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[Sep. 2nd, 2004|07:58 am] |
I haven't written in a while because I've just had so much on my plate. And truthfully, there hasn't been much to write about. Last Friday night I went to Riptide's in Plymouth with Lori, Jolene, Angie & Audrey, but I got so smashed that I can't write anything about it because I don't remember anything. To the best of my knowledge I had a good time. But I was so hung over afterwards that it pretty much killed the rest of my weekend.
So other than a night I don't remember, I have spent the past week packing and studying for the GMAT. I move tomorrow night and Saturday and then take the GMAT next Friday. I probably shouldn't have scheduled the two so closed together, but I think it will work out fine. I've been really good at being an organized packer so the move should go smooth. And the test...well...I'm not sure what to expect, but I'm studying my big Kaplan book and hoping it's not too difficult.
Right now I'm too excited about the move thought to think too much about the test. I'm sure that will chnage next week. |
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[Aug. 26th, 2004|07:56 am] |
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It feels like this has been the longest week ever. Arlene, Mark & Amy's mom, passed away on Sunday afternoon. For anyone who doesn't know, Amy & Mark are my stepsister and brother. Our parents have been together since I was 13 though, so I think of them as real siblings. Nobody was expecting this, Arlene was only 49 years old. She had a blood clot that dislodged and caused immediate cardiac arrest. She was dead in minutes. I hadn't seen her in a quite a while, probably not in years. So while I'm not terribly upset by her passing, I feel so bad for Mark and Amy. Mark doesn't say much, so it's hard to gage how he is feeling. Amy has been visibly devastated. I've been there for her as much as I can, I hope it's enough. This kind of thing really gets a person thinking. I have spent a great deal of time in the past few days contemplating my own parents' lack of immortality. I don't know what I'd do if one of them were to suddenly pass. I've also gained a new respect for my dad. As a funeral director, my father deals with funerals and the family members of the deceased every day. The funeral on Tuesday was the saddest thing I had ever personally witnessed. Watching young people bury their mom, parents bury their child, a husband bury his wife of less than a year. I couldn't keep my eyes dry, and I don't know how my father does this daily.
On a lighter note, Mike and I signed our lease yesterday. We move in on Saturday, September 4th. I hate moving, but I'm looking forward to the new place. It is so much closer to work than where I currently am. And I'll be with Mike. And I'll have my cats back. Lot's of good stuff. I joined a gym not far away, so I'm thrilled to be able to get back into a regular workout schedule. After the events earlier in the week, I appreciate these little things a hell of a lot more than ever. |
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[Aug. 20th, 2004|12:04 pm] |
Damn the Olympics. It sucked me in again last night. I knew Carly Patterson was going to win the All Around Gold, yet I felt that I HAD to stay up and watch anyway. Olympic gymnastics has sucked me in all week and now I am exhausted. And tonight I have my first kitchen show at Lori's - I did not want to be tired for that. At least it doesn't have to be a late night. I was gonna stay and hang out for a while after the show, but I don't know how long I'll make it.
This morning the landlord for the apartment I want called and said that if I still wanted the place he just had to check my references. YES I STILL WANT THE PLACE!! I hope we get it. I'm not sure what I'm most looking forward to: living with Mike, or not living with my mom. Probably a combination of the two. I love my mom, but we get along better when we don't live together.
Is it time to go home yet?
**funny thing, when I first types this post I did a little typo in the first paragraph and wrote "gumnastics". Is that like doing acrobatic bubblegum moves with your tongue? I can twirl spaghetti around my tongue, I bet I'd be good at gumnastics.** |
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[Aug. 18th, 2004|03:20 pm] |
I just finished wrapping Spiderman fruit snacks and Rice-A-Roni rice bowls in tissue paper. They're presents for Pete. Pete's last day at work here is Friday. He got a job as a high school history teacher in some western suburb. Good for him. He hated it here. So we're giving him lots of snacks because he won't get a paycheck for a while and is gonna be poor. And we got him a lunch box. And a new pair of khakis because it's all he wears and all of his are ripped and held together with safety pins.
So tomorrow is Pete's going away party. That should kill half a day. which means I'll only have to entertain myself on the internet and playing Snood for 5 hours. |
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| Damn you, Carly Patterson! |
[Aug. 18th, 2004|07:16 am] |
Two nights in a row. Last night, for the second time, I got in bed early intent on getting a good night sleep. Last night I was so exhausted that it was giving me a headache. I thought I would fall asleep within minutes. But no. I got sucked in again. Olympic gymnastics. Monday night the men got me; last night it was the women. At least both teams won medals. So my 8:30 bedtime turned into 11:30. That may not sound too late, but try waking up at 4:30 (ok, I hit the snooze button till 5 today). I realize that some people can function very well with 5 hours sleep, but I'm just not one of them. Plus my allergies are acting up and my sinuses are bugging me. This day is going to go by slow, I can already tell.
I really liked the apartment we looked at last night. Keeping my fingers crossed on that one. A place with hardwood floors that accepts cats - a dream come true. |
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[Aug. 17th, 2004|03:15 pm] |
Jeez, my four day weekend went by too fast. Friday night we went to Burna & Erica's to watch the game and...the Pat's kicked the Eagles' asses all over the field. I'm so fucking happy that it's almost time for regular season football!!!
Last night we looked at an apartment in Weymouth. It wasn't terrible, but definitely not what we were looking for. So tonight we're going to look at one in Braintree. Keeping my fingers crossed. It's tough to find a place that will accept me with my kitties. But moving without them is simply not an option.
Friday is my first kitchen show. I am so excited. I think it'll be fun. We're making pizza and drinking wine. Sort of an acloholic italian theme. I'm hoping that the more people drink the more they will buy :) |
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[Aug. 11th, 2004|07:02 am] |
This is my horoscope for today:
Today you might find that a number of small animals come into your life, Benay. You might adopt a pet yourself, or a friend might have a pet that's just given birth to puppies or kittens. There's also the possibility that you could visit a zoo and have fun watching the baby lions or monkeys play. Don't be surprised if you pick up intuitively on how the animals are feeling! This could prove to be a thoroughly enjoyable day.
How weird is that? |
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[Aug. 9th, 2004|04:30 pm] |
This weekend went by way too fast. Thursday night - Erin's welcome home/going away party at the Brew House. There were so many people there that I can't even begin to list them.
Friday - Pampered Chef training during the day, which went very well. Then dinner for Papa's birthday at my mom's house. Later that night a few people came to hang out with us at Christine's house, where we were housesitting. I can't remember the last time I stayed up until 4 in the AM. Poor Shannon drove home at around three. At least we weren't that far away.
Saturday - I was a lazy ass all day (I guess going to bed at 4 will do that). I finally got up in the early evening and went to Lori D.'s for a while before going ot the China. I hadn't been there in months, it was pretty good. I hardly knew anybody though, at least compared to when I used to go and know everyone.
Yesterday I ran some errands and did some work. BORING.
Tonight will not be boring. Tonight I'm going to the Red Sox game. And I took tomorrow off because I know I will be tired. It looks like tonight is gonna be perfect weather for a game. Sweet.
I'm going to go say a prayer that Schilling can pull this one off. |
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[Aug. 4th, 2004|03:12 pm] |
I will be so happy when today is over. Not that anything is wrong with today, I'm just looking forward to later on today and tomorrow. Tonight Mike is going to hang out with Levine and Lori is coming over with Talya for dinner. I haven't seen Talya since she started crawling and I hear she has gotten much bigger. OOOOh, I can't wait. Plus I haven't sen Lori in a while either. I was so jealous that Shannon and Lori saw her the other night. So I bribed her with food. That always works.
Tomorrow I get to go on a field trip. I'm taking four students to the WGBH studios to see how they take newly released movies and TV shows and make them so that blind people can hear them and know what's going on. Should be interesting. I'm not looking forward to driving the NEEI van though. That thing's a little bit bigger than what I'm used to. I'll survive. Tomorrow night a bunch of us are going to The Brew house to see Erin. I haven't seen her since she moved to Switzerland in January. She's only home for a couple of weeks and there are so many people to see and so much stuff to catch up on that I'm psyched that she found time to hang out. Thank god I can sleep in on Friday...I have a feeling tomorrow night might run a little late. Nothing wrong with that though.
Tomorrow I also officially become a Pampered Chef Kitchen Consultant. I'm looking forward to it. I get to go to people's houses, demonstrate a few products, cook up some stuff, etc... I'm hoping I don't have too tough of a time finding people to host parties. They are legitimately good products though, so I think that if people will give it a chance they'll be happy with the experience. And even if you don't buy anything it's cool to just come, hang out, drink a little wine and eat whatever we make. Now I just convince people. |
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[Aug. 2nd, 2004|10:01 am] |
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So the wedding went well. They managed to change our reservation form a 4 bedroom to a three bedroom, so that took care of the problem with Rizzo backing out. The 9 hour ride sucked, but we left at 5:30 AM, so we still go to Peek n' Peak at a decent hour. We did make one stop on the way for beer. It turns out Findley Lake is a dry town, so we had to go to French Creek, which is technically the next town over, but is only 5 minutes from the resort. The one and only place to buy liquor in this place is the French Creek Tavern/grocery/clothing/sporting goods store. This was my first time in a store where soup is in the same aisle as construction boots and pickled pigs feet are across from the rack with animal urine for hunters to attract deer. Seriously. I saw my first Amish People. They seemed nice, but god knows what they thought of us walking out with 5 thirty packs and two cases.
So after our jaunt to French Creek, we finally made it to Findley Lake. Our condo was gorgeous, as was the entire resort. A half hour after arriving we were cracking a coupe of coldies with our feet in the pool - not a bad way to start the weekend. When the sun started to fade, the guys and Kara stayed and played horsehoes while Bea and I went back to the house for a long overdue conversation about my issues with her. She actually surprised me with her responses and gave me a lot to think about. That night we met up with a bunch of other Weymouth people and went for drinks in the pub, which was pretty much the only restaurant or bar for miles. It was ok, but the service was terrible and it took forever to get a drink, so we headed back to the condo with a few other people. At this point I took my favorite picture of the weekend:
Don't Mike and Mark C. just look so in love? Maybe I should be worried?
The guys played a Texas Hold 'Em and Kara and I sat and watched in secret from the balcony overlooking the living room, but eventually I got tired and I couldn't bear to listen to their annoying friend Rando anymore, so I just went to bed.
Friday was a blah day. It was rainy and crappy and I had no motivation to do anything. Mike and Ritchie played what according to them was the best golf course they'd ever seen. And boy did they get treated. They were golfing with the owner of the resort, who happens to be good friends with Marley's parents, and everything from the greens fee to their lunch and drinks were comped. Nice deal. I napped while they golfed and pretty much didn't do anything until it was time to get ready to go out. We had a few in the room and then met up with the wedding party, who were just finishing the rehearsal dinner, in the pub.
Once again, it got old quick and we came back to our place. However this time one girl came back with her boyfriend and she wasn't very friendly to us. Me, Kara and Bea tried to be friendly with her, but after a while we decided it wasn't worth the effort and pretty much separated ourselves and became catty little bitches. We talked about her in hushed voices, which I guess in our drunken state weren't very hushed. She supposedly got uncomfortable and left because of us, but I don't think we were that bad. The guys got all mad at us, but I wanted nothing to do with it, so I told Mike to fuck off and I went to bed. It couldn't have been that bad, cuz by the next morning all was forgiven. The girl sat behind us in church and smiled, so I think the guys were full of shit.
Saturday was the big day. First, the ceremony in Erie, PA. Then back to Peek n' Peak for the reception. Holy shit did they spend bucks on this wedding! It was easily the most elaborate event I have ever been to! From the silk napkins to the three piece centerpieces (which included flowers, candles and fighting fish) to the exquisite food and open bar, this thing was amazing. And we all had a wonderful time. Usually I find fault with something, but they did everything perfect. I learned a lot about what I would want for my own wedding. It was along night though, and after the reception us girls returned to the condo where we hung for an hour and promptly all fell asleep. Apparently the guys came back with a group at around midnight, but I slept right through that.
All in all it was a great trip, and I'm looking forward to doing something similar again. Skiing maybe????????? |
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[Jul. 28th, 2004|10:23 am] |
Have you ever been so aggravated that you want to cry?
I don't know what I'm feeling. I can't figure out if I'm frustrated, angry, worried or just overreacting. I know I'm probably overreacting a little. I have a tendency to blow things out of proportion and to worry too much. I'm at the point though where a part of me doesn't even want to go to this wedding. Here's why:
Gift: $75.00
Hotel: $171.50
Van: $80.00
That's over $325 just for me and another $325 for Mike. And that's before we eat, drink or put any gas in the stupid van that probably gets twelve fucking miles per gallon. And let's not forget the $75 greens fee for Mike to golf on Friday. Plus Mike may cover for part of the $225 that Rizzo owes but refuses to pay now that he backed out of the house we rented. I haven't even left yet and I want to go home. I need a valium.
Today is my mom's birthday. That means dinner at my house tonight. Hopefully I can cut out and finish packing early. That five AM start time is gonna come up pretty quickly. |
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[Jul. 27th, 2004|12:31 pm] |
Planning things can be such a pain in the ass. I am looking forward to this wedding, but the panning part sucks. One of the people who had committed to sharing the house with us has backed out with less than 7 days notice, leaving us with a $250 deficit. Ass hole. And we're taking a van, so I have to sit for 8 and a half hours with superskank. They have horseback riding in New York, I may put her on a horse and spank it's ass so it takes off with her on it. I should at least put Nyquil in her soda Thursday morning so she'll sleep through the whole car trip. "Oh, it's cherry Coke". Ok, I'm done bitching. It'll be fun; I get to wear my sexy Via Spigas that I've been waiting to wear for months. yay!!
Mike went to the doctors this morning and they can't be sure if he caught lyme disease, but they said the blood test takes too long to process so they put him on antibiotics anyway. Better safe than sorry. He's concerned that he can't take antibiotics and drink, but I don't think that it's a problem.
I'm reading a book and the main character is talking about how many Americans are in favor of rehab for mentally ill criminals and the insanity defense, but that if a violent crime were to happen to someone close to us, as victims we would likely want to give the perpetrator the death penalty. I like the way he puts it: Together, as a society, we can aspire to act like christ or Ghandi. Left alone, most of us would act more like the terminator.. Oh, yeah, that's me, the terminator.
I'll be back. |
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[Jul. 26th, 2004|08:11 am] |
Canoeing was fun. I wish it didn't rain on Friday, but I guess it could have been worse. We got to the site at around 10:30 Thursday night and promptly got shitfaced. Mike played beirut, funneled beer and did shots of god knows what, then puked and went to bed. Knowing I had to get up in the morning and that I was already pretty drunk, I did the smart thing and went to bed with him.
Friday morning we were on the river by 10:30. I had forgotten to take dramamine and was feeling shitty by a couple of hours into the trip, but I took a nap for about an hour and woke up feeling much better. Unfortunately, by the time we beached the thunder was rolling and the rain started coming down in buckets as soon as we got our tent up. I was able to get the sleeping stuff and our clothes into the tent, but everything else got soaked. Being the wuss that I am, I hid in the tent until the rain started to let up a little. Mike stayed out and helped other people put up their tents, but as soon as he came in, he changed his shitfaced self into clean clothes and passed out. At 6:00. I managed to eat a little dinner and stay up until 8. I just wasn't in the mood for partying in the rain.
Saturday was a gorgeous day. We got onto the river early and tied all 11 of our canoes together so nobody really had to paddle, we just floated down the river, letting the current carry us.
The drinking started early. Mike was doing funnels at 11 AM.
Immediately after the funnel came shots of Jagermesiter. I was smart, I didn't funnel and I didn't do any shots, but between the beer and wine, I was pretty drunk by the time we beached. Fortunately, this time we didn't have to worry about the rain. We ate, drank and hung out under clear blue skies. But that shit wears me out, and when Mike needed to pass out at around 8:00, I was just tired enough to go with him. I did stay up long enough to watch the fireworks display that Chris let off, and it was worth staying up for. But after that, I was out cold. It was just as well, because we woke up at 7:30 after a great night sleep and began paddling back to our car. Once again, it was a gorgeous day.
We got back to our car by 10 and made it to Newton wellesley Hospital to visit my mom (who had been admitted Thursday night right after I left) by 12:30. She's doing better and comes home this afternoon, thank god.
So while the rain sucked, it was definitely a great trip and I would do it again in a heartbeat. |
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[Jul. 22nd, 2004|09:17 am] |
I am in one hell of a good mood. It may have something to do with the cinnamon coffee. But it may have more ot do with the fact that the Boston Globe Employee Association finally signed a contract. This means that I will be receiving a retro check for the time I worked at the Globe on an expired contract. It's only $243, but it's $243 that I wasn't expecting.
I was in a good mood before I found out about that though. I love my new Nina Gordon CD and I listened to it all the way in this morning. Usually I listen to sports radio, but with the way that the Sox lost last night, I just couldn't bear to hear Dennis and Callahan rehash that miserable display of a game. They better win at least one of today's games. Speaking of today's games, I get to leave early so as not to get caught in game day traffic. Ah, the joys of working next to Fenway Park. This works out perfect since I still have some last minute things left to do before leaving for Maine this afternoon. I still haven't been to the liquor store, the most important trip of all. |
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[Jul. 20th, 2004|08:33 am] |
I think I'm the only one that still works here. I'm the only one who's ever her. It's weird. I have been alone in the office for two weeks.
Anyway, the last week has been good. Wednesday we went to the Brew as planned for Mike's birthday. We sang the birthday song while Mike blew out the candles on an extra large peanut butter cup. The bartender brought him a shot every half hour. Needless to say, Mike had a good time, which was the whole point. Quote of the night: "Maybe that could be arranged." Dumbass.
Thursday I did practically nothing all day except for a dentist appointment. My mouth still hurts. Ouch. And then to Lori's candle party that night. The stuff was nice, but all the bitch kept talking about is how we should work for PatyLite. Not interested, shut the fuck up. Bimbo.
Friday I went to Bridgewater to pay a parking ticket from Mike's BSC days and then to lunch with Doreen, Jonathan and Doreen's mother Ellie. The food at that relatively new Thai place in Canton center was pretty good. I'd go back. I met up with Kara and Shannon at Lori's house and we headed to an evening of drunken behavior in Hull. All I have to say is "Cawwwww". Yeah, we had a thing for bird noises that night. I'd show the pictures, but each one is embarrassing for someone. Lori got a lap dance, Shannon laid down in the street, Kara straddled someone on the lawn. Kara and Shannon got driven back to Jacqui's by a state trooper. I was good by comparison. Either that or I mentally blocked out my bad behavior.
Saturday we were on the beach by 10 AM. We went for a walk down the beach and saw an old friend fo my mom's playing frisbee with a Coor's Light at 10:45. And my mom thinks I'm an alcoholic? After hours of sunning, I showered and changed at Jacqui's and met Mike for his post-golf tournament party. It was fun, except I was the only girlfriend. Oh, there were lot's of women, but they were all wives. This is when you know you're getting old. We stayed there for a while and then went to Rory's, but I could not be there for long or I was gonna end up in a fight with that zipper pulling skankho. I hope she chokes on one of the many dicks she sucks before the wedding next week. I cannot be in a car with her for eight hours. Fucking cum guzzling gutter slut. What's worse is that Mike wants me to make up with her because me not liking her is making his life difficult. Poor baby. i'll talk to Rory about it, but I'm not making any promises. If some guy tried to unzip my pants Mike would have decked him. So why should I be friendly?
Anyway, so I couldn't deal with being near her and her slutbag friends, so we went home early. Then had a lazy day Sunday. I'm glad I got some time to relax because I have a feeling I'm not going to feel relaxed after this weekend. Canoeing sounds peaceful, but I think we only canoe for a few hours a day and spend the rest of the time, setting up, breaking down, packing up and drinking. We'll see. I'm sure it will be a great time, I just don't know how relaxing it will be. |
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[Jul. 14th, 2004|10:14 am] |
I am so happy that I decided to take tomorrow off. Today is my baby's birthday and now I can go celebrate with him without worrying about waking up in the morning. Yup, Mike is now the ripe old age of 27. So for the next 6 months he can't get the pleasure of saying "I'm 26 and she's 27...". He loves saying that he's dating an older woman. Except I'm only 6 months older so it doesn't really count.
So tonight I'm taking him to Ascari for dinner and then we'll go to the Brew House for drinks. I've tried to get a bunch of people to come. He's not expecting it to be busy because it's a Wednesday, so hopefully a decent crowd will show and he'll be pleasantly surprised. And then I get to sleep late tomorrow. Sweet. I have nothing to do tomorrow except bake for Lori's candle party and go to the dentist. Then Friday off too and I have nothing planned until that night. Maybe it will be nice and I can get some sun. I'm hoping. I need to be rested up to go out with Lori and Shannon that night.
Ok, I'm ready to get out of here now. Too bad I have 6 1/2 hours left:( |
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| The best news ever |
[Jul. 13th, 2004|06:22 am] |
Kara asked me to be in her and Ritchie's wedding!! I am so excited. I've never been in a wedding before. And I'm so flattered to be asked. Apparently Mike's known about this since Patriot's Day, but they waited because they were worried about Erica feeling slighted. I don't know how Kara of all people was able to keep it a secret.
Yippee!!!!!!! |
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[Jul. 12th, 2004|07:25 am] |
Finally, a weekend where I didn't have a million and one things to do. Friday night, drinks at Shannon's and then the Brew House. That skankhoe B was there, but it was otherwise a great night. Saturday, sleeping late then to Nantasket beach with Mike, Lori, Shannon and the nieces. They hate when I call them that, but it's way easier than trying to spell their names correctly (which I am apparently very bad at). We saw Avi and Heidi there, but only for a few minutes. Saturday night at the Brew, but i was wiped out from the sun and was home well before midnight. Yesterday laid out by the pool for most of the day and then went to Mike's for his birthday dinner. Again, home early and got a good night's sleep.
But man, I did NOT want to get up this morning. I would definitely still rather be in bed. I forgot my work keys this morning and had to break into the office with a used NYC metro card I had in my wallet. Who knew that thing would have so many uses? Tracy and Ro have today off, Scotty is on vacation and Stacy is in Framingham, so the office will be dead quiet today. Maybe I'll try and shoot out early. A nap sounds like a great idea. |
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