellybeans, which they stashed away in our dining room. My brother and I, as a result of growing up in our relatively junkfood-free home during childhood, became rats, poking holes in the bags and slowly eating away at the gumballs when our parents weren't there. Needless to say, I went many many years after that feeling nauseous at the sight of gumballs. Anyway, fast forward 10 years later to this week when I bought a bag at CVS since they were practically giving them away at CVS, and after I gobbled those up Gillin further fed my addiction by buying some really yummy lifesaver brand jellybeans. Those are just about gone too. Those tasty little capsules of sugar are good!!!

In other news of the week, I started drinking coffee! I get nervous about becoming an actual coffee drinker, but I don't really like the taste and it's embarrassing when I ask for 4 equals in a medium coffee, so I'm not too worried about getting my warm shot of caffeine every day and becoming someone who NEEDS their coffee (eg my two roommates). But man, once you make it sweet enough, that stuff makes you feel good! And contrary to my roommates' warnings that I better not drink coffee or they'll come home from work and find me passed out next to the wall that I ran into, I find that I can sit and really focus on my work and get a lot done. I've been wanting to be a coffee drinker for years (see http://tenpoundsofchocolate.blogspot.com/2005/02/cool-people-drink-coffee.html), but it turns out I just wasn't really putting my heart into it. I also like how it makes my hands warm when I hold the hot cup.


Tasty.....

I have to go lie down; I ate too many jellybeans :-/

Sanibel Island '06--The Story of Swam Passe

Jet Blue is the best ever. I got to watch hours and hours of A Wedding Story, Best Week Ever, and The Today Show during my flight! It was hard to even want to put my head down and try to sleep, despite having been up since before 4 that morning.

Anyway, I'm back from a great vacation. It was nice to get away for a few days, even without doing much besides going out to eat, and spending lots of time at the beach and the pool. I watched Kate take a lot of sideways pictures, and I took some of my own (mostly leveled).

I did a whole lot of this:


and this:


We did some other fun things, like drive around looking at the big houses we can never afford, even if we robbed a bank. We played a rousing game of tennis one morning, and realized we're both pretty pathetic. And we played the game, "Where are all of the people under 65?"

And also the game, "Who thought the shell lamps and this pattern is a good idea?"


One morning I got up around 7:30 and was on the beach at quarter of 8 for a run and some picture-taking. I can't think of too many things I like more than being at the beach super early.



I snuck one of these buggers home because they're so cute. He's living in my night table

















And look, it came close a few times, but no one even got killed!

California here we come

I wish Phantom Planet would sing a song about Florida, so I wouldn't have to sing a screwed up version of the O.C. song on the plane all morning tomorrow. I think Kate's going to be really excited when I introduce her to it at the airport just before 5am.

I'm very excited for some sun and warm temps and not looking at school work for a week. I hate packing though. I never know what to bring. I don't know if I'll be cold when we're out at night, or if I'll feel like wearing nice clothes during the day or if I'll want to wear a t-shirt, or if I'll freeze because Kate will turn the AC as cold as it gets. So I just threw it all in my suitcase. Resulting in this:



You'd never guess that I'll be back on Friday. But if a hurricane comes, I should have enough to last at least until the 2nd week in April.

Anyway I'm off to finish up packing before it's a really really really early bedtime for me. Give me a call if you want fun presents, like shell anklets. They go really nicely with the matching necklace.

Can someone teach me a good easter song?

Easter is easily my favorite NSC (non-stacy-celebrated) holiday, for purely selfish reasons. Ramadan and Kwanzaa just don't offer anything for me. But easter...oh easter...

For starters, I laugh inside my head everytime I see houses that have hung those fluorescent eggs from strings on their trees. It just looks downright silly, there's no better word for it. Eggs on trees?? Eggs aren't supposed to be on trees! I don't see too many (or any at all) in the ol' P Square, but back near home they rule the suburbs.

But easily the reason why I love easter so much is the candy. Valentine's day candy is great, but besides the candy hearts, it's essentially the same candy that's here all year round, except in cupid shapes, or the color pink. But when easter rolls around, I find myself unable to get enough of the cadbury eggs, the malted eggs, and the peeps. Lately peeps are offered at most holidays, shaped like pumpkins or christmas trees, but there's nothing quite like the original yellow baby chicks. I don't know why they don't sell cadbury eggs year round. And I can't figure out how they get the yellow to stay in the middle and not mix with the white. Just some of the mysteries of this world, I guess.


"Peep, peep, eat me all in one sitting," is what they cry out.


I'm drooling


It's 63 degrees out right now. But...

It's 83 on Sanibel :)

Meet the new Paris Hilton

This "blond and furry" thing that resembles a lobster is one of the creepiest things I've seen in awhile.

Even creepier than our old neighbor. Judge for yourself.


Furry.



Also furry, but randomly comes over to offer us wine.


I know I certainly wouldn't want to be dipping my lobster claw in butter and have to pick out the hair.

This is what it's like to be inside my head.

I should be tired.

It's 1 am.

And I need to be up at 6:35 tomorrow. Or today actually.

But I've got 874 things going on in my head right now. I still can't figure out why my brain likes to be sedentary from 8am until 10:30pm, and then really get cranking just as I've been kicked out of my roommates' room for the third time and am finally ready to go to bed.

One week from now I'll be lying in bed on an island. I'm so so so so so excited. But for now, I'm in my winter pajama outfit of socks (non-dressy), fleece pants, a long sleeve shirt, and a short sleeve shirt. I spent the first hour of trying to fall asleep thinking about school work and other school & job related stuff. But the last 30 minutes were spent figuring out what to pack and what I'm going to wear in Sanibel. So then, since I was starting to get a little antsy from being in bed for so long, I decided 12:30 was the perfect time to start packing. But then I took one look at my drawers, and realized I've got so many tops in there that I haven't worn in over 2 years, that I've lugged from Union, to home, to Porter Square. So I thought 12:33 would be the perfect time to sort through my clothes! This is shaping up to be the most productive non-sleeping night I've had in awhile. I've got a pile going that could clothe a large family! (Large as in many people in the family, not large as in a family of morbidly obese people).

So then I thought realistically about beginning to pack, and I ran into several issues, the biggest of which is the fact that my suitcase is on the highest shelf in the pantry, and I'm pretty sure if I tried to get it down, Gillian would hear the noise and freak out about the lack of locks keeping her safe from the Somerville Scary People, and come at me with a shard of glass from her Gamma Phi cup.


Sure, she looks all chummy here, but I have a feeling she'd be pretty vicious toward an attacker.

Anyway, I made my Sanibel List of everything I need to pack, and I'm pretty sure that's the earliest I've ever made my list. I can almost guarantee though that I'll actually begin to pack around 11 next sunday night, which will be super since we have to leave for the plane around 4:30am on monday.


One week till I'm on this beach :)

Mr. Golden Sun (is stuck in my head)

Last night Caitlin took me to my first "punk rock" concert at the paradise. I saw Ted Leo & the pharmacists, and it was ok! I was a little thrown off at first when I walked in and wasn't greeted by a bunch of 17 year olds, and that's when I knew this was going to be different from a Stephen Kellogg performance.



Ted Leo was good...not really that much different from some of the stuff I'd ordinarily listen to. The opening bands though...ugh, that was a totally different story. There were three of them, and between all of those people in the bands, maybe 3 of them had washed their hair within the last 4 days. YUM.

I woke up not once, but twice last night because of a cramp in my leg. You know that feeling, where you're pretty sure it would be less painful to have your leg cut off with a chainsaw and just die from the blood loss? I don't know why, since I've avoided outside exercise (er, my only form of exercise) like the plague the last few weeks because it's been so cold out. But my leg still is sore this afternoon, so I've been in a reclining position for most of the day. Uh, yeah...that's why I've been watching the Academy Award pre-show since noon...


One week from right now I'll be beginning to throw my flip flops and tank tops and skirts into my suitcase, getting ready for vacation!! Here's what next Monday's forecast looks like on the island...
Mon Mar 13 Sunny
81°/62



This is how the forecast makes me feel.

I'm a Toys 'R Us Kid

When I was little and tried on my mom's high heels or shoes with heels at stores, I always figured I couldn't walk in them because I was too young. I figured when I got old enough to actually wear them, I would have the coordination to do so.

I'm wondering when that time will come for me. I feel like I should be able to wear a shoe that has at least some heel, but I can't do it without looking funny and feeling even funnier. I don't know if maybe I just need more practice? But I'm not sure how to go about that practice because I don't want to look stupid trying to walk around in shoes at the next wedding I go to, but Kate won't let me wear shoes in the house. It's a bit of a quandry.

We went on a shopping spree at the Christmas Tree Shops tonight, and I picked up a great find. What do you get when you mix an ab roller and the united states air force????

The U.S. AB FORCE!!!!



I fully expect to have my twelve pack by swimsuit season.

Sassy

Happy Losure Day!! Today marks 24 years since Losure began spilling liquids on innocent carpets and other stainable surfaces.

There are so many great pictures it was hard to choose.


Don't mess with Losure




Losure has many superhero-like qualities. Like his ability to liquify vegetables and then make them into burritos.




This picture creeps me out too.




Losure likes his sports. Especially when they involve beer, or Kirby Puckett




I don't think this picture needs a comment


Happy Birthday, Losure!!