I mistakenly thought today was a bad day.

Wake up at 6:15 a.m. which is way too early for me. The birds were all chirping like "good morning! It's such a lovely birdie morning. CHIRP CHIRP!" I do not understand how they can sound so happy when it is so cold. Tell me your secrets birds, but later in the morning when I'm awake.

Get on the T and I get a seat because it's so early. Point to the good day column.

Arrive at my dentist's office at 7:30 and have teeth drilled. Annoyed at myself for making a dental appointment so early. Get into the office and realize I can't eat breakfast because I can't feel my face. This cancels out the seat on the T.

Lunch time comes and I can feel my face again! Time to stuff it with a FREE birthday burrito from Boloco. I order a gigantic summer burrito. One burrito point in the good day column.

Client calls at 5 and I stay late speaking to the client. I'm ok with this because I only stay 10 minutes later.

Walk through Copley and see there is going to be a new hot pot restaurant opening. One chopstick point for hot pot!!

Get to the T and the B line is packed. No surprise but still annoyed. But wait! A B line train comes right after the packed one and someone gets off the next stop giving up their seat. I had a seat on the B line at 5:20 p.m. Put this one down in the history books! One wiggle room point for getting on the train and one buttocks point for the seat.

So if you're keep track that's

-1 waking up early point
+1 buttocks point
-1 drilling point
-1 face numb can't eat point
+1 burrito magic point
+1 chopstick point
+1 wiggle room point
+1 buttocks point

I'm not too good at math but I think this equates to an overall ok day.

Get me out of January.

I don't have much to say today except that I am very sick of winter right now. This freezing cold is getting to me for sure. January is statistically the coldest month in Boston although to me February doesn't feel much warmer.

Doing laundry is the bane of my existence right now because it involves multiple trips outside in the freezing cold. Some day I will have laundry in my unit and I will weep with joy and do so much laundry.

Today I tried the new Ben and Jerry's flavor Rob Burgundy's Scotchy Scotch Scotch. It was really good. If you like butterscotch you have to try it.

I'm watching the Bachelor right now and Juan Pablo has decided after kissing 6 girls that he is not going to kiss anymore girls because he doesn't want his daughter seeing him kiss all of these girls. This has made for some pretty awkward moments because he has suddenly decided this in the middle of the season after already kissing 6 girls! One girl has started crying because she feels rejected. Two minutes later Juan Pablo breaks his no kissing rule for a girl who admitted she vomited in her mouth but swallowed it. How very Ana Steele of her.

Well I guess I had more to say than I thought. I kind of enjoyed writing this on the fly post.

Married in Boston.

Boston's City Hall is known as an "ugly building". The City of Boston's Vimeo channel recently posted a sweet video about something beautiful that happens at City Hall - weddings!


One Thing That Makes City Hall Special from City of Boston on Vimeo.
This was a great idea for a video.

Missing old pets.

I was looking through photos on my computer and came across an old photo of my cat Tigger.

He was the first cat I had and he was awesome. My aunt was working at an animal shelter at the time and had given him to us as a gift. He was declawed because his previous owners were having a baby. They decided to give him up anyways even after declawing him. I named him Tigger because I was 5 and into Winnie the Pooh.

Tigger was very smart. He knew how to open doors by reaching up and jiggling the door knob. He escaped once and came back later that night meowing at the front door. He also could be pretty dumb in that he ate anything plastic including the shower curtain. He had to have surgery to have plastic removed from his intestines. He managed to sneak down into our neighbor's apartment multiple times through the basement. He could be a pain in the ass but I loved him.

Finding this photo has me feeling a little nostalgic. I miss all my old cats and the house I grew up in. I even miss the melted siding from my neighbors plastic pumpkin that caught on fire on the front porch (see photo above right behind Tigger).

There will be bagels or blood.

Every Friday one of my co-workers buys bagels for the office. I enjoy my bagel and I enjoy that I don't have to pay for it (it's on the company). This Friday our co-worker who purchases the bagels decided not to do it. He normally does it because he controls the petty cash. Now the problem is we all expect bagels on Friday so we don't bring our breakfast and so chaos ensued.

"Why are there no bagels!!"

"I swear to God you better go downstairs and get those bagels!"

"This is going to turn into the Hunger Games really fast!" "Is that why you're holding that knife?"

"I'm going to have to eat CEREAL!"

People were digging through their desk for old oatmeal packets. It was a sad morning. Finally our co-worker caved and went downstairs to get the bagels. Crisis averted.

All is quiet around the office but that's probably because we're all shoving bagels into our mouths.

Sushi fear factor.

I've only started to enjoy sushi in the past couple of years. It took me a few tries before I started liking it and now I'm slowly working on getting Derek into sushi.

Last night Derek suggested we go to this sushi place in Central Square called Thelonious Monkfish. The menu was quite large and I was a little overwhelmed with all the sushi choices. They even had sushi named after Disney princesses! (I should have gone with one of those...) So the waitress comes over and I'm not ready to order yet. She comes back again and few minutes later and I don't want to send her away again so I order what I thought was a sushi sampler. When I get the plate half of it is sashimi.

I like sushi, I really do but I have not been able to get on the sashimi train yet. It's just too much fish. But at this point I ordered it so I have to eat it. I eat the actual sushi on the plate first and then it's time to tackle some of the sashimi. I pick one that does not still have fish skin on it (I just can't with the fish skin, just NO). This is the slowest dinner of my life. I'm playing with my chopsticks, I'm fixing my napkin, Derek is trying very hard not to laugh but I can see the smirk on his face. He just sits there with his hands clasped on the table while I drown my sashimi in soy sauce and shove it in my mouth.

The conversation went something like this during dinner:

Derek: Do you even know what you ordered?

Me: Apparently not. I thought it was all sushi!

Derek: Just eat one more piece.

Me: This is like sushi Fear Factor!

This was my own personal sushi Fear Factor except there was no money at the end for finishing. Derek paid for the dinner so I had to do the best I could. In the end I left two pieces on the plate. I just couldn't attempt the fish that still had skin on it.

I guess I'm not a real sushi lover but that's ok. And next time I'm going to read the menu more carefully and stick with the Disney princess themed sushi.

Proud co-founder and co-president of the "I hate math club".

My best friend from high school is the lovely Germana. We've shared many experiences together including a snowboarding trip that I still probably have PTSD from.

Germana and I have a lot in common which is why we have been best friends since junior high. One thing we bonded over was our mutual hatred of math. We did not just hate math class we LOATHED math. Now I can't remember if this was 9th or 10th grade but one year we had math together and it was first period. I mean that is just the absolute worst thing you could do to me. My brain cannot function at 7:26 a.m. and now I had my worst subject to tackle first thing in the morning.

Germana, myself and our friend Chris were all in math class hell. Our math teacher would assign us math writing assignments. We would have to write these stories that somehow involved math. Why this woman would not just admit that she wanted to teach English I will never know. One story in particular involved writing about pirates and including math problems that had to be solved to find the buried treasure. Chris basically said "fuck that shit" and wrote an amazing story about Big Bertha the hairy, drunk, pirate prostitute. Chris started reading it aloud in class (as we all had to because that's what you do in math class, read your stories!?) and the teacher stopped him and failed him for the assignment. The math was correct and he was just following the assignment.

We pretty much gave up on this math class after a month and tried to find ways to amuse ourselves. Germana and Chris started snorting pixie sticks, I just ate them and "supervised". Certain colors burn more. Did you know that? Now you know. At this point we created the "I hate math club". It was the best club in high school. You complained about math class and then you went over to Germana's house and ate chips and made bracelets. Sometimes Germana would make her world famous lazy grilled cheese (toast the bread and then melt the cheese in the microwave). Chris did not partake in this part of the "I hate math club" but he was still an honorary member for enduring the math class from hell.

We are still accepting new members and have been going strong since 1999 (ish?).