Countdown

I've been lazy. I've wanted to blog in the past 5 days, but I couldn't get the motivation to. It's pretty pathetic. But I'm thinking I might change that. I turned over a new leaf today...I took a tour of a gym. I didn't join yet, but I'm strongly considering it. This is me, who went to the gym at Union 3 times during the entire four years I was there. I think though that if I'm paying to be there, then that'll be an incentive to go, and on top of that, I'm really excited about taking a class or two there. On the other hand, spring will be here in a month and a half, and I know then that I'll want to be outside, running, biking, rollerblading, and swimming eventually. Of course the other possibility though is that I'll become more sedentary as the desserts in our apartment continue to pile up. Our apartment is filled with brownies, chocolate peanut butter squares, rice krispy treats, two cakes, and an assortment of cookies at the moment...it's incredible how much we eat really.

I had a decent weekend...I skied, saw my parents & my family's old foreign exchange student to celebrate her birthday, went out with Kate & Pete, tried a new bar in Harvard Square, added two more lizard/aligator/crocodiles to our collection from Brother Jimmy's, and spent a lot of time at this website. If you're in Massachusetts, it's the coolest website ever. You can look at aerial photos of anywhere in the state...I found my house, right down to little details like the trampoline and the pool shed...I found my friends' houses, my school, and my town's baseball fields. I found our apartment, and Harvard Square. I'm telling you, it's hours upon hours of entertainment.

One week from now I'll be wearing my lucky shirt and watching the Pats in the superbowl. I'm very very excited. Today I watched some of the send-off rally before the team headed to the airport to go to Jacksonville. One guy had a sign that said "I heard eagles taste like chicken," which is probably true, since one of their players who isn't even a starter is already trash-talking the Patriots. Molly, insert your comments below :)


I kind of have a crush on Tom Brady

"Why me? Why meeeeeeee?"

What a difference 11 years makes. I've ditched the bangs, glasses, and braces (yes, I was a winner in 7th grade). Tonya Harding has also made some drastic changes, putting on 50 pounds, and trading the skates and metal pipe for boxing gloves.


Boston Globe

We're getting another 6-9 inches of snow today, which means another snow day! And you know what that means...it's 12:15 and I'm still lying around in pajamas, watching Maury. The title of this episode is "I'll be devastated if my brother is my baby's dad." This girl is 13...it makes me feel so unproductive since I'm 22 and STILL haven't had a baby or an affair with my boyfriend's brother. Man, my life is so boring.

I love snow.

We got lots and lots of snow. It kept most of the birthday visitors here for an extra day, forcing them to play in the snow with me.


This is when I'm thankful I don't have my car here...I think some of these cars are still buried.

For more weekend pictures, click here.

I have to go back to classes tomorrow after my snow day today, but not until late. I'm looking for a buddy to play in the snow..any takers?

Birthday and Blizzard Day!

Happy Birthday Kate!!!!! It has been 23 glorious years with Kate on this planet.




We had a sizable bash for her big day this weekend. Remember last time Losure was here and there were bets as to how soon he'd fall into the Christmas tree or do some other Losure-ish thing? And then he stunned us all and didn't do anything?? He made up for it this weekend. There were four major spills, caused by his feet or some other part that Losure has little control over. He managed to cover three spots on our cream rug, and one spot on our couch, and one spot on out ottoman, with dark colored drinks or red juice.

Oh, we got some flurries this weekend too...which resulted in our 6 houseguests being stranded at our apartment. Alas, we made the most of our 3 1/2 feet of snow...we entertained ourselves inside for a few hours with lots of food, board games, and a rousing game of tangerine hockey on the kitchen floor, before we bundled up and moved the party outside. And soon, we break out the little hotdogs and chips & dip for our Pats party!!

Happy Birthday Kate the Great, and go Pats :)

Weekend Revised

There are many stories from this weekend, unfortunately most of them are completely false. It's my duty, as guest post person to straighten out what I can.


Q: How did Heekin wind up in the hospital on Friday night?
A: Stacy is a mean drunk and has exceptionally good bowstaff skills. Heekin attempted to tell stacy that she had drank enough alcohol and she suddenly whipped-out her bamboo stick and dropped those surrounding her. Luckily Heekin made it to a nearby medical office

Q: Did Stacy makeout with someone while Chuck was vomiting nearby?
A: Definitely not, that was Kate

Q: Was Stacy seen inconsiderately interrupting games of beirut?
A: Nope, Kate again

Q: Can you descripe that four-way orgy on the futon?
A: Uhh.....Halo?


Well, that's enough for now. I'm sure enough has been uncovered about this past weekend to allow further investigation by impartial parties. Thank you for your time in this matter.

Time on your hands?

I suggest this. It's sure to keep you entertained for at least 5 minutes. And if you're really bored, go check out the website that it came from, and click on any of the little gray circles near the bottom of the page.

This weekend we are having a party. Our first major party of the new year! All because Kate hatched of her petri dish twenty three years ago on Sunday. Friday looks to be a low-key night...I'll be drinking wine because I've craved it since I saw the movie "Sideways" this week, but I don't really care what you do. Saturday is the main event. It has been requested that we have a theme (besides of course celebrating the miracle that is Kate). Any suggestions?

Pete broke my trampoline this summer

Boop boop beep

Remember everyone's favorite musical cartoon this summer during the election? There's a new JibJab cartoon out in honor of this week's innauguration. It's pretty funny.

Last night I watched a new reality show on MTV about sweet 16 parties. I can't help it, I am so addicted to these kind of shows. It made me realize what I am missing being stuck in middle class. There were two 16 year olds who were planning their party...over 700 people on their guest list, bouncers at the door searching everyone and checking to make sure each person was on the list, people trying to scalp tickets, a mosh pit, and a band. It was crazy. When I turned 16 my parents and friends had a surprise party for me at Kristen's pool. I thought it was special because there were not just regular latex balloons, but mylar ones as well! I think there was even a banner. I wish I had some pictures for you, but I don't think you'd even want to see them..I think my bangs were almost finished growing out at that point. It was kind of messy.

Instead, I can share with you another cool point in my life. This weekend in Schenectady I wanted to see what the hype was all about. So I put on the headphones, sat down by the TV, and played Halo 2 for 20 minutes. With the headphones on, I could talk to all of the 13 year old boys that are obsessed with the game. I don't really like high-tech video games that have more than 3 buttons, so I wasn't a big fan of XBox anyway...I try to stick to Nintendo. I must go pick up the working girl for a lunch date.

I am Susan, Hear me roar

Today I read an article about an unfortunate band that decided to name themselves "50 Foot Wave" and release a CD a week or so before the stuff in Asia that I think might be a sign that the end of the world is coming. I saw a somewhat related thing on TV last week...one night I couldn't sleep, and I thought the Somerville High vs. Cambridge High basketball game on the Somerville Community Access channel might put me to sleep. My favorite part though (which is the only part of this story that is relevant to this blog...) is was when the high school commentators were discussing whether it was inappropriate right now for an athlete to have the nickname "Tsunami." I think they were actually thinking they were having an intelligent, thoughtful debate. Luckily, the game picked up a bit and they were forced to actually talk about the game...they came up with the conclusion that it's too soon to nickname someone Tsunami, but that "Hurricane" or a name of another type of storm, was ok.

And speaking of nicknames, I'd like to introduce Susan. Susan is a 6 foot one brunette, weighs under 200 lbs, and likes to shop and cook.

Also, Susan is sassy.

23!

Wish Jeremy a Happy Birthday today! (He's old)



Off to Union for the weekend!

The weather people told me last night that today would be 60 degrees. I was really excited. I saw the weather early this morning and they changed their minds, and said it wouldn't be very warm, and the warm temps wouldn't even come until night time. So I found my gloves and dealt with it. I was walking to the T tonight after babysitting, and got an voicemail from a distraught Kate during her lunch break, groaning and moaning about my lack of a weather update. She had a tougher time dealing with the unpleasant change of weather.

The Patriots play in their first playoff game this Sunday in Foxboro, against Indianapolis. The Colts have a really good offense, and the Patriots used to have a really good defense, but now a lot of their good guys are hurt. (Stay with me here, it gets better, sort of). So the Pats are thinking, what can we do to give ourselves an advantage? And the logical answer that they come up with, since the Colts play all of their home games indoors, on nice turf and in good weather, is to leave the field uncovered all this week, while it snows and rains. Now we've got this nice mud mess, which the Pats are used to playing in anyway. What a great idea!

Meanwhile, the Colts had a press conference tonight, and all of the players are pissy because it's not fair. The pats coach responded:

"'My job is not to pull weeds," he said Wednesday with an innocent-looking smirk.'"

It'll be a good game. Go Pats

Me llamo TeeSee

As I've been babysitting the past few weeks, I'm realizing you grow up very differently if you're being raised by parents who live in Beacon Hill and can afford to do charity work as opposed to a paying job, compared to growing up in say, Londonderry, NH. For one, you have to take a lot of classes. The five month old I take care of is currently enrolled in a music class and a swim class. Meanwhile, he still can't keep his drool under control. And there's a toddler I've been watching over break who takes Spanish classes. She's 20 months old. She calls me TeeSee. I'm pretty sure she's not becoming bilingual.

The other difference is that these kids don't consume anything that's not organic. This summer I was a nanny for a family on Nantucket. We enjoyed organic bread, yogurt, cheezit-type crackers, and grapes. Actually, the grapes were good. I found I missed the preservatives in bread though. A baby and a preschooler I've sat for here eat organic bread, peanut butter, and cheese...the soon-to-be bilingual toddler feasts on organic noodles and crackers, and the Beacon Hill baby has his formula mixed with bottled water while he enjoys his organic baby cereal. It's weird. I think I came out OK, and I'm pretty sure I didn't know about organic food until I was at least 17. Of course I'll probably drop dead at 30, while these organic babies live to the ripe old age of 128.

I liked the title of this story.

Dammit, I missed my chance again.


http://www.cnn.com/2005/SHOWBIZ/Movies/01/05/people.law.miller.ap/index.html

Sex can wait...

So I was looking at my blog, and thinking that the top picture from yesterday's entry looks less like a party and more like a corny public service announcement (like the group of loser kids sitting around talking candidly about how they're going to put off sex until marriage). I swear, the party got so much more fun once my roommate had her 3 beers and let everyone sign her boobs.

Tonight I saw this and thought it was funny, but mostly because I can think of at least one better way to test the condoms.

Good old days

I write to you tonight from my bed. It's rather cozy. I'm thinking of spending the entire day in it tomorrow, just to see if I could do it. I'm actually pretty sure I couldn't...A)I need to shower, and then I wouldn't want to get back in bed if my hair was still wet, and B) I know I'd be pretty antsy by 11am. It would be quite the test of endurance though, so I'll let you know how it goes.

Union went back to school today, which makes me think that I should be starting classes too, except then I remember I'm on this new "semester" schedule. It makes me miss Union a lot though...and not only because I miss being able to take relatively meaningless classes and get by with an hour or 2 of work per week (up until 10th week). I miss having all of my friends so close, being able to walk a maximum of 10 minutes to see any of them at school, and seeing most of them usually every day. I loved seeing a ton of Union people and my Medway friends this weekend, but it made me realize how much I hate having to plan visits to see each other. I miss being able to decide on a Wednesday night that we're going to have a blacklight party that Saturday.




And I miss having a Halloween party and having people just drop in.




And of course I miss the random parties outside of our apartment, except when our door was left open so the cops could let themselves in, and my cell phone was stolen. Oops.

Therefore, I am pleading with all of you to move to Boston. Preferably to Acadia Park. We can recreate college. Maybe form a commune, or a kibbutz or something. At night we can watch an awful reality show. When it snows, we'll go sledding. When it's nice out, we can play frisbee. Oh also, we're not going to work or go to school.

College was fun

Even twiddling my thumbs isn't cutting it anymore...

Who knew WB shows could actually teach us something. I'm watching this fascinating show called The Mountain. I'm sort of distracted because my cute and adorable roommate is doing this weird growling thing at the shirtless Fabio-look-alike. But it's all about Plan B! Apparently there was a "malfunction" in the bedroom, and they had to head north over the border to get the pill. They must not know you can just go to GetThePill.com, fill out a brief form, and have it sent to your nearest pharmacy! Oh the things you learn...Our apartment is very familiar with Plan B (and the Apartment Rental Experts...they go hand in hand it turns out).

I am clearly so so so bored. If you have suggestions of how I should fill my next two days, please let me know. This past week I literally did nothing. NOTHING. I'm excited to do some babysitting this week, and actually DO something. Even if it means making sure I get the 5 month old to his music class on time and then back home for his late morning nap. Oh to be a little rich baby...

I'm so bored I don't even want to find anything to do...


I might be naked

Halfway to 4010

It's about 17 hours into the new year, and so far I think I like 2005. I woke up without the lightheaded feeling that counts for my hangover, had a good breakfast, enjoyed unusually warm weather, actually got to see my brother and his girlfriend, and got new shoes at a pretty inexpensive price. 2005 is also a nice, rounded off number, and Losure thinks it looks like the word "Loose." I think it'll be a good year.

Last night was fun. I'm already excited for 2006.


P.S.- I'm sorry my blog is sucking...