i was lucky enough to be sitting at my computer when i got the email telling me that i won a skater helmet through ebay. it probably happened about 15 minutes ago, and paid for may be less that 5 minutes after that. hopefully, it will arrive here before friday. it's the last bit to my halloween costume. i'm hoping it will get here by wednesday so i can spray it gold to completely finish the costume. i am going to be a contestant from the 90's nickelodeon gameshow "legends of the hidden temple". i'm kind of stealing it from amber. she did it last year. i chose to go with it because i really hate costumes that get in the way of me moving around and being (somewhat) normal. last year, i went as a vegas showgirl. i had a giant feathered head dress that was about 3 feet off my head, and the heels and the sequined dress i wore while shuffling around and helping people at hubba hubba made me want to cry by the end of the night.
the costume allows me to wear jeans and a t-shirt only adding the out-of-norm knee/elbow pads and a gold helmet. i'm going to be from the green monkey team... i'm jazzed.
in other news tonight, i let my somewhat passive aggressive road rage come out. when i got to my car, i found that someone had parked about 3 inches away from my bumper. inspired by ben's note writing to the folks who had a mount washington sticker on their car, i left a note on the car behind me that read "thank you so much for parking up the ass of my car. i really enjoyed being able to hone my paralell parking and turning skills tonight. jerk." i dunno, i guess i was just really frustrated that they decided to sneak by the "10 feet from the intersection" law that somerville has, by practically forcing me to leave my car in davis square. it took ALOT of turning and reversing to get out of that spot. besides all of that, i was tired and cranky from a loooong day at hubba hubba.
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Thursday, October 23, 2008
tonight will be forever known as "the night i got stuck in a coffin"
steve took me on an adventure tonight, to abington MA to see barrets haunted mansion. besides the mansion, they also had an attraction called "buried alive". it's a simulated "ride" where you climb into a real coffin, they shut the lid, and it plays a track in your ear and has simulated movements and whatnot. it kind of freaked me out a little once i was in there. it blows cool air in at the foot, and it feels (and sounds) like the coffin is filling with water. all in all, its really cool. what was not cool however was the prank that was pulled on me for my exit of the coffin.
when we got to this place, there was a clown on stilts standing in the doorway. this is the part where i try to express my sheer terror for clowns. i can't explain why, but i get goosebumps, feel nauseous, my mind starts running, and get cold sweats when i see clowns. the stilty clown had a red face with the white frowny lips, black around his eyes and had neon green contacts in.. with an orange wig. he was all dressed in black. while we were waiting in line for the burried ride, i watched him outside tearing across the parking lot chasing people. again... all in stilts. he was freaking me out. there was another pair of clowns around in neon yellow and orange suits. without me knowing. steve told the girl about my clown fear, she took it from there.
now, the room that the ride was in was a little itty bitty room that was made to look like a murder scene, top that off with the fact that there is a coffin in the corner... folks... you have quite a freaky little room. the whole thing was very convincing. if i had wandered into it on my own not knowing it was part of a halloween attraction, i would have been a bit edgy. the ride is over. i am waiting for the gal who happily tucked me into the coffin to open the lid. nope. clown 1 opens the lid, it took me a second for my eyes to adjust to the light, and i then let out a blood curdling scream. at this point i covered my eyes and tried to sit up, but he was leaning over the coffin right in my face making growly noises. so i laid back down and waited to hear him move. i sat up trying to scramble out of the coffin, at the same time, i pulled my scarf up over my eyes so i didn't have to see them. i threw one leg out and twisted around to pull the rest of me out. keep in mind, i still have my scarf practically wrapped around my head. one foot on the floor, and two hands to steady myself, i discovered that my other foot was now tangled in the plastic wrap that was protecting the coffins interior. i tried for about 10 seconds to get myself free, and failed. at this point i could still hear the pair of them growling, one of them right next to my ear. i froze. i was afraid that if i pulled, i was going to knock the coffin over. i was pretty close to panic at this point.
can you imagine me standing there? scarf over my eyes, near tears (seriously), two hands on the rim of a coffin trying to pull the other foot out? i guess that the clowns transformed from fear inducing creeps to two guys who realized that i was stuck and terrified. he reached into the coffin and pulled the plastic off my foot where i then turned around and fled towards the door where i was able to feel my way out. when i got back outside, steve was standing there filming my exit. i pretty much knew thats where he would be, and i came out of the door ready for action. i beat him up a little.
the first video is of one of the clowns entering the room. the little tv screen is actually me in the coffin, but you can't really tell because of the glare from the light.
the second video is from my exit from the room. this is where i attack steve. he had it comin'.
when we got to this place, there was a clown on stilts standing in the doorway. this is the part where i try to express my sheer terror for clowns. i can't explain why, but i get goosebumps, feel nauseous, my mind starts running, and get cold sweats when i see clowns. the stilty clown had a red face with the white frowny lips, black around his eyes and had neon green contacts in.. with an orange wig. he was all dressed in black. while we were waiting in line for the burried ride, i watched him outside tearing across the parking lot chasing people. again... all in stilts. he was freaking me out. there was another pair of clowns around in neon yellow and orange suits. without me knowing. steve told the girl about my clown fear, she took it from there.
now, the room that the ride was in was a little itty bitty room that was made to look like a murder scene, top that off with the fact that there is a coffin in the corner... folks... you have quite a freaky little room. the whole thing was very convincing. if i had wandered into it on my own not knowing it was part of a halloween attraction, i would have been a bit edgy. the ride is over. i am waiting for the gal who happily tucked me into the coffin to open the lid. nope. clown 1 opens the lid, it took me a second for my eyes to adjust to the light, and i then let out a blood curdling scream. at this point i covered my eyes and tried to sit up, but he was leaning over the coffin right in my face making growly noises. so i laid back down and waited to hear him move. i sat up trying to scramble out of the coffin, at the same time, i pulled my scarf up over my eyes so i didn't have to see them. i threw one leg out and twisted around to pull the rest of me out. keep in mind, i still have my scarf practically wrapped around my head. one foot on the floor, and two hands to steady myself, i discovered that my other foot was now tangled in the plastic wrap that was protecting the coffins interior. i tried for about 10 seconds to get myself free, and failed. at this point i could still hear the pair of them growling, one of them right next to my ear. i froze. i was afraid that if i pulled, i was going to knock the coffin over. i was pretty close to panic at this point.
can you imagine me standing there? scarf over my eyes, near tears (seriously), two hands on the rim of a coffin trying to pull the other foot out? i guess that the clowns transformed from fear inducing creeps to two guys who realized that i was stuck and terrified. he reached into the coffin and pulled the plastic off my foot where i then turned around and fled towards the door where i was able to feel my way out. when i got back outside, steve was standing there filming my exit. i pretty much knew thats where he would be, and i came out of the door ready for action. i beat him up a little.
the first video is of one of the clowns entering the room. the little tv screen is actually me in the coffin, but you can't really tell because of the glare from the light.
the second video is from my exit from the room. this is where i attack steve. he had it comin'.
after that, we headed over to the mansion and got some hot chocolate and fried dough to nash on while standing in line. we stood in line for about an hour.. all the while creepers in freaky costumes moved through the line scaring people wherever they got the chance. the mansion itself was neat and scary. i think the room that bothered me the most was a room that you were looking in on.. it was a guy lying on a surgery table, being dismembered or tortured... whatever. but there are people around him and a strobe light is going crazy. the flashing light almost made me lose my shit. in less that 30 seconds i felt like i was either going to pass out or throw up. i moved on to the clown room and wished i was getting sick in the last room. eventually, after we had been screamed at and thoroughly scared, we got outside and decided to get one more hot cocoa to share for the ride home since we were both freezing from our hour wait. while standing in line, the stilt clown decided that he was just going to loom behind me until i noticed. being the mostly oblivious type that i am, i didn't even notice until steve snickered. once i turned, i screamed and bolted for the car.
all in all... we, scratch that, i ended up with the halloween scare that steve was seeking. this sunday... we are going to attempt the corn maze in sterling MA and also get our halloween pumpkin.
Monday, October 20, 2008
lay-to-the-zee
that was my day. lazy. i spent most of my day under the covers watching "six feet under" and cuddling with the cats. kumori is now in the habit of meowing and nosing in the blankets, its her signal for you to open the comforter so she can get under it. she's started this thing where she likes to sleep under the comforter next to me, its a very odd sensation to have a kitty purring under the blanket next to you. it's also sickeningly adorable. i think i am going to keep my little video camera next to me when i'm lounging so i can try to catch her cuteness on tape.
the weekend was spent in needham where i house/dog sat for lucy. we went for a long walk in the woods on both saturday and sunday. it was sooo nice. when i wasn't out in nature, i was hanging out and sketching and drinking tea in what i am calling their "tree room". it's on the second floor of the house, and when you look out onto the deck, it looks like you are just hanging out in the trees. sadly i didn't see any deer.
the rest of this week looks to be busy. i have 2 lunch dates about illustrating. i bought a new portfolio to organize some of my drawings. i also bought a new sweater and some nice jeans so i look like a professional illustrator and not just an art hippy.
the weekend was spent in needham where i house/dog sat for lucy. we went for a long walk in the woods on both saturday and sunday. it was sooo nice. when i wasn't out in nature, i was hanging out and sketching and drinking tea in what i am calling their "tree room". it's on the second floor of the house, and when you look out onto the deck, it looks like you are just hanging out in the trees. sadly i didn't see any deer.
the rest of this week looks to be busy. i have 2 lunch dates about illustrating. i bought a new portfolio to organize some of my drawings. i also bought a new sweater and some nice jeans so i look like a professional illustrator and not just an art hippy.
Thursday, October 16, 2008
3 blog posts 1 day
yes, it seems a little excessive. but i blog alot. mostly because i have nothing else to do, but i digress.
it seems like fall was just dawdleing in, and then WHAM! the past two days fall has taken over. i dunno, it just feels more like fall. i like to sit on my front porch, and today i actually needed to hunt down a sweatshirt. it also seems like the trees on my street have given up and are quickly getting more and more naked. i also think that the sox games are making it feel more like fall.
soon it'll be time to get pumpkins. yay! this year, to light em' up i am going to use one of the zillion glow sticks that came home from camp with me. that way, no anxiety about buring the porch down!
alright... time to get back to the sox... it's close at 7 to 7 in the 9th.
it seems like fall was just dawdleing in, and then WHAM! the past two days fall has taken over. i dunno, it just feels more like fall. i like to sit on my front porch, and today i actually needed to hunt down a sweatshirt. it also seems like the trees on my street have given up and are quickly getting more and more naked. i also think that the sox games are making it feel more like fall.
soon it'll be time to get pumpkins. yay! this year, to light em' up i am going to use one of the zillion glow sticks that came home from camp with me. that way, no anxiety about buring the porch down!
alright... time to get back to the sox... it's close at 7 to 7 in the 9th.
fishnets and ruffly underoos
so tonight was my first night with a burlesque dancing group. it was amazingly fun. i found the group through the guy who runs the boston babydolls, who i met at the boston tattoo convention. tonight it was all yoga pants, but next time we are supposed to bring the fancy schmancy stuff. i found an interesting pair of ruffly underoos and some fishnets and heels. it's going to take some getting used to, i haven't really danced in heels since i taught dancing out in western MA. i'm still on the hunt for a somewhat tasteful top. i definately have a hot pink feather boa though.
i decided to join the group for a couple of reasons. 1. i seriously need to get out of this house. 2. its FABULOUS excersize. my muscles are screaming from all the dance moves. 3. the wardrobe is LOTS of fun. there really isn't alot of room for fishnets in my everyday wardrobe... come to think of it red lipstick or hot pink boas don't really either, but being a somewhat girlie-girl... i love them!
i know that work tomorrow is going to suck... lack of regular sleep, denise, and sore muscles don't generally excite me.
man, i can't wait for next dance group.
i decided to join the group for a couple of reasons. 1. i seriously need to get out of this house. 2. its FABULOUS excersize. my muscles are screaming from all the dance moves. 3. the wardrobe is LOTS of fun. there really isn't alot of room for fishnets in my everyday wardrobe... come to think of it red lipstick or hot pink boas don't really either, but being a somewhat girlie-girl... i love them!
i know that work tomorrow is going to suck... lack of regular sleep, denise, and sore muscles don't generally excite me.
man, i can't wait for next dance group.
*yawn*
i hate days like these. they are the days where i am ridiculously exhausted because i stayed up the night before working.
nothing like a deadline to motivate you, eh?
it's 12:30 in the afternoon and i still haven't been to bed... i'm about to give up and take a few hour nap.
sooooo tired.
nothing like a deadline to motivate you, eh?
it's 12:30 in the afternoon and i still haven't been to bed... i'm about to give up and take a few hour nap.
sooooo tired.
Monday, October 13, 2008
tested
it seems like this weekend has tested my patience to the max.
saturday and sunday were fan-fucking-tastic. saturday was very short. rain and i left for western MA around 8:30pm. the meeting of the BFF's happened around 10:30pm. we spent the night at kristens house, playing with her puggy puppy kasey. the next morning we got up and headed for camp bonnie brae to walk around and take video and pictures. the whole day was amazing. i love that krissisan and rain got along so well. it was also fun to hear them talk and joke about M.O.H. dresses. they also had some amazing ideas to decorate camp for the wedding. we got up to camp at about 12:30 and didn't leave until almost 6pm. we also decided to get lunch and have it on the back of big house porch. after CBB, we headed back to ludlow and collect all of our sleeping stuffs.
once we left kris's house we stopped to visit grammy and uncle tom. i got the chance to ask my uncle tom if he would give me away next fall... as i expected, before i got the answer i got his joke.. "i think we're going to need a big box". i told him that the dress acted as a bow. i took all of this to mean "yes".
after that we were off again, this time to springfield to visit tony and joanne, who are both erics parents and the most amazing photographers ever. i remember being at erics house when i was about 13 or 14 and seeing a picture of a groom laying in the grass with the bride behind him... in my mind then, i told myself.. if i ever get married, i hope they will take my pictures. tonight i finally got my chance to ask. they said yes. i told them the story about me remembering the picture which joanne couldn't believe. she thought it was hilarious. i love them so much... they are like second parents.
by this time, it was about 10pm when we had made it to my moms. it was alot later than we had expected to be there. she was a little bent out of shape about it. the plan was to move alot more of my childhood stuff out of the basement. rain and i went down there to start sorting through some boxes. after about 15 minutes, we started to feel itchy.. rain noticed she had a flea on her arm which lead to our immeadiate exit of the basement. from what i understand, audrey had some stray cat in the basement and never bothered to give it a flea bath. the fleas took over the basement and they had to bomb it not once, but twice. apparently twice was not enough. ugh. by this time it was about midnight, and too late to drive home. rain and i found a howard johnsons to spend the night... it was the grossest most ghetto place i have ever slept in. no alarm clock.. the chain on the door had been ripped off the doorframe, a horrifying shower, a missing towel rack and suspicious substance on the comforters. we requested new sheets from housekeeping and tried not to look down when de-fleaing in the shower.
the next morning we headed back to my mom's house to visit and try to collect some more stuff before coming home. one of the things that i've been trying to find for months now is an album that contained my birth certificate, and the bracelets, hat, footprints, and photos from when i was born and in ICU. i believe that album is also the one that contained pictures from grampys boat in it. audrey moved it from the table it was in, and hasn't been able to find it since. i found out today that she threw it away. because i wasn't upset enough about that, i was also on the hunt for a photo from grammy and grampys wedding that should have been in the trunk uncle archie made upstairs. instead of our things in the trunk, i found that alyssa had moved everything out of the trunk and into a suitcase. the photo was gone and so was the gold cross that was at grampy's funeral. where it is i have no idea, but at this point i kind of lost my shit. i didn't yell, but i definately got the point across that i was pissed about everything being moved out of the trunk. i got into it again with audrey about everything that was missing and about things being moved out of the trunk. by the end of my visit, everything was back in the trunk safe(ish) and secure. i think the next time i am out there i am going to get a skeleton key to see if i can try and lock the trunk up.
i just can't express enough how much i hate those people. i always leave the house anxiety ridden and angry. by the time we got back home, i just crawled into bed and slept the rest of the afternoon away.
on the whole, the weekend was pretty great. i secured more wedding details and ended up connecting two of my best friends. i also got to bring home more of my childhood relics... photos and video to come later this week.
saturday and sunday were fan-fucking-tastic. saturday was very short. rain and i left for western MA around 8:30pm. the meeting of the BFF's happened around 10:30pm. we spent the night at kristens house, playing with her puggy puppy kasey. the next morning we got up and headed for camp bonnie brae to walk around and take video and pictures. the whole day was amazing. i love that krissisan and rain got along so well. it was also fun to hear them talk and joke about M.O.H. dresses. they also had some amazing ideas to decorate camp for the wedding. we got up to camp at about 12:30 and didn't leave until almost 6pm. we also decided to get lunch and have it on the back of big house porch. after CBB, we headed back to ludlow and collect all of our sleeping stuffs.
once we left kris's house we stopped to visit grammy and uncle tom. i got the chance to ask my uncle tom if he would give me away next fall... as i expected, before i got the answer i got his joke.. "i think we're going to need a big box". i told him that the dress acted as a bow. i took all of this to mean "yes".
after that we were off again, this time to springfield to visit tony and joanne, who are both erics parents and the most amazing photographers ever. i remember being at erics house when i was about 13 or 14 and seeing a picture of a groom laying in the grass with the bride behind him... in my mind then, i told myself.. if i ever get married, i hope they will take my pictures. tonight i finally got my chance to ask. they said yes. i told them the story about me remembering the picture which joanne couldn't believe. she thought it was hilarious. i love them so much... they are like second parents.
by this time, it was about 10pm when we had made it to my moms. it was alot later than we had expected to be there. she was a little bent out of shape about it. the plan was to move alot more of my childhood stuff out of the basement. rain and i went down there to start sorting through some boxes. after about 15 minutes, we started to feel itchy.. rain noticed she had a flea on her arm which lead to our immeadiate exit of the basement. from what i understand, audrey had some stray cat in the basement and never bothered to give it a flea bath. the fleas took over the basement and they had to bomb it not once, but twice. apparently twice was not enough. ugh. by this time it was about midnight, and too late to drive home. rain and i found a howard johnsons to spend the night... it was the grossest most ghetto place i have ever slept in. no alarm clock.. the chain on the door had been ripped off the doorframe, a horrifying shower, a missing towel rack and suspicious substance on the comforters. we requested new sheets from housekeeping and tried not to look down when de-fleaing in the shower.
the next morning we headed back to my mom's house to visit and try to collect some more stuff before coming home. one of the things that i've been trying to find for months now is an album that contained my birth certificate, and the bracelets, hat, footprints, and photos from when i was born and in ICU. i believe that album is also the one that contained pictures from grampys boat in it. audrey moved it from the table it was in, and hasn't been able to find it since. i found out today that she threw it away. because i wasn't upset enough about that, i was also on the hunt for a photo from grammy and grampys wedding that should have been in the trunk uncle archie made upstairs. instead of our things in the trunk, i found that alyssa had moved everything out of the trunk and into a suitcase. the photo was gone and so was the gold cross that was at grampy's funeral. where it is i have no idea, but at this point i kind of lost my shit. i didn't yell, but i definately got the point across that i was pissed about everything being moved out of the trunk. i got into it again with audrey about everything that was missing and about things being moved out of the trunk. by the end of my visit, everything was back in the trunk safe(ish) and secure. i think the next time i am out there i am going to get a skeleton key to see if i can try and lock the trunk up.
i just can't express enough how much i hate those people. i always leave the house anxiety ridden and angry. by the time we got back home, i just crawled into bed and slept the rest of the afternoon away.
on the whole, the weekend was pretty great. i secured more wedding details and ended up connecting two of my best friends. i also got to bring home more of my childhood relics... photos and video to come later this week.
Friday, October 10, 2008
MAD!
it's very rare that i get angry. like real angry, not just laugh it off frustrated. today i was VERY angry. like the kind of mad that makes your chest hurt, well, ok... makes my chest hurt. which is another reason i avoid that specific emotion. i don't like it. at all.
today at hubba... now, some back round on denise. i try to be polite when describing people that are hard to describe because they really don't have any qualities that you can talk about and still sound like a nice person. did that make sense? i'm mad and typing fast so, it probably didn't.
denise is an idiot. she is a simple minded, uneducated, rude, sneaky, scheming idiot. talking to her most days gives me a headache. she is rude to customers, me, rain, and she even thinks it's acceptable to yell at our 70 year old boss, suzi. what makes me maddest is that she talks down to people like they are beneath her. it would be one thing if she had any right to say that she was. but honestly.. she isn't.
i hardly think that my asking her to change a CD deserved being brushed off, when i confronted her about it, her attitude only got snottier. by the time i had gotten mad enough to tell her "not to "fucking" speak to me that way". he response was "watch your language, young lady". OMG when i ever heard her say that to me i was so mad and riled up that i wanted to hit her. it takes SO much provocation to make me that angry that i just walked out. she is so INCREDIBLY disrespectful to everyone around her it just makes me absolutely livid.
can you imagine me being so mad that i actually had to leave a work?!
my plan. go have some tea and take a nap.
today at hubba... now, some back round on denise. i try to be polite when describing people that are hard to describe because they really don't have any qualities that you can talk about and still sound like a nice person. did that make sense? i'm mad and typing fast so, it probably didn't.
denise is an idiot. she is a simple minded, uneducated, rude, sneaky, scheming idiot. talking to her most days gives me a headache. she is rude to customers, me, rain, and she even thinks it's acceptable to yell at our 70 year old boss, suzi. what makes me maddest is that she talks down to people like they are beneath her. it would be one thing if she had any right to say that she was. but honestly.. she isn't.
i hardly think that my asking her to change a CD deserved being brushed off, when i confronted her about it, her attitude only got snottier. by the time i had gotten mad enough to tell her "not to "fucking" speak to me that way". he response was "watch your language, young lady". OMG when i ever heard her say that to me i was so mad and riled up that i wanted to hit her. it takes SO much provocation to make me that angry that i just walked out. she is so INCREDIBLY disrespectful to everyone around her it just makes me absolutely livid.
can you imagine me being so mad that i actually had to leave a work?!
my plan. go have some tea and take a nap.
Thursday, October 9, 2008
1...2...3... focus!
i have no idea what switched in the past day or so. but i have become almost obsessively focused on my artwork. i spent a huge chunk of my morning roaming around the financial district taking pictures of buildings. i want to really draw and work on my perspective. when i got home, i pulled out my watercolors and started experimenting and painting pictures of the fish and jellies i saw at the aquarium when doug and linda were here.
ted is now more detailed... and more fuzzy looking. i've had alot of camp pictures printed out and i've started studying my summer sisters and making characters.. including myself. it's fun to cartoon yourself.
camp is officially ours for the wedding. we signed the contract and picked the buildings that we'll need. sunday i will be out there with my girls and we are taking a small roadtrip up the mountain to take alot of pictures and video of camp because people keep asking me "what's it like?". i'm pretty sure most people are picturing pop-tents in the dirt, when in reality there's alot more to it than that.
speaking of obsessions. i am quite embarassed to admit that i have somewhat become interested in the the show "paris hiltons my new BFF". the show is COMPLETELY ridiculous. the girls are catty, the situations are crazy... i just don't understand how i got hooked. thanks to rain, i've also been following "project runway". next week is the season finale... what will i do then? oh.. thats right... watch all the reruns.
art and televison and weddings, oh my!
ted is now more detailed... and more fuzzy looking. i've had alot of camp pictures printed out and i've started studying my summer sisters and making characters.. including myself. it's fun to cartoon yourself.
camp is officially ours for the wedding. we signed the contract and picked the buildings that we'll need. sunday i will be out there with my girls and we are taking a small roadtrip up the mountain to take alot of pictures and video of camp because people keep asking me "what's it like?". i'm pretty sure most people are picturing pop-tents in the dirt, when in reality there's alot more to it than that.
speaking of obsessions. i am quite embarassed to admit that i have somewhat become interested in the the show "paris hiltons my new BFF". the show is COMPLETELY ridiculous. the girls are catty, the situations are crazy... i just don't understand how i got hooked. thanks to rain, i've also been following "project runway". next week is the season finale... what will i do then? oh.. thats right... watch all the reruns.
art and televison and weddings, oh my!
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
the thick headed pollock learns a valuble optical lesson today.
my eyes hurt. like.. alot. obviously not enough to stop my blogging, but still. ow.
i spent most of the day in front of the computer researching and getting prices for alot of wedding things like chairs, tables, officiants... blah blah... i also spent a ridiculous amount of time being "detail oriented" in illustrator today. i got so much of the little design work done... i'm very proud of myself. if it weren't for my kick ass speakers and the rock of the killers, i might not be here typing right now.
the part of my day that was not spent in front of the computer was spent in bed making phone calls and taking copius amounts of notes about prices and available times. i originally planned to keep to the desk to keep organized, but my cats thwarted that plan.
how could you resist from cuddling up with these faces?
cats are never good influences for work. i find myself wanting to cuddle up with them in my snuggly ikea sheets. they purr and are excellent nappers. most days i'd rather just stay in bed with the cats.
ugh. still. i feel like i got alot done today. most imortantly, i learned that i should always take the time to find my glasses and wear them so i don't end up wanting to claw my own eyes out.
Saturday, October 4, 2008
the snooze button
it's been a fun weekend so far. i'm out in lynn with caity and amelia. today was spent playing games and watching cartoons. we went out for dinner, then i took them to see beverly hills chihuahua. by the time we got to the movie theater after dinner, amelia was completely asleep. she spent the entire movie fast asleep on my lap. in total, she slept from cambridge, to revere, and back to lynn. the only peep i've heard from her since about 8pm was some homesickness that was quickly ended by a snuggle and going to sleep in mum and dad's bed. apparently it's a slumber party here in lynn tonight.
some odd things have happened since my arrival today. i've definately accidentally been called "mommy" a few times. i have no idea how they are making that mistake, but it's definately something new to me. it makes me realize how much i really want children. i know steve is up for kids, but he seems to have this odd timeframe idea about how it should happen. for about a year now i feel like i've been toying with the snooze button on my biological clock. maybe another part of my anxiety is worrying that my mom won't be around to see me have them. i'm desperately hoping she will make it to next september to see me get married... i'm hoping she will keep on foiling illnesses to see me have kids as well.
some odd things have happened since my arrival today. i've definately accidentally been called "mommy" a few times. i have no idea how they are making that mistake, but it's definately something new to me. it makes me realize how much i really want children. i know steve is up for kids, but he seems to have this odd timeframe idea about how it should happen. for about a year now i feel like i've been toying with the snooze button on my biological clock. maybe another part of my anxiety is worrying that my mom won't be around to see me have them. i'm desperately hoping she will make it to next september to see me get married... i'm hoping she will keep on foiling illnesses to see me have kids as well.
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