Let Me Think About It

Ain't stoppin' for no one...

I had a small epiphany this weekend, I am no longer the person I was three years ago.  I understand people change over time but I feel that I have become more ethical and rational with my decision-making skills.  Some things I assume it would benefit, others I could kick myself.  Anyway this song is dedicated to the women I was three years ago.

Well it occurred to me how assertive and confident, well more or less how pompous just a few years ago when I was younger. Some may think that I didn't change..but thats just them. ha ha. I think I wasn't aware of judgment.  I knew people could think whatever and pretty much I didn't care what they thought.  Now I feel a little hesitant since there are always someone's eye watching your every move.  That limits what would be acceptable at your age, well in my opinion.  Things I did when I was 21 are very different on what I do at 24.

So Saturday night I went out to meet up with Good in Bed and her trio of friends. I called up The Storyteller and invited her out to come dancing.  After the original plan fell through, we ended up at FELT.  I had only been there a few times, once for dinner and weekday excursions with The Sister for gay nights.  Which were pretty fun.  The look of the crowd on the dance floor wasn't so hot since it was filled with other girls, some not so pretty to look at.  Anyway, besides the point.  So Good in Bed always knows how to use her milkshakes, she sweet talked the bouncer into letting 10 of us go to the top floor and not wait in a wretched line.

Upstairs was interesting.  The music was much worse.  Which is annoying since we wanted to dance. You have to have great music and beats to dance and possibly someone fun to dance with.  Anyway so while I was out on the floor with The Storyteller, there is a guy whom I found cute.  The only problem was that he was dancing with another girl.  But it is more or less the "friendly dance" they weren't bumping and grinding.  She made a few attempts to B&G but he wasn't clearly reciprocating.  At this point, I could do one of two things, 1) continue dancing with The Storyteller or 2) go with this dude. I back-flashed to another moment in life.

Well three years ago, I earned the name The Dirty SURFer while at Dartmouth.  There were a few things, well more than a few, assertive "actions" I was known for with my group of friends. Nothing bad, but I didn't things that were a bit scandalous.  Plus were were the "elite" SURFer* kids.  With this group of friends, we were all scientists and I appeared as the "innocent one," until I showed my true colors.  Back to the story, so we were in the social hour of a local conference.  My Miami Love and I were dancing and I spotted a guy I met earlier that day through my friend Berkeley*.  Anyway the situation was that he was dancing with another girl, the "friendly dance." The assertive person I was (at the time) decided he needed to dance with me.  I ended up squeezing in between him and the girl.  I think I remember it was Rihanna's hit Pon de Replay.  Apparently my friend FUPA* overheard the following conversation:

Girl I Pushed Out of the Way: OMG this girl came up and pushed me out of the way while I was dancing with (Insert victim's name)
Girl I Pushed Out of the Way's Friend: Seriously, why did you let her?
Girl I Pushed Out of the Way: She just pushed me. (then she scoffed)

Ha ha ha.  I ended up just hanging out with him for the rest of the night.  I was barricaded from my hotel room Miami Love had her boyfriend (now husband) visiting. Well we later exchanged our pseudo business cards the next day, since he was doing research at NYU that summer.  I left it as is cause I was never going to see him again.  But he was a friend of Berkeley who thought I was ridiculous.

So fast-forward three years in FELT.  I just could not bring myself to "push" this girl out of the way.  I think if I had heard the Pon de Replay song, I just might have.  God that was a crazy summer.

So I ended up not dancing with the guy but later saw the guy with his friends.  But didn't even bother with him since my heels were killing me.  After three hours of dancing no wonder I can actually run up a mountain easily. lol.

xoxo

--Nicknames (I have not done in a while)
*Berkeley, my favorite Red Sox fan whom I met out at Dartmouth.  He loves running and now goes to Berkeley. I was suppose to visit him but haven't yet, soon!

*FUPA, well he is a fabulous man!  I call him FUPA because he kept saying fupa all summer long.  We had a long discussion about what a FUPA was and who had one.  I laughed every time I see a woman with one, I only remember the nights in my dorm room with my favorite crew.

*SURFer, well the program we were in was the Summer Undergraduate Research Program aka "SURF". So we were know as "SURFers" from a time to time.  Dirty was added after my stupid actions as being a crazy girl during the program.  Great summer.

Hang over the wall of the VIP...

The lesson I learned in the my ridiculous week is, its not what you know, its who you know. Very good advice.

This song by the way is pretty dumb but its funny just how ridiculous Lil Wayne is, I never really endorsed any of his songs until now.  Oops.  Well I lived semi-VIP-ish this weekend.

On Friday I left work early to head over to Fenway.  I hate the tourists.  I forgot how difficult tourists are because they walk slow on the sidewalk and T and order slow in restaurants and pretty much everywhere else.  Anyway finally arrived at GameOn and started the evening with a Stella tallboy.  I sent my last wishes to Manny, I secretly hoped that Bay would make a sweet premiere at the game.  The Sister got tickets through her work so I was happy not having to shell out cash for the event.  Fenway was spectacular as always.  I think any sporting event is pretty fabulous when you know people who can get to tickets and even pay for them.  Well the Red Sox finally beat the Oakland As after 12 innings, when Bay the Newcomer hit a triple and Drew brought him in for the scoring run.  I heart the BoSox!

Well after the game I ended up getting a ride to Harvard with Potter, Corona and The Sister.  I left with Corona and took the T home because The Sister said she was going to Waltham.  I attempted to get a cab, which failed.  I hate that.  So I ended up walking home from the train.  I was tired so long walks at midnight annoy me.  I ended up listening to my iPod and venturing home.  I was near the road, minding my own business when I see truck lights flash near me.  I turn to see, just incase I could potentially get runover while on the sidewalk.  The white pick-up has all its four windows down and one of the males yells and asks,"how much?"

Wow, did I just get solicited for sex?  I am at first baffled since I am by no means 1)dressed like a hooker, 2)I am not wearing anything scandelous, just my RedSox Lowell jersey and a skirt, 3)WTF!  I was literally just walking, I don't care if I was wearing a skirt, it is rude to "holla".  I don't take it as a compliment.  In my response, I yelled at them that I would call the cops on them if they didn't leave me alone and I can easily take down their license plate number.  They stepped on it and I was dumbfounded.   Seriously?  This gives me one more reason I hate boys.

Saturday was enjoyable. I got ready for my night with The Boss, yes BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN!  I got free tickets to his concert through my work. The best part was they were the Fidelity Club seats at Gillette Stadium, which go for 199 per ticket.  I invited Potter since I knew she would enjoy The Boss.  On the way down, I looked up why he was called The Boss.  I forgot how much I loved his music. I had to post a few of my favorite songs and their videos.  Enjoy!

I'm Goin' Down, the lyrics are amazing...I heart him!

Hungry Heart, this reminds me of my mum.

Sunday, I woke up a bit tired from getting in late.  Convert...AMAZING!  Well I ended up staying in bed a bit longer and eating my Cocoa Pebbles, I secretly am obsessed with children's cereals.  Froot Loops were my favorite for a while, now its those chocolate rice crispies.  I finally decided I should go into the museum.  I got a hold of Drunk Girlfriend, she wanted to see Shakespeare in the Park in the Boston Commons.  I attempted to pack things up before I left the house, but didn't even bother getting a rain coat.  The museum was fabulous, I told my epic journey of the Jay Peak Marathon to my fellow volunteers.  I got to work in the Arthropods Rule the World exhibit, which was pretty fun.  I just hate talking about arachnids.  After the museum, I left for the Commons.  Drunk Girlfriend planned on the wine, I took care of the food.  I went over to Whole Foods, grabbed some Chevre and cabbaita.  I didn't know what else to get, I paced the aisles and settled for spicy tuna and avocado rolls, along with veggies and hummus.

I sped walked through Beacon Hill, it was a work out, the rain was drifting away, after 5 minutes of trying to find Drunk Girlfriend, I met her near the front of the stage.  She knew the General Manager of the show, who then hooked us up with free VIP seats, literally 12 feet from the stage.  I was excited since this was my first Shakespeare in the Park.  Great show, apparently the guy from In Plain Sight was the lead role for As You Like It.  I loved all the characters, they were pretty believable and amazing.

Another pondering thought.  I think if a guy took me to all these events in one weekend, I would be on Cloud 9. It would be the athlete, the musician, the historian and poet all combined into one person.  Yet, he doesn't exist.  Instead I had all my fabulous friends to join me. Who could ask for better?  Not I!

xoxo

You are young but so am i...

I have been a slacker lately with updating the blog.  I have been cat napping and eating, mainly recovering from the Jay Peak Marathon.  I was one of the finishers in the race.  There was a lot of scandelous stuff from this, I say if you knew what to expect and ran some parts, you could make it.  But there was some part to it where emotional stability was a MUST.  I have never felt lack of confidence, pure happiness, frustration and second-guessing all in one day, let alone the same outfit.  I have to say that it was a challenge to my mind and body.  I have wound that will remind me of what I was feeling the way through but they were worth it.

I love Metro Station.  The Sister introduced me to this group.  The song is fabulous because its got a good beat and just random lyrics.  The other song many people know they by is "Shake It."  Well an update on life has been just running. I spent a couple of days in Canada, dealt with the border patrol, got to enjoy my vacation and facestalk people.  ha ha.  I think Google offers to much access to anyone.  I learned a lot about myself when I Googled myself.  It was a bit scary but there is another girl with my name who lives in Indiana, might throw off a few people.

Well back to the current highlight of my life.  The video below does explain what I did on Saturday for 9 hours and 2 minutes.  The real kicker is the damage on my legs.  They don't hurt now, they just look bad.  I have to give it to neosporin to help heal them and relieve the itching.  I hate scabs, they make me cringe when I feel the nerves on my skin start to radiate. Anyway back to the video, I was behind, next to or ahead of the girl in the video.  We chatted a bit but it was cool to say we finished 5 minutes apart.  I missed the proposal...I was barely clinging on to life at that moment.
 

Well that is pretty much the current status in life. I found some fun articles but don't feel like writing about them.  I am more tired now, since its close to midnight.

xo xo!

Can’t find my drink oh man, where are my keys I lost my phone...

This song reminds me of most of my weekends.  Sadly.  Anywho, its a pretty fun song, I get my hips moving to this.

Life has taken an interesting turn in the past few weeks. I thought I was in a mode of just being me, I have changed a bit in the past few weeks, well not completely but some perspectives in life.  One is the idea of love.  It hits everyone in different stages in life and proceeds to make one act irrationally.  I have not done either yet.  But the idea of a makeover fits when someone is engulfed with emotions.  I try to yield past those emotions in general.  After a discussion with my sister, we reflected on our upbringing and how we react different to the idea of love & marriage.  It was interesting to get her perspective.  While she tends to be cautious and rationalize what the emotions she feels, I just ignore all emotions not giving love a real chance. It amazed me how far on the spectrum these concepts are, we had a good laugh on justifying why either of us thought.

Why am I crazy. I have my huge trail run marathon this weekend. I can't wait. I will be traveling with Potter and The Sister.  The exciting part is that I will be staying in Canada and experiencing the best 33 miles of my life.  The race director just announced this in the forum for the run:

Courses changes for 2008.
The mileage will be the same but....
1- once you reach aid station 1, you will be 95% OF THE TIME on a NEW brook until aid station #2. This will allow us to avoid crossing route 242 since You will go underneath the road in a 50 foot culvert that is 6 feet high. This section is fairly technical, you will be slow but it is so beautiful you should enjoy it

2- Because of the 1st change you will reach the base of Jay Peak on the state side instead of the main lodge, You will then climb Jay peak to the top via a completely insane( STEEP) new route. So if you look at the mountain from the village you will climb on the ridge line on the left to the top

3- For the first time in 7 years, you will actually reach the top of Jay peak on the ledge to the top. In the past 6 years we were always short of the top by about 50 feet... this year you will be at the absolute top. Consequently you might want to have a lightweight shell in your drop off bag in case of bad weather at the summit.

4- Beautiful new singletrack section on the christmas tree farm.
See you all in a few days
Dan

Which is going to be INSANELY AWESOME!!!!  I am glad this race is on a Saturday, I hate Sunday races.  They make recovery much more annoying.  Too bad I have a doctor's appointment on Monday...early.

In other news, I have a dating auction tonight. It will be very interesting. I think my ensemble will be a winner but not so much the personality. I think based on looks I will be decent, but hopefully what a previous person recommended was a mini skirt...CHECK.  If you think I wouldn't wear one your crazy!  But I also have boy business to sort out, that was decided a few days ago.  Y. I am not sure if I will but we will see what happens. I feel so girly this week...weird.

This is a long post, I have been slacking lately but here is another story.  I thought it was pretty fun. I went to the dentist, the original plan was to eat breakfast with The Sister and then go to the dentist.  We both decided to sleep in.  I walked to the train with her, right past the dental office, I had to turn around cause I completely spaced out.  I went into the place, the assistant lady asked me the same nice questions we ask when you meet someone new.  So I just told her my lifestory in a few sentences.  She apparently hated chemistry, lucky me.  I hate when the person who is putting metal things in your mouth thinks it appropriate to ask questions and expect an answer.  The verdict of my visit (its been two years since my last cleaning ick!) I don't have cavaties, I have two pre-cavaties, I have a healthy mouth with healthy gums.  I need to get an electric toothbrush since I don't brush hard or long enough.  Weird.  But my teeth felt very polished and clean today.  I ended up biting into a chocolate protein bar and drinking lots of tea today...so much for that plan.

I need to go home and get extra pretty, cause I already am pretty.

xo xo

Her cherry chapstick...

I missed the bandwagon when this song was huge.  I saw this girl perform on So You Think You Can Dance, not live but on the tele.  Anyway it was pretty fun.  In my state of zombie mode this morning, I listened to the song and watched the video.  I liked the video cause I started to reminisce about slumber parties, well I didn't kiss any girls at my slumber parties. Either way this video is pretty scandalous because it shows asses, breasts and lots of legs.  Its not a bad thing but I am in bed with candles lit debating what to do for the day. I should head to mass, we shall see if I make an attempt to leave my bed.  I just looked in the mirror, I have the hottest bed-head ever.

I had a BBQ yesterday, a few friends showed up.  I only planned for a few people, so that was nice.  The food went fast.  I had marinated shrimp, teriyaki rib eye and citrus chicken.  Lots of veggies and veggies. Most of it was gone within the first hour and a half.  I am known for serving up pretty tasty treats.  I experimented with a new drink, a twist to the mojito.  It actually had vodka instead of rum, I hate rum.  So I had an extra pint of blueberries, some mint leaves and limes.  I only needed to make some simple sugar and pick up some club soder.  Otherwise, it was a Martha Stewart drink, it looked pretty.  I think I have earned the Martha Stewart award, as a few people would think.  I am not that festive for things but I just like to have variety of stuff that tastes good. During the BBQ, LPAIN and I stumbled over to the liquor store and the Bodega.  We had 7 quarters, we bought faux gold rings and fake teeth.  They were pretty awesome, so white trashy since we were invited to a White Trash Party later on in the night.  At the end of the BBQ, around 10, we had to leave and go inside since we were getting eaten up by mosquitoes and I had switched to PBR, after running out of Stella. At the White Trash Party, I played Guitar Hero for the first and last time.  I think a Wii would be much more fun.  At the end of the night, for the second weekend in a row, I was in the third seat.

So I ended up reading an article about men having an identity crisis.  I feel that I see it happening but its more widely acceptable.  I feel that men are becoming more aware of their feelings.  I feel that women are also becoming open to getting what they want and confronting the issue.  Which isn't a bad thing but not very many women are like that.  Anyway, thats all i pretty much feel like posting.

xoxo

But you know what to say to take my breath away...

Life has been pretty great these past couple of days.  I haven't been very responsible in blogging. I think the huge deal is just findiing material worthy to discuss.  The idea of topics revolving around my life are just overwhelming that just one blog won't be that great.  But I have to say, the social circles I encapsulate myself in, are remarkable.  I think when someone reels you into a conversation that you don't want to leave, its amazing.  I have been encountering those lately for some reason.  Is is being more open-minded or having the extra time?

This song is by Ercola featuring Daniella in "Every Word."  Its got a good beat, kind of cheesy.  Which I is not me today nor any day to be specific.  Well I guess it could be be inhaling the smell of roses and lilies at my desk.

So one conversational topic that surprised me was discussing SEM.  For those non-science folk, its scanning electron microscopy. I had the pleasure of working on one of these insane instruments when I was at Dartmouth (think millions of dollars to purchase). This instrument was amazing, since it has many applications, I only used it from a biological standpoint. I was actually looking at the surface profusions of lymphocytes cells, benign and malignant.  It was pretty cool because I had to physically adhere the actual T cells to glass plates (try twelve tiny 1mm diameter plates), followed by coating the cells with a heavy metal. The coolest was the final step when I would be bombarding electrons off my precious work to get an image.  So if you stopped reading this a bit ago, sorry but its pretty amazing you can see a microscale.  Well for me, finding someone who knows how hard it is to get these things to work, its nice to talk about SEM.  You don't hear about it often enough or anyone being able to use one.

The next conversation was while I was working at the museum on Sunday.  The brillant volunteers who work the afternoon shift met in the common volunteer area.  Everyone was amazed at the amount of people who are showing up this summer, which is good for us!  I think due to high fuel prices, staying near the city beats driving elsewhere for a good time. A group of six of us discusses many tangents after tangents, discussing Aspergers, global warming effects on the environment and mainly Antartica, being the non-dominant species in the world, greater powers and what is destroying our planet.  I was sitting with people who are 40+.  I love to hear stories from older folk, it makes me appreciate their wisdom and courage.  One lady, Natalie was speaking about how you could walk into a shoe store and x-ray your feet when we were figuring out mutations to cause certain diseases.  Unimaginable today to be near x-rays openly.  Or how everyone had plates they ate of off that were coated with lead paint.  How and why is Aspergers so prevalent today compared to 20 years ago, what could have caused it.  We started discussing brain tumors and maybe cell phones or microwaves could cause them.  It was cool to see their perspective.  Another topic was how we are just one species, compared to the huge amount of bugs.  We started talking about cockroaches, I got pretty squirmy, but not enough to leave.  Then of course someone brings up politics.

This is the realm that I always amazes me.  We all decided unanimously that Dick Cheney was truly evil.  We concluded our democacy will only survive because of the melting pot of cultures and beliefs, along with free speech.  We cannot overcome evil since most of us are scared of being screened by the government.  Obama will be a great president if he only focuses on the general good for the WHOLE country and not give into the damn lobbyist.  I am not sure what to expect for the next decade.  We discusses only time will yield the results, which is definitely frightening.

Those conversations with people who remember the wars, something I can only read or hear about.  They were directly affected, its amazing how naive I am about the human race.  I come to realize I am stuck in a bubble, many people my age are in the bubble.  We don't either want to see or understand what our future holds for our generation.  The older folk understand they won't be around in 20 years to see the outcome for our environment and population.  But for us, we started it and will we be around to see the next generation survive?

These conversations take my breath away for sure.

Time to Blink...

I have come to find that I have an addictive personality.  My recent obsession is the new John Dahlback song, BLINK.  The video is freaking awesome because this girl is an awesome beebopper, she does have a  few repetitive movies, but she is adorable.  I couldn't move like that.  Enjoy the video...

So my other obsession is Tiger Gatorade.  This stuff is amazing.  I mean I was on mile 7 on Saturday evening when I had to get replenished due to the gross humidity.  I went into Walgreen's and grabbed the drink.  I chugged about half of it and had no intention to waste any of the miracle drink.  I was around mile 13 when I had to stop by "7 to 11."  This was only a quarter mile from my house so I decided to grab the larger size.  Once I got home, I chugged that down.  It was fabulous but left me in a state of tiredness afterward. I need to not obsess on finishing things until they turn me into mush.

Obsession number three, entropy.  I feel that sometimes what I feel as order, leads to disorder.  But sometimes it ends up being chaotic which leads into some sort of upper ordering system which will in turn become disordered in the end.  But remains in the order for a while.  Just like this paragraph.  Which leads to you assume your are now disordered.  I feel I have gone through some interesting disordered and ordered dating things in my current lifestyle.  Which is a good and bad thing.  Anyway I am not sure what to write exactly.  Lets see I just recently got caught up in a random escapable with a guy which I am not enjoying so I am trying to find a logical way to end.  Yet met another fascinating male which made the disorderly chaos seem quite clear why it wouldn't work out.  But we shall see if I end up messing up chaos again.  You will hear more of this epic drama once I become more disorderly. Okay, I will stop babbling.

Obsession number four, music.  I get stuck on certain artists and wrapped up in different things.  Which isn't bizarre but I will listen to my play-lists for three days in a row.  Hearing the beats, memorizing the chorus and even understanding the meaning.  Yet I am not great at decoding but still, I obsess over what they are trying to say.  Really I only wish I could just enjoy the music as it is, not dissect it.

Obsession number five, running.  I feel that I need to run, not just a couple miles but at least 13 minimum to gain the endorphins feeling.  The runners high is so addictive and I obsess if I will feel that on todays run.  Even if I am tired I want, crave and lust over the idea of just having a clear mind.  Then my muscles kick in and tell me, not today. Let's do it this weekend.  I am not quite sure.

Obsession number six, Law & Order.  I feel that I have to watch Law & Order at least once a day, if I am near a TV.  I swear I have seen all the episodes, unfortunately missed the Criminal Intent show tonight because I was scheduling my pub crawl.  Either way, I feel like after I watch the show, I would make a good detective, yet I don't even notice if anyone has moved our trash can.

Obsession number seven: Lists.  They do have a huge impact in my life.  Grocery lists, future plans lists, music lists, weekly work lists, meetings lists, the lists go on and on.  Its not like I dream about them, well from time to time.  But in my head, I keep a mental note.  I have to do that before I leave my house, train pass, check, ID, check, umbrella, <forget to check>, cell phone <forget to check>, house key <forget to check> and lunch, check.  I realize I have forgotten my key on my dresser, my blackberry on my pillow, when I am halfway down the street.  I think...is it worth it going back?  I can only imagine the man of my dreams calling me, so I turn around...to only hope.

Obsession number eight: Obsessions.  I wish I could stop trying to make my life so directed and scripted.  It happens.  I was running the other day and saw a child crash and burn on his bike.  He didn't expect it but cried.  Motherly instinct I never knew existed, turned on and helped him up.  I told him it would be okay and asked where his father was located.  He just bawled, but he father turned up.  I continued running and then saw a goose, running along a fence, quacking.  I stopped to see if there were any other around.  It apparently lost others.  I felt I couldn't help or even figure out a plan.  So I kept running and realized, you can only run so far until you turn around to face the issue.  I went back to where the goose was lost, it had disappeared.  The incident of the fall child, there was no observation of fallen child.  The sun goes down only to come up again.  Which is nice, since today was a good day, so I should really stop obsessing on obsessions.

xoxo

It can creep up inside you and consume you...

The thing I always think about before I go to bed is, who reads my blogs?  Then I toss and turn, thinking of people laughing when I have written a witty story or if inspired them to laugh about girls who are preggers.  For the record, I hate the use or fhe term "preggers, its like baby talk of the word pregnant.  Either way, I hope the readers are happy since it has been six months I have had my blog up. I feel some sort of accomplishment in life.

Video time!  I have carefully selected this song, well with the help from G String Diva.  She has all the pop songs once they are released.  So here is Rihanna, sexy barbados hottie, sad she is "seeing" Chris Brown.  Damn.

This week has been going pretty well.  I have to say that the weather has been too bad here.  Just the random thundershowers that last three minutes. Its a refresher from the humidity but it ends up returning afterwards.  I went to Central Kitchen this week, it was pretty fabulous.  I liked the lighting and food. I had fish and it was fishy which is good for any dish.  The ended with too much cava and my head was hurting the next day.  Anyway, I made a really tasty sandwich last night.  I got home late from work which was annoying.  I will have to come back this weekend which blows but what can you do?  I ended up using avocado with leftover baked chicken on a ciabata bread.  I was in heaven. I would recommend that to eat on a warm summer day.

Well as for news, it is fourth of july tomorrow which means, seven days till my birthday.  I tell everyone to rememeber my birthday by either the store name "7 to 11" or 7-11.  I had this conversation with many people, in NM its "7 to 11."  Here, its just the 7-11.  Weird.  Anyway I like how its like the day 7/11.  Which is my birthday.  Sorry for the long explanation.  But its just an easy way to remember my birthday.  Since we are on the discussion, I think it would be fun to do a pub crawl through Cambridge for my birthday.  I don't think its legit to do a 24-pubs, unless I started at like 9 am.  But I have to actually work that day, so it may be difficult to drink early.  My co-workers would probably like it, I didn't go to work last year on my birthday, I took vacation.  Which is fun but I had a dinner party that night so I was busy.  Anyway returning to the original thought, I am not too excited for fourth of july.  It reminds me of a humorous night my parents got into a fight with each other, which ended in missing out on the fireworks and breaking into our house.

Now I have to tell the story.  So my parents were arguing about who knows what that evening.  My dad was like whatever lets get in the suburban.  He was there while my mom got a cooler of drinks and stuff for the kids to munch on I guess.  Anyway you can lock the door to our house by just switching the lock and shutting it.  My mom did the usual and got in the suburban. She asked my dad for keys, which he didn't have cause he just decided to sulk in the car.  Well it turns out we didn't have any keys to start the car or get into the house.  My dad decided to break in through our air-conditioning unit.  Unfortunately the window only opened so far, but since I was a wicked skinny child, I could fit through anything.  So I had to crawl through a window that was possibly 5 inches, this was when I was about 7 so I was pretty much a pencil.  I was excited that I could get through the window.  I ran all cheerful to unlock the front door.  By the time this was done, the firework show was over.  So that was a bummer.  Anyway that is my story, and really why I am not a huge fan of fireworks.  Alright I am out early.  Have a good one!

xo xo

I feel so untouched right now...

This weekend was pretty fabulous.  It started out as a pretty laid back week cause I was on vacation for the most part.  I only had two days to work but had a ton to catch up on.  It was a bit depressing to be back in town but glad in a while. I liked my routine in life, living more green out here than at home.  Although I miss the clear blue skies and fresh mountain air.  Currently I feel untouched to everything here.  I think everyone goes through a stage but begins to remember what they are doing to get them back on track.  I don't even know if that makes any sense.  But I have fallen in love with the Veronica's song.

The video is pretty fabulous.  Othewise I had a decent weekend.  It started on Thursday night pretty much.  Good in Bed has a super fun bbq.  I had to take public transportation over to her place which took almost 2 hours round trip.  But it was worth it as usual.  Friday night was rather insane. My coworker Alice in Wonderland* decided to meet GIB and her friends out.  I got ready and by the time she arrived, I still had not chose an outfit. I stood in front of the mirror and could understand that bluefly commercial of having nothing on to wear.  ha ha.  Anyway I chose something random and just pinned my hair back with bobby pins.  Everyone seemed to like the outfit so I didn't care after 10 minutes.  AIW and I started out at Trinity since GIB was not ready to meet up due to a dinner delay.  We discussed relationships and the lack of available guys in the bar. I have to admit its not the best place to meet someone.  Anyway we proceeded next door to the lovely abode of Hong Kong.  GIB immediately purchased three scorpion bowls, which I steered clear of but was interrupted by pictures to have to pose and drink some.  The last time I had this concoction, my new friend was our downstairs toilet bowl.  After a few passes to dance with some guys we left the place in search of some fun dancing.

Outside, a pack of seven of us started down the road.  A drunk 5'6" guy ran into GIB and another one of her friends.  I looked at him and called him out as being disgusting.  He blew me off like I was a crazy person.  I told him his actions of stupidity made me want to slap him.  He turned his cheek and said why don't you.  If you know me, don't ever offer me to do bodily harm, I won't hesitate any second.  I pulled my arm back and a quick loud smack could be heard.  He quickly turned around.  I told him I could kick him in the balls if necessary.  His friend got pissed but I was like tell him not to be such a douche bag.  I left infuriated that men think that they can still treat women like they own them.  Anyway it was the greatest highlight of the night.  So don't mess with me in heels, I am a bitch.

Other news, I read some fun articles over the weekend and this morning.  Unfortunately I did not have my usual fruit bowl because I slept in and didn't go grocery shopping yesterday due to my lack of activity in the humidity.  But I did do some decent reading.

Article 1:  Nerd is the new hottie.  I thought this was pretty amusing since I fit that exact thing in high school.  In college I turned hippie but still had a nerd aspect of my awesome skills of knowing the most random facts in life.  But yes, this is pretty funny, I had no idea Google has an award for a Geek Pagent.

Article 2: Seriously, I can't believe this happened in Massachusetts of all places.  If you haven't heard of this story, there was a pact made in a Glouchester high school, girls needed to get pregnant by graduation.  I can respect when an adult makes a decision to have a child but seriously, who is going to help raise this child.  You high schooler don't have a job, no education or experience to know how to support a child.  I hope the parents help out but seriously, a pact?  Weird for sure!

Article 3: This reminded me of that old song, "Where the Boys Are.'  But the story discussed 20-somethings. I never really put much thought into where influence occurs for my age group.  I then remembered that most of us don't want any input from people because we KNOW EVERYTHING.  But I found a hilarious website off of this article.  Jake and amir, are two crazy characters that cracked me up on Friday. I was suppose to be working but wasn't.  Anyway I laughed so hard. I included my favorite 2-min clip here:

Instant Messages from Amir on Vimeo.

Anyway...hope this was fun!  Have a happy Monday!

xoxo

Do you have a first-aid kit ready...

These past few days have been a river with rocks.  Life has been passing me by and nothing can stop the flow.  I called into work today, I had exhaustion.  It was kind of cool to rest cause I have been on the constant go, weird cause I was on vacation. I arrived back into the city last night, early morning.  I wasn't able to watch the Celtics win, I was a bit annoyed about.  I could only blame airines on my part, which made me miss my first flight. I have to be grateful to G String Diva since she drove to pick me up.  I chose this song since I had to use a first-id kit on my vacation.  Not for me but for The Sister.

Vacation was fabulous, it was a bittersweet ending.  I arrived in Albuquerque two hours late due to taxing on the runway.  I went to bed around 3 NM time and 5 BOS time.  I woke up a few hours later to swim with the family and return to my hometown.  It was an overall fun day, I ate smother red chile blue corn beef enchiladas...orgasmic I must say The Parents were very laid back and happy to have the two daughters home.  Once we got back to the house, The Married Ones, aka The Brother and Wife, met us.  After a healthy 8 hours of sleep I went to mass with The Mother and continued a two-hour breakfast conversation to catch up.  Everyone reconviened home to get ready for camping.  We traveled to Colorado and set up camp in the late evening.  The next morning was beautiful!  The Father and The Sister and I went out on a leisure bike ride. Not leisure at all, it was a tough crazy ride, I just read reviews and is is pretty much for the experienced bike rides.  Note to self, bike a couple of times before heading on this again. The last time I rode a bike was probably a year ago. Thanks to my marathon training, my cardiovascular was decent.  I would have rather ran this than bike ride.  My ass is still feeling the lack of suspension.

The trail was pretty brutal, we carried out bikes a couple of times.  My white tank top is now brown in a couple of places.  Lots of mud.  I think I pushed my bike about 1/4 of the trail, about 5 miles worth.  Since it was a 20-mile trail.  Did I mention this was all high-altitude. I could feel the burn in my lungs for a while.  Anyway I had a great day riding, the views were spectacular.  Our codeword of the day was "loon."  If someone needed a break or was in danger we had to yell the word to alert others.  We only used the word after The Sister fell. Poor thing she was right behind me, fell about 10 feet down, hitting her head, back and knees.  A couple trees saved her but she had a cut open finger.  I had to be doctor to her at the campsite.  I would definitely do this again, the experience was invigorating.

Camping was not roughing it, mostly luxury camping.  I made smores and enjoyed the cold air.  We proceeded home.  The rest of the vacation was spent with the animals at the farm and ranch.  My grandpa apparently had man girlfriends who took some of his land, so I hear from The Grandmother (The Father's).  I spent time talking to The Grandmother about her summer plans.  She had to go to a banquet at a casino.  She seemed pretty psyched. Well the horses and cows seemed to be happy.  The Father decided we needed to drop off a one-ton grass bail off with the horses.  The horses were exstatic and I was put to work trying to get it in the proper bin.  It was tricky and I was full of grass.  The only injury sustained was a piece of flying wood to my eyebrow.  Otherwise I had to return home.

I hate airlines.  I will state that.  My flight was delayed thus missed connections.  I had to catch a different flight which made me late getting in. Otherwise I am back.  Not too happy about it due to humidity.  I heart home, there is no humidity and everything is much cheaper.  I hope to move back someday.  Anyway hope adventures are good. But back to work and running for me here.  I will include more later!

xoxo