25 things

So there is this new thing going around Facebook, which is 25 random things about yourself, I decided to post it here. Its nothing ground breaking, some people's 25 things are very long but usually at work I am very busy so I like to put things in bullet points and this is the same kind of thing...I have nothing interesting to say on my blog, maybe after this weekend...I am going to da Pitts for what will essentially be a 10 yr high school reunion...

25. I like Rootbeer but hate rootbear flavored things
24. Cottage cheese makes me gag
23. I miss my Gramma Nancy every day
22. If I could go back in time I would go to medical school
21. I go into anaphylaxis if I get stung by a bee
20. ER smells, ha! Try working in a morgue for 4 years!
19. I once saw a man cut in half at the waist, I mean after it was done
18. I love Britney Spears music
17. When I was little I ran away from home for like 2 hours, I hid behind the washing machine with a peanut butter sandwich until I got bored
16. I used to drive a fire engine and an ambulance
15. I like to think I am like Tina Fey
14. I had my heart broken in Ireland
13. I have never loved anyone as much as I love my brother
12. I think Erin is my soul mate
11. I hate black jelly beans!
10. I won the spirt stick at cheerleading/dance camp, I still have it!
9. I want to be a mommy some day
8. I have disaster plans in place (terriosts, aliens, tidal waves, zomie attacks-I'm ready!)
7. Mike (my bf) is one of the best people I have ever met in my life
6. I could watch Family Guy non-stop for years
5. I don't like pie, except for pumpkin
4. I am obsessive about taking care of my skin (45 sunscreen, I don't mess around)
3. I don't have an appendix anymore
2. Mike became my boyfriend when I had my appendix out and he came to the hospital and saw me get a shot in my butt
1. I sleep 8-10 hours a night

Ooooo I thought of something!

Okay so Mike and I met some friends at Tahiti in Dedham last night, the place is a total dive but they have loungy chairs and its awesome because like the cream of society is totally not there so we are so friggin good looking when we go there, it rocks! I mean if it gets to the point where I look like I fit in there, then I will need an intervention like on A&E, but if I do have to have an intervention I would prefer the lady intervention-er and not the guy one, he is weird.

So anywho, as we were sitting there at the Tahiti I gazed around at our fellow patrons, behind us was the weird dude who I yelled at on Christmas night. It was gross he was trying to flirt with these older ladies and he kept bumping into me with his chair so I finally at yelled at him to stop shoving me! Dude he has dyed black hair at the age of 70, you ain't foolin anyone homey.

Anywho...so I look over to the right and there was a younger girl with her father and who I deduced with my powers of deduction was her step-mother. She was like going to town mowing down on her fingers, it was gross and totally weird. And she kept doing it so I think she must have been on drugs or something or really hungry. It was nasty.

I know I haven't been blogging a lot recently but when I blog I usually want to write something funny and I can't turn it on Dr. Gimpy!
Nothing has happened lately that is blog worthy, I get up, I go to work, 3 days a week I go to the gym and I eat and sleep at some point. I watch an awful lot of ESPN Sportscenter and read a book a week, lately I have been very boring. Eek. Like today for all of my awesome-ness I am going to go food shopping and possibly do my taxes. Crap. I am like totally on my way to adulthood however I refuse to act like one all the time! I am still in shock that people I went to high school with have like 6 year old children! Sometimes more then 1! I can't even fathom that, I mean its Sunday morning and its 11am and I haven't even gotten dressed yet and I am watching "Enchanted."

Commuter Rail, part 789

So my boss was away for 6 weeks, back to the mother country, and he let me use his parking pass while he was gone. It was friggin fantastic, 6 weeks of bliss...but now he is back, and I have to take the train, again. Mike has been dropping me off and picking me up so we can save money, since the MBTA raised the parking price to $4/day. I noticed yesterday that there is a "waiting room" at the Norwood Central stop, score! Except that it is apparently the one homeless guy in Norwood's house, he has been sleeping in there for the past 2 mornings. Or maybe he is dead, I don't know I don't want to go in there for fear he will yell at me or it will smell really bad in there (its a small space).

Yesterday and today there were no seats on the train, going to and from work. The commuter rail seems to think that rush hour is a perfect time to use the single level trains which have half as many seats as the double decker ones. In these 2 days I have narrowly avoided getting smacked in the head by some woman's bag and been smooshed by 2 people who seem to have never heard the rule about "if you have a backpack on you become a turtle and your shell is a foot and a half off your back". Oh what wonders will the train ride bring tomorrow?!

Dear Shape Magazine, WTF?

I was in CVS this morning getting a bottle of water and a bottle of delicious diet coke, I usually take a walk down the magazine isle to see if anything entices me. Because apparently Marie Claire, Glamour and US magazine aren't enough for me.

I was scanning over the covers when Shape magazine caught my eye, Ashley Tisdale is on the cover for February with a tag line saying something like, "How the stars of High School Musical stay in shape", ummm...Shape, the stars of high school musical are 18! That's how they "stay in shape", they have the metabolism of jack rabbits. The probably eat Peanut M&M cereal with half and half for breakfast, lunch and dinner. And don't even tell me that her abs on the cover aren't airbrushed on, come on!

I thought Shape magazine was for people who probably aren't excited by the thought of Zac Efron taking them to prom. Stoopid.

Facebook Depression

So my friend Erin introduced me to a new term "facebook depression", and I am coming out to the world to say that I suffer from facebook depression. Not always, but occasionally I find myself looking at pictures of people I don't really know and becoming jealous of what they have. And I know envy is a horrible movie with Jack Black AND an unnecessary emotion but sometimes even the strongest will succumb to it. I am just fascinated by some people's lives, their giant homes look like Crate & Barrel exploded, their children are all rosy cheeked little cherubs, and every one of them had HUGE beautiful weddings AND they all looked like they were born from J. Crew or Banana Republic. Did I forget to take a class about how to be a grown up? Nobody told me! So I asked a few bonifide grown ups that I know and have come to the following conclusion, everyone is massively in debt and not talking about it. That and their husbands are sleeping with the neighbor's pool boy.

I am not one of the people who likes to keep up appearances, like this is me and I don't really care what you think. But sometimes, just sometimes...I think wouldn't it be nice to have a nice home and wear khakis a lot. Then I realize I am quite content and I have a very nice life, it's just hard to live with someone who is very verbal about money and debt and forces me to think about it daily. But I work very hard and sometimes I think its perfectly fine to treat myself, I don't want to work and work and work and then realize I am 75 and I would really like to treat myself but I can't because I have a bum hip and just want to stay in and watch Matlock.