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.