2012 in review

This year went by fast. I think I always say that but the older I get the truer that statement seems to be.

2012 was a pretty good year. I'd like to share my favorite things of 2012.

+ The Hunger Games movie. Waiting for that movie to come out was torture. It was like movie Christmas. I was very happy with the movie adaptation.

+My boyfriend not being scared off when I told him that I had shingles on my butt during our first date. I don't know what's wrong with me. Why would I say this? I think the direct quote was something like "I haven't been able to wear pants for over a week because I have shingles on my butt. Don't worry, I'm not contagious anymore."

+Two trips to Newport RI. Once with my brother and his family and once with Derek. That was pretty much my only real "vacation" this year. Hopefully a cruise will be happening in 2013.

+Seeing Our Lady Peace and AWOLNATION live. I need more live music in my life in 2013.

+The Killing Type by Amanda Palmer and the Grand Theft Orchestra.


+Getting an e-reader! I love books. I love reading. I currently have stacks of books all over my apartment because I don't have enough space to put them all. Now I can download books to my e-reader and read all the live long day while petting it mumbling "my precioussssssssssss".

There were a few things that weren't so great in 2012. Getting shingles on my butt would be pretty much up at the top of the list, but over all it was a good year.

2013 will be a great year. No more election crap guys! I'm so happy that's done.

The strangest thing

Today while walking in the T station I see a man playing a guitar for money. He's actually pretty good.

I then notice a leg swinging through the air to my right. I see a man doing slow motion karate moves to the music.

The strangest thing was not slow motion karate man but the fact that I wasn't surprised by this.

SunnyD or Sunny Death

You know what I really want right now this very moment? Sunny Delight. That delicious fake orange juice is calling my name. Alas I cannot partake unless I want to feel like I'm dying. I'm pretty sure breathing gives me heartburn.

So please go out and enjoy it for me. Don't get real orange juice. It's just not the same.

And especially do not get the orange juice with pulp. That is just gross and something I can't wrap my head around. Who wants stringy stuff in their drink?

Pulp free for lyf.

I miss you SunnyD

My subconscious is telling me leg warmers

I dreamed last night that I was at a craft fair and this woman kept buying all the sparkly leg warmers. I was very upset because I wanted the sparkly leg warmers.

So now I'm wondering if I need to buy a pair of sparkly leg warmers to satisfy some unfulfilled need. My legs do get cold and I was pretty mad in my dream that there were no leg warmers left.

The Christmas pickle in the candle tree

A few pics from Christmas.

I stuffed my face and found the Christmas pickle which was not on the real tree.

Derek gave me the necklace you see in the picture above. I love it. He also gave me a kindle! (which I knew about).

We ate around 5 so when we got back to Derek's we continued the face stuffing and ordered Chinese food. We then watched some Netflix and passed out. I had to wake up at 6 a.m. to get back home and feed the cats before I went to work. Derek got to sleep in as he was smart enough to take the day off.

Not having a car and not living together is a real pain. Walking to the T while it's still dark and while half asleep is a blast. I'm pretty sure I saw my former roommate Todd walking his dog on the way to the T but it was too much effort to call out and find out if it was him. Plus I'm sure the people sleeping appreciated me not yelling at 6 a.m.

I've had too much good food lately so now I don't want to eat any of my boring food that I have at home. My taste buds have been spoiled. Does this happen to anyone else?

I hope everyone had a happy holiday. I'm so ready for New Years, once I find a dress to wear.

Christmas Eve 1991 style

Happy Christmas Eve everyone. I'm eating Velveeta mac and cheese and cookies while watching Law and Order reruns.

I remember being so excited about Christmas when I was younger. I would get butterflies in my stomach and think there was no way I'd be able to fall asleep. My brother and I would drag my mother out of bed at 6 a.m. because we couldn't wait. Sorry about that mom. Christmas is not the same as an adult. You enjoy it in a different way I suppose. Now I get excited and can't sleep when I'm going on vacation.      

Here's my brother and I Christmas morning 1991. Check out my crimped hair.

                                                                                                      

50 Shades of Santa

I haven't blogged since Tuesday? Wow, that is very unlike me. I'm a chatter box via the internets and in real life.

I've been busy with holiday things. There's a ton of white chocolate for me to eat. A TON.

People seem to remember that I can't eat regular chocolate (I wish I could) so I'm usually gifted lots of white chocolate, which I can eat. I think I'm getting tired of sweets though. I like a few cookies and candies here and there but in general I'm more of a salty snack kind of gal. I could eat chips all day every day - cookies I could not.

Other things people have given me - books on crafting with cat hair.??!! Anyone want a finger puppet made of cat fur? I only have black and white to work with though. And this cat sniffing the puppet. That is what a cat would do with a cat fur puppet. They'd just want to like it and sniff it because cats are weird. Not as weird as the person who wrote this book though.

Our office holiday party was a lunch at Top of the Hub. The views are amazing up there. It's hard to see if you're not looking for it but Fenway Park is in the middle there (middle and to the right).

All the assistants got their picture taken with pervert Santa. Poor Susan. Santa asked her what she wants for Christmas and she replied "a book". Santa's response? "Do you have 50 Shades of Grey?"

My blog was mentioned in the yearly poem. Every year my boss writes a poem that includes everyone in the office and talks about funny things that have happened during the year. When my turn came in the poem he mentioned my blog. You should have seen my face. I was not expecting that. I don't think he even knows the address of this blog, just that I have one. Let's keep it that way.

Now to start spending my gift cards.

Floor party

Our floor party yesterday really fun. There are a few other businesses on our floor and it's a nice way to get to meet your work neighbors.

Toothbrush lady was not in attendance.

I do have a weird bathroom story for you though. Around 7.30 (p.m.) Susan went to the ladies room. She came out with a weird look on her face and told me there was a woman sleeping on the little couch in the ladies room. Of course I had to investigate.

I open the ladies room door and the woman looks at me and smiles from the couch. I awkward smile back and then close the door. I'm not sure if she was a cleaning woman or what. Very weird.

Even though it was raining I forgot my umbrella at work and got pretty wet walking back from the T. It wasn't too cold though so I didn't really mind. Although I might have been warm from the wine....

The little Artful Dodger

A few more pictures from this weekend for you.

Princess Grandma on duty.

My nephew is a regular old Artful Dodger stealing wallets. "You've got to pick a pocket or two."

This was probably picture number four. I'm picky about how I look in pictures. I finally gave up and this was the result. We didn't mean to wear the same color shirt. It just happened.

My sister-in-law and bro being all married and stuff.

God I wish they lived here or I lived there. I love Boston and don't want to leave but not having to deal with winter sounds nice. Looks like I'll just have to visit my brother when I get sick of winter. By March I'm so done I want to rip my hair out.

This past weekend has been stuff yo face fest 2012. This week is not looking any better. Tonight is our work floor party and then Thursday our company party. Time to start working out again. Bring on the holiday parties!

The family that photo bombs together stays together.

I'm going to miss my photo bombing brother when he goes back home.

Fog cutter.

It's like delicious adult juice.

Golden Temple makes you feel like you're in some sort of space ship - a space ship full of delicious Chinese food.

You're real cool.

On the way home from AWOLNATION (which was awesome btw) some bratty 18 year old was bragging about how he got kicked out of the show. He then saw the band in the alley outside the venue and got all of their autographs.

Yea you're real cool getting kicked out of a concert. I really loved your AWOLNATION bracelets made out of alphabet beads.

It's all good though. I didn't get to meet the band but I sang and danced and had a good time.

me me me me ME

My mother called me at work yesterday all worked up.

"Did you see what's happening on facebook?"

"No mom, what's gong on?"

"Well Sean posted that he was coming home for a visit and everyone wants him to go visit them."

At first I didn't understand why she was annoyed by this but then I looked on facebook and could see why.  There were all of these comments along the lines of "I'm not working Monday, you can come visit me then". No one offered to go to him or asked what his plans were they just took it upon themselves to tell him when it's convenient for them.

My brother and his wife have an 11th month old. Did anyone think that maybe they don't want to be driving all over Massachusetts with an infant?

I understand that people want to see him while he's up here but there's no way he can get to see everyone in a week, especially when he's expected to make the trip to them. It also doesn't help that my brother said yes to everyone.

My mother sent an email to my brother reminding him that he's not going to have time to see everyone. Even when your 26 you're never too old to get a friendly mom reminder.

I would like to mention that my mother has not gotten everyone on facebook to refer to her as princess grammie. I'm use to calling her most beautiful and wondrous mother (at her request) so it's a bit of an adjustment.

AWOLNATION excitement

I'm so excited for two reasons.

One, my brother and his family arrive tomorrow from Florida to visit. I haven't seen them since March.

Two, Derek bought surprise tickets to see AWOLNATION on Wednesday. I have been listening to their album non stop so I thought maybe I should do a little review.

If you recognize AWOLNATION it's probably for the song Sail. The beat kills it and I really like the music video.

The first thing I noticed when I listened to this album is that most of the songs don't sound like Sail. I love the other songs though so this is not a problem. I didn't even realize who the lead singer was until I heard a few other songs.

Oh you use to be in Under the Influence of Giants, well that's cool because I use to listen to UTOG.


His hair is much better now.

My new favorite song by AWOLNATION though is Burn it down. I mean it has a mermaid, ninjas - it's awesome.


The other songs I really like on this album:

Track 3: Soul Wars
Track 4: People
Track 5: Jump on my Shoulders
Track 6: Burn it Down
Track 7: Guilty Filthy Soul
Track 10: Sail
Track 12: Not Your Fault
Track 15: Shoestrings

So as you can see I like most of the songs. I can't wait for Wednesday's show!

Catnip bubbles is a real thing.

Nugs sent me the cats a Christmas present.

Catnip bubbles!

They could smell it but I don't think they knew what to make of the bubbles. They were confused and probably high.

The aftermath. Right after this picture was taken Mr. Binx (on the left) kicked Bosco in the face. I'm not kidding

One of us is winning at life.

Jay Z has a 5 million dollar watch.

I have a sore throat and leftover pizza.

One of us is winning at life. I'll let you decide.

I've been drinking lots of tea with honey and when I'm sick of tea I just squeeze the honey right into my mouth. I can't be bothered with spoons right now.

#Bostonbloggers meetup. I would be the one with no makeup and wet shoes.

Last night was my third Boston Bloggers meetup. It was fun times. I always get a little nervous going into these meetups which is silly because everyone is nice and we all have something to talk about. Blogging. These are my people. They get it.

I always intend on looking nice for these meetups because people dress up and look put together. There are a lot of fashion bloggers and when I introduce myself to a fashion blogger who looks all cute I feel like I have to explain that I just came from work and I don't always look like crap, sometimes I clean up real nice. It had also rained so my hair wasn't looking so good and my shoes were wet. I didn't explain that, that would be a little much.

You've inspired me fashion bloggers, not to blog my outfits but to wear something nice to the next meetup. You wouldn't want to see my outfit everyday.

I also spoke to my neighbors who I met at the last meetup and live in my building. Turns out the person who was tampering with the bikes in the basement was this kid that runs wild in our building. I came out into the hall one day and he's spraying WD-40 all over the floor.  He's probably about 8 years old and his parents just give him tools and let him do whatever he wants. When I asked him why he was spraying WD-40 on the floor he told me it was water, it was fine. Oh ok! We haven't seen him in the halls as much. Maybe his parents actually punished him?

Now to check out all these new blogs. I feel like I should do a post of some of my favorite Boston bloggers.

This is not offensive.

This is just ridiculous. If you don't want to click over, the RMV in Braintree took down their Christmas decorations after one person complained that it was "offensive" to only have decorations up for one holiday.

You might think it was a manger or something else that has religious meaning but no, it was a tree and some Santa decorations hanging on a wall. As someone who actually went to CCD I can tell you that nowhere in the bible does it say "and then Jesus was born and they decorated a pine tree with lights and angels. Then Santa came and left Jesus a wooden toy hand craft by tiny elves."

I don't consider Christmas trees or Santa religious. In fact I know a few people who are Jewish and put up a tree and decorate it because it's fun. Santa and trees have nothing to do with Jesus. And if I walked into the RMV and saw a Menorah. I wouldn't care. You know why? Because it doesn't change my life. It's not forcing someone else's beliefs on me. So get over yourself and focus that negativity towards something that actually deserves it.

Good friends and good fries.

I had a very fun Saturday night filled with good beer and good friends. And let's not forget the truffle fries. I do love my truffle fries.

Derek met my cousin Alexis' fiancé. I overheard Kevin say "let me tell you a thing or two about dating a Stanton woman." All good things right?

Sad the weekend is over but it can't be party time USA followed by lazy Sunday all the time.

I don't like Christmas music.

It's confession time.

I don't like Christmas music.

The same songs every year played for 25 days straight. I'm over it. The only time I'm ok with Christmas music is Christmas Eve and Christmas Day. Maybe if I only heard these songs for two days rather than 25 I'd be more into it.

If you think I'm the Grinch, there are many other things that get me in the Christmas mood.

Christmas lights
Christmas trees
Eggnog
Presents (who doesn't like presents! This is my favorite part of Christmas)
Food and stuffing my face with food.
Christmas cookies
Snow (if only it would stop after January 1. After that I am very much done with snow)

See? Look at all of those Christmas things I like.

I still can't believe it's already December. It was snowing this morning. It wasn't sticking much but this is only the beginning. We got off easy last year. It's only a matter of time until I'm sliding backwards down a sidewalk while the snow bitch slaps me in the face.

Coming home.

My brother's coming home in two weeks. We've been waiting to see if his leave got approved and it did!

My little baby nephew is getting so big. He's crawling and will probably be walking soon. I just want to squish his cute little face and I get to in two weeks. There will be so many pictures and videos I'm sure my camera will explode.

I hate that my brother lives out of state but I'm so proud of the path he chose. I am not made for military life. I would cry five minutes into boot camp and that's not an exaggeration. I'm good with my 9-5 office job thank you very much.

I can't believe it's almost December. I've bought a ton of stuff but only two things are actually gifts for other people. This is why I'm bad at Christmas shopping - one for you and three for me. Now that we're celebrating Christmas early this year I better get on that.

What's this?

I thought my elbow felt a little breezy this morning.

Freeunion

I left out a part of my weekend. I'm sorry guys. I know you live for my blog updates.

Saturday night was my 10 year high school reunion. I didn't go. The ticket was $75 and I had no desire to pay that much to see people that I have no desire to talk to. Germana then had the brilliant idea to have free reunion or FREEUNION. We picked a bar in our home town and invited everyone that we were friends on facebook who graduated with us.

We picked Friday night so we weren't competing with the actual reunion. We had a nice group of people and reminisced about our house masters and eating french fries and cookies for lunch. Our school lunches were the best. Oh, would you like to ladle your own cheese on your mac and cheese? Why yes I would.

It was fun, it was free (besides paying for drinks and food) and now I feel old.

I swiped this picture of Germana and I from her facebook at the FREEUNION.

Thoughts on Skyfall

I saw Skyfall this weekend. It was what you would expect from a Bond movie. Javier Bardem is really good at playing a bad guy (see No Country for Old Men). The sexy lady love interest in this movie was pretty lame. Bond meets her and then later that night just casually slips into the shower while she's in there. Um what? Oh yea I just met you and didn't even know that you were on my boat but please come in the shower with me. Even Derek was like what the heck was that? And he's a dude.

I ate a whole medium pop corn by myself. I decided to continue the Thanksgiving gluttony all weekend.

I have my stretchy pants on. I'm going to destroy some Turkey Day leftovers. Care to join me?

Thanksgiving on the Cape

Derek's parents live on the Cape so after our Thanksgiving dinner we took a little walk on the beach. I love the cape. I love white sand that looks like snow. I love food. It was a good day.

Jesus is Jesus and I like presents.

Ok I admit I've got the holiday spirit. Thanksgiving is tomorrow and after that it's full steam ahead to Christmas and then New Years and then I cry until spring because it's cold and there's no more feasting days and presents.

You know what really got me in the holiday mood? Derek telling me he already got my Christmas present. If presents don't get you in the Christmas spirit than I don't know what will. Oh, maybe baby Jesus.....Do you ever wonder if Jesus gets pissed that he never gets the presents for his birthday? I'd be pissed. Everyone else gets presents to celebrate your birth but you get a pray. I guess that's why Jesus is Jesus and I'm not, because I would so care about that. I'm also not a carpenter and my crib wasn't a manger if you needed any more proof of me not being Jesus.

I'm not good at waiting for presents. I always want them NOW. At least I won't search for them anymore. When I was a kid I would try to find my Christmas presents. My mom was smart though and hid most of them in the trunk of her car. I never thought to look in the trunk of the car? I always looked in the closets or under the beds.

My mother would also put a note on our tree from Santa saying that we won the best decorated tree in the world award. We were so proud. Number 1 in the world is a big deal.

Look at me getting all wrapped up in Christmas memories when it's still November. This blog is just as bad as the malls.

I hope all of you have a good Thanksgiving and if you're going shopping on black Friday you are absolutely out of your mind. But if you are out and see anything that just screams GINNY please feel free to get it for me.

So ready to stuff my face.

I really love Thanksgiving. Who doesn't like a short work week and stuffing your face? Crazy people that's who.

I'm going to Derek's parent's house for Thanksgiving. In my 28 years of existence I've never been to a boyfriend's family's home for Thanksgiving. I feel like a real live adult now! I rented a zipcar for the journey. I miss having my own car but there's no point in buying a new car in Boston in the winter. It will just be buried under snow until spring.

I'd like to share with you my favorite foods from Thanksgiving:

stuffing
mashed potatoes
rolls (with butter of course)
squash
turnip (I'm weird. Love me some turnip)
green bean casserole
pumpkin pie

Turkey is kind of last on my list. I'll eat turkey and like turkey but I'm more of a sides gal. Let's not forget pouring gravy on everything - well except the pumpkin pie, but if that floats your gravy boat go for it.

Six months.

We plan on having a nice dinner sometime this week since our six months landed on a Sunday.

Derek didn't know that there's a list of what you're suppose to get your spouse on anniversaries. I've always found this list hilarious. Year 7 looks like a bast. Who doesn't want copper and wool for a gift?

I told Derek that after six months of dating you get a toothpick or "tiny wood". Happy six months!

Just like old times.

Friday night pizza and beer with two of my old roommates. I hadn't been to Newtowne in years. Pizza and pitcher deals are the best.

Tonight is Chinese takeout and watching Walking Dead and American Horror Story. Both shows are really bringing it this season.

Toothbrush lady and other office bathroom weirdness.

Our office shares a bathroom with the other businesses on our floor. There are a few ladies who have some strange and/or gross bathroom habits.

Toothbrush lady. I don't know her name but I do know which company she works for. She brushes her teeth like a beast. There's toothpaste all over the sink and on the mirror. I'm all for good dental hygiene but she's going to have no teeth left to brush soon. And maybe she could wipe the mirror and the sink down?

Toothbrush lady also likes to take paper towels to line the toilet seat. I don't think she realizes that paper towels clog up plumbing. I'm tempted to leave a sign because I feel bad for the cleaning people.

Then there are the ladies who don't wash their hands. I'm right there, and I see you coming out of the stall and then skipping the sink and leaving. I try to use my forearm to open the bathroom door.

The ladies in my office are clean and wash their hands and we all know who toothbrush lady is. We like to warn each other when we return from the bathroom.

"The sink is covered in toothpaste and the toilet in the first stall is clogged again."

Well now you've really set me off. A mini Fifty Shades rant.

I'm reading Fifty Shades Darker. I'm trying to finish what I started but it's hard. It's so hard because the writing is still so bad. People have told me that it improves as the series continues. I have not seen that improvement. At least when I finish no one can say "well you haven't read the whole series so you can't say that it's bad".

At the very least it makes good blog fodder.

So what has set me off in Fifty Shades Darker?

Is it that fact that Ana pretty much stops eating after leaving Christian? That did annoy me but not as much as this.

  My inner goddess is doing a triple axel dismount off the uneven bars.

If you're a girl and you don't know that a triple axel is figure skating and the uneven bars is gymnastics I am revoking your right to have lady parts.

Who is EL James' editor? Did you even read this thing?

I looked in the front of the book to see if it says who the editor is and discovered this little treat:

The author published an earlier serialized version of this story online with different characters as "Master of the Universe" under the pseudonym Snowqueen's Icedragon.

I needed a good laugh. Some Snowqueen. She doesn't even know what a triple axel is.

I don't care if someone enjoys this series. I've read some books of questionable quality, but please stop saying the writing in this series is good. It's not. It's written by a Twlight fan girl woman, who wrote a series based on someone else's idea.

I have a feeling this book will be flying across the room very soon, much like when I read the c-section by vampire teeth scene in the last Twilight book.

5 a.m. pants.

I woke up this morning at 5 a.m. and couldn't sleep so I ordered some pants. I'm sure that magical money tree will start sprouting real soon so I can continue buying things. The elf told me the magic beans were real!

Trivia two nights in a row. One night was just Derek and I because we needed steak and cheese and the best steak and cheese just happens to be at Battery Park which just happened to have trivia. Our team name was the 1912 Titanic Swim Team. We lost so we might need a luckier team name.

Second night of trivia was with some of my co-workers and with Derek of course. Too many sports questions. I hate sports questions and it's never a question about gymnastics or figure skating, something I might know! Once again we lost but there were waffle fries so I call the a WIN.

My diet has been awesome lately. Better today though. Less cheese.

Tonight I'm doing laundry and scrubbing my kitchen floor Cinderella style because you need to get on your hands and knees to scrub your floor that's older than the Titanic. Fun fact, a plumber told me my toilet is about 75 years old. I'm living history guys!

I will end this rambling blog post with a video of my cats. I bought two new cardboard scratchers and they went a little nuts. Bosco is on the left Mr. Binx is on the right.

Today is not a pants day.

It's going to be in the 60s today in Boston. We probably won't see that again for about 5 months so I'm wearing a dress. Most people have today off for Veterans Day but I'm working. We get the day after Thanksgiving off instead. I'd rather have that day off to recover from my food coma.

Since it's Veterans Day I want to thank my grandfather (WWII Navy), my brother (Air Force) and my sister in law (formerly Air Force, now a stay at home mom), and all current and past service members for serving our country. I could never do it. I wouldn't make it past boot camp so I'm thankful that you do!

Found at the bookstore.

I found my biography at the Brookline Booksmith.

And then I found my portrait.

It was also nice enough out to not wear a coat. What a good day!

The pickle conspiracy continues.

I was walking to the T stop Friday morning when I came across this. A broken jar of pickles on the ground.

The universe is reading my blog and having a good old hearty chuckle. (click here for my original pickle post)

Pickles from a jar just look gross. They're practically neon. I actually would not have eaten these pickles anyways but still. It made me want a good pickle.

Ah but then I arrived to work and was greeted to a giant container of pickles in the fridge brought in buy my boss for everyone to eat.

And eat I did. Now this is a REAL pickle. It was delicious. I forgive you universe for your lol jokes. You were nice to me in the end.

You don't expect to see that.

I really couldn't come up with a good post title. But what I saw today is something you never really expect to see.

A guy jumped off the building across the street from my work. I didn't see it happen but I did see the body on the ground. Looking out our office window you could see everything. They had a sheet over his body but his hands and feet were sticking out. The wind kept blowing the sheet around.

You wonder what makes someone do that. It's really sad and I can't imagine a good way to go. I mean is there really a good way to go with suicide? When they removed the body the lower part of his body was completely twisted around the wrong way. I know it's morbid that I watched this but at this point you've already seen it. It's hard to look away.

Whoever you were. I hope you know that everyone in our office was sad for you. I hope you're in a better place.

First snow and the olden days of the intetnets

First snow of the season. Most of it melted by the morning. It will probably be 70 next week because that's how mother nature rolls in New England. She rolls crazy and sometimes I wonder if she's drunk.

One positive about not having a car right now is no shoveling and no clearing my car off. Two things I dislike very much. When I'm old I'm moving to Florida. I can't even handle the cold weather now.

I'm currently reading about the "good old days" of early internet journals. I had a livejournal back in the day and I wish that I had kept in contact with some of people I knew through there. I think I had a blog at diaryland too. I learned html for that crap. I was dedicated.

To all the blogs I read now. Don't stop blogging! I'll be sad and when I'm old and all the youngsters are blogging with their eyeballs or some other weird crap I'll be like "I remember the good old days of blogger and wordpress and using your fingers to type" and then I'll be wondering whatever happened to you guys and then I'll forget what I was sad about because I'll be old and forgetful.

I think it's time to end this post before I get all teary eyed and start feeling old.

p.s. I think one of my old aim names was moonprincess. What?! My best aim name though was killerdustbunnies.

The great pickle mystery.

You know what's not fair? When you go out to eat and you get a sandwich or a burger and when your food arrives your boyfriend gets a pickle but you do not. I mean what the heck? I enjoy that pickle and lately every restaurant I go to steals that joy from me.

Derek thinks this is hilarious while I'm sitting here pickle deprived. He always gets his pickle. I'm starting to think this is a conspiracy. A pickle conspiracy!

The next time I don't get a pickle with my meal when it's suppose to have a pickle I'm going to take a stand. I'm going to say "waitress/waiter. I do believe my plate is missing a pickle." Or I'm stealing Derek's, but only if he laughs at my pickle-less plate.

Oh yea, I think there was an election of some sort but I've been distracted by not having a pickle. I have priorities.

Daylight savings is harsh.

This is what I woke up to today. Cat in the face. They don't seem to understand that we turned the clocks ahead so when they think it's time to get up IT'S TIME TO GET UP.

I hate daylight savings. It just screws me up. I'm sure I'm not alone in this.

I've been being quite the pain in the ass to Derek lately. I'm blaming it on the change of seasons.

Take this "fight" for example:

Derek: Do you even know why you're mad at me?
Me: ..........I don't know! But it must have been something good.

Wow. Really Ginny? I'm lucky he puts up with me. I would also like to mention that this was on the way home from a bar. I apologized the next day.

I recently discovered that Derek's background on his computer at home is pictures of me. How sweet is that? It seems that most of the pictures came from my blog so I better put my best face forward.

Enough of this blogging. I have to leave early for work since Comm Ave is going to be shut down for an Aerosmith show this afternoon. They're playing outside of their old apartment in Allston. I don't know how this is going to work but I'm going to avoid Comm Ave if at all possible.

Why do I even buy cat toys?

I don't know why I bother buying my cats actual cat toys because they like to make their own toys.

This would be Derek's "red neck" hat from Halloween. It was not on the floor but Bosco wanted it to be so he made it happen. He was flinging that hair all over the place.

Other things the cats like to play with:

dead leaves
any type of string
edamame
elastics (rubber bands)
q-tips (Bosco's favorite. He goes nuts)
paper
imaginary things that don't exist but they swear they see

I'm now adding red neck hat with fake hair from Halloween costume to the list.

Facebook once again being unintentionally hilarious.

Your dear blogger is a bit of an idiot. Remember when I said that I lost all of my channels except for the Spanish and shopping channels? Turns out that they mysteriously moved. Why or how I don't know, but once I scanned past all the Spanish soaps I found all the channels I thought I lost. Thank God because I need to watch reruns of Seinfeld before I go to bed. And if you think I'm being sarcastic, I'm not.

I'm happy to be back in tv watching bliss.

I'm also in musical bliss. I went on a little downloading binge. A little White Stripes a little Dashboard, ONE Maroon 5 song. I know, the shame. If you've never sang a Dashboard Confessional song at the top of your lungs you are really missing out.

I'm going to continue with the randomness of this blog post.

You know what I find hilarious? The fact that someone was talking about Virginia the state and it tags me on facebook. I'm like why am I tagged in this status update about a missing girl in Virginia? Oh, I get it ha ha. I knew that baby wasn't found in me.

Happy Friday everyone. Let's eat some bagels and get a little crazy.

Lil Weezy minus the whole rapping thing.

I'm convinced I have some sort of asthma or consumption. I'm going with consumption because I'm dramatic but also like to prepare for the worst.

I feel fine until it's time for bed. I lay down to sleep and the coughing fits start. Where have my 28 year old smoke free lungs gone? When I'm not coughing I'm wheezing. It's really quite sexy. Eventually I fall asleep but if I wake back up the whole coughing-wheezing thing starts up again.

I had the same problem this past winter and when I went to the doctor they told me it was probably some sort of allergy thing which is funny because I take so much antihistamine anyone within a square block of me should immediately stop sneezing. They gave me a script for an inhaler that cost me $60.00 and gave me heartburn. I'm not even kidding. The second I inhaled that thing my esophagus was like what the eff is this?!

I know the culprit is my apartment. It's ancient and accumulates dust like nothing I've ever seen. I had an air purifier but Bosco puked into it. There was no cleaning cat puke out of that so I tossed it. I'd like a refund on my $60.00 heartburn inhaler so I can buy a new air purifier.

One of my co-workers suggested I rub eucalyptus on my feet and put socks on and go to bed. I think I'm going to look into getting a new air purifier because knowing me I will kick off the socks in my sleep and end up with eucalyptus all over myself.

UPDATE: Last night was much better. Maybe it was that snake tonic I drank. Cures everything I hear.

Ceiling stars

In case you were wondering I made it through Sandy. My power flickered once or twice but didn't go out. I was really excited about the glow sticks so I decided to crack them anyways. I want a room full of glow sticks. A girl can dream.

Did anyone have those glow in the dark stars as a kid? I plastered my ceiling with them. I affixed them by jumping from my bed or other higher object and slamming them onto the ceiling with my hand. Who needs a ladder. Pfft.

Am I too old for glow in the dark stars?

Things that annoy me and have nothing to do with the rest of this post:

You're minding your own business reading an article on the internets and then BAM. You have this box that appears telling you that if you want to continue reading you need to like their page on facebook. What the heck?! No! No I will not like your facebook page. You are sneaky and rude. You could at least warn me at the beginning of the article, not halfway though!

I'm done. I'm AWAKE. Let's take this day by the hand and skip through a field.

Hurricane flashlight improv

The stores are all out of flashlights so I had to make due with the Halloween aisle. Glow sticks and battery operated candles. I probably should have got more glow sticks. The cats really like a good rave.

I do have a ton of yankee candles so if the power goes it will be a cinnamon-pine-fresh linen-cranberry scented rave.

The T shut down at 2 so I'm home and well prepared. Besides my Halloween aisle stash I have some bread for pb&j, some sunchips (harvest cheddar of course), cereal and granola bars.

I think I'm ready.