I have never been more grateful for a 3 day weekend, and I need it after last week. I have a busy September ahead of me, and aside from a little house cleaning today, I'm planning on relaxing outside with a good book and enjoying this gorgeous weather.
I've had a bit of a strange summer, as I did last year. I've had little to no desire to go to the beach, and therefore haven't gone to the beach for the past 2 years. I don't particularly consider the Long Island Sound to be the ocean in any way shape or form, and while the CT coastline is pretty, it's not the beaches of the South Shore that I grew up on and hold near and dear to my heart.
It is also strange transitioning pretty much completely out of the recent grad life into adulthood. Pretty much all of my friends have graduated, maybe 1 or 2 have another year left, but I'm not as close in touch with them. So there's no excitement of so and so going back to school. And most of us now have our own residences to spend our time how we'd like. Many have begun relationships in the past year, or bought houses or are planning weddings. It seems like we're getting to that point in life where friends are not our number one priority. They are always important and loved and welcome, but maybe our focus is changing to our careers, our relationships, and if we're in our own house/apartment, the upkeep that seems neverending.
In the past when I would be running around this weekend, seeing all my friends, attending barbecues, maybe going to the beach or off somewhere for an overnight, I am home today, seeing at least two loads of laundry ahead of me, a few dishes in the sink to wash, and plenty of clutter that needs to be thrown away or put in it's proper place.
It seems like this is very sudden, that I didn't seem to have to worry about this so much living with roommates the past 2 years. Is this what comes with "What's mine is yours"? And how do you balance keeping up a house with keeping a life? Because sometimes it feels like since Sean and I moved in, all I do on the weekends is clean.
So, I'm devoting the next 2 hours to getting some stuff done, and then I am stopping and enjoying my weekend. THank goodness for Labor Day!
Enjoy yours!
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Friday, August 29, 2008
After what felt like The Neverending Workday From Hell, I finished and left the office at 6:30 this evening, and proceeded to have a really nice dinner with Sean, who got out at about the same time. We hit up Outback (which has a pretty rockin' GF menu, much better than Uno's) and both got some deliciously cooked beef. I managed to resist both the Outback bread, which is uber delicious, and the "giant crouton" that came with my meal (a big hunka bread). We also avoided dessert since we were quite stuffed.
I forgot to write, but I am pirating a hot body.
Rather than paying the monthly or weekly fee for Weight Watchers, I am following their points system with the help of point calculators and extensive lists of foods and their point values online. I started tracking on Monday, and have been more mindful than I ever remember of what and how much I am putting into my body. It's almost like a game, trying to get the most food as possible out of a day for less points. This means LOTS of veggies, which I need to eat more of anyways. I am going to try some new recipes this weekend, methinks, for some all-veggie meals.
On a sidenote: I never turn down bread. This has been big for me this week. Learning to say "No". I have always been the queen or giving in. But the more I say no, the easier it is! Granted, I have eaten bread this week. I'm definitely not doing a "no carb, no way, no McCain" (couldn't resist) diet. I'm just trying to work on cutting out the unnecessary extra. Like tomorrow night, I'm going to a birthday party, and I'll have a piece of cake. A small one.
Anyways, after our dinner, we popped into Borders before it closed so he could look for some norse mythology books, and I snagged Skinny Bitch (I've already read it but wanted my own personal copy) and The One Hundred: A Guide to the Pieces Every Stylish Woman Must Own by Nina Garcia (if you're a Project Runway addict like I am, you'd love this!). It's literally her A-Z of must-haves, fashion tips, and really cute illustrations by Ruben Toledo. It's a fun read so far, very girly, and very useful to someone like me who would love to have the innate ability to walk out the door looking fabulous every day, but just doesn't get it most of the time. So far it's covered A-line dress (a la Jackie O), animal print (can be very stylish if done tastefully [belt, shoes, scarf, one piece at a time], not trashy [head to toe leopard print???]), ankle bootie, aviators, ballet flat, bangles, belts, bikini, Blackberry, black opaque tights (I <3 tights, and the fact that she calls out girls who wear them as pants. They're not pants!!), and now I'm on to blazers.
The day is winding down much nicer than it started. I'm glad to be home, and am looking forward to a good nights sleep.
I forgot to write, but I am pirating a hot body.
Rather than paying the monthly or weekly fee for Weight Watchers, I am following their points system with the help of point calculators and extensive lists of foods and their point values online. I started tracking on Monday, and have been more mindful than I ever remember of what and how much I am putting into my body. It's almost like a game, trying to get the most food as possible out of a day for less points. This means LOTS of veggies, which I need to eat more of anyways. I am going to try some new recipes this weekend, methinks, for some all-veggie meals.
On a sidenote: I never turn down bread. This has been big for me this week. Learning to say "No". I have always been the queen or giving in. But the more I say no, the easier it is! Granted, I have eaten bread this week. I'm definitely not doing a "no carb, no way, no McCain" (couldn't resist) diet. I'm just trying to work on cutting out the unnecessary extra. Like tomorrow night, I'm going to a birthday party, and I'll have a piece of cake. A small one.
Anyways, after our dinner, we popped into Borders before it closed so he could look for some norse mythology books, and I snagged Skinny Bitch (I've already read it but wanted my own personal copy) and The One Hundred: A Guide to the Pieces Every Stylish Woman Must Own by Nina Garcia (if you're a Project Runway addict like I am, you'd love this!). It's literally her A-Z of must-haves, fashion tips, and really cute illustrations by Ruben Toledo. It's a fun read so far, very girly, and very useful to someone like me who would love to have the innate ability to walk out the door looking fabulous every day, but just doesn't get it most of the time. So far it's covered A-line dress (a la Jackie O), animal print (can be very stylish if done tastefully [belt, shoes, scarf, one piece at a time], not trashy [head to toe leopard print???]), ankle bootie, aviators, ballet flat, bangles, belts, bikini, Blackberry, black opaque tights (I <3 tights, and the fact that she calls out girls who wear them as pants. They're not pants!!), and now I'm on to blazers.
The day is winding down much nicer than it started. I'm glad to be home, and am looking forward to a good nights sleep.
Monday, August 25, 2008
Annie Hall
I finally sat down this evening and watched Annie Hall, my latest Netflix delivery. It's been sitting on the coffee table for nearly two weeks, so I figured it's time to either watch it or send it back, as I'd like to get my money's worth.
Well, here's my "eh" review. It was good. Very smart, very well done in that quirky, Woody Allen way. A bit self-indulgent (duh), and at times pretentious. But it was very smart. He'll poke fun at anyone, most especially, himself. I really enjoyed being surprised. Once you get over Allen's sarcastic, whiny, not even subtle general smarminess, it's a little bit of a charming movie. I am crazy about Diane Keaton, and she was just lovely. And there were a handful of stars who were not yet famous (Jeff Goldblum) that I enjoyed seeing in cameos. Paul Simon was in it! I kept saying "That's got to be Paul Simon! But he has terrible hair!....But he has hair!"
I put Annie Hall on my queue because I want to see more of the "Top 100 Greatest Movies of All Time" or whatever that list is. I wouldn't consider it a waste. Woody Allen movies are pretty hit or miss with me. Sean can't stand him. I love Bullets Over Broadway. So, it just comes down to what you're in the mood for. I don't know if I'm ever "in the mood" for Woody Allen (Oh God I hope not!!) but I'll say that Annie Hall was a good one. I'll probably never watch it again, but it was good.
Well, here's my "eh" review. It was good. Very smart, very well done in that quirky, Woody Allen way. A bit self-indulgent (duh), and at times pretentious. But it was very smart. He'll poke fun at anyone, most especially, himself. I really enjoyed being surprised. Once you get over Allen's sarcastic, whiny, not even subtle general smarminess, it's a little bit of a charming movie. I am crazy about Diane Keaton, and she was just lovely. And there were a handful of stars who were not yet famous (Jeff Goldblum) that I enjoyed seeing in cameos. Paul Simon was in it! I kept saying "That's got to be Paul Simon! But he has terrible hair!....But he has hair!"
I put Annie Hall on my queue because I want to see more of the "Top 100 Greatest Movies of All Time" or whatever that list is. I wouldn't consider it a waste. Woody Allen movies are pretty hit or miss with me. Sean can't stand him. I love Bullets Over Broadway. So, it just comes down to what you're in the mood for. I don't know if I'm ever "in the mood" for Woody Allen (Oh God I hope not!!) but I'll say that Annie Hall was a good one. I'll probably never watch it again, but it was good.
Saturday, August 23, 2008
I need to stop being motivated. Honestly, I am losing whole weekends to cleaning frenzies! I showered like I planned to, and looked in my closet for something to wear and felt the inexplicable need to clean my closet, which I did, which turned into cleaning out my clothes, and an hour later, I have 2 full bags of clothes, a couple old purses and some shoes, ready to be donated Monday morning on the way to work.
It's good to feel accomplished, but the rest of the evening is going to consist of making something delicious for dinner and settling in for a movie or TV on DVD night. I am ignoring the floors begging to be swept, the dishes in the sink, and the scuzzy bathroom sink. I will not listen to their tempting call for clean surfaces.
I will let my house be dirty, darn it!
Our first month here, we kept this place pretty impeccable. It's been comfortable AND clean. The past couple weeks have been rather crazy with me going home 2 weekends in a row and general insanity at work, and I noticed things were getting messier, little by little. Could this mean we're settling into our normal state of mild disarray?
I'm the type of person who is not messy nor am I a neat freak. I am the type of person who will let a mess build up and then clean it all one day till everything sparkles and shines like it's meant to. So maybe I'm normalizing a bit in that I'm letting the mess creep into our lives.
When I think of it that way, I don't feel so bad.
As long as it's clean when we have company.
It's good to feel accomplished, but the rest of the evening is going to consist of making something delicious for dinner and settling in for a movie or TV on DVD night. I am ignoring the floors begging to be swept, the dishes in the sink, and the scuzzy bathroom sink. I will not listen to their tempting call for clean surfaces.
I will let my house be dirty, darn it!
Our first month here, we kept this place pretty impeccable. It's been comfortable AND clean. The past couple weeks have been rather crazy with me going home 2 weekends in a row and general insanity at work, and I noticed things were getting messier, little by little. Could this mean we're settling into our normal state of mild disarray?
I'm the type of person who is not messy nor am I a neat freak. I am the type of person who will let a mess build up and then clean it all one day till everything sparkles and shines like it's meant to. So maybe I'm normalizing a bit in that I'm letting the mess creep into our lives.
When I think of it that way, I don't feel so bad.
As long as it's clean when we have company.
I am in desperate need of a shower. I just spent 4 hours mowing, weed-whacking, sweeping, weeding, and trimming, and the outside of our house looks pretty darn awesome! I got a lot accomplished and now we're not the only house on the street with an overgrown sidewalk and a front porch that was long overdue for a sweeping. The walkway is cleared, the lawn is free of trash (we live right by a major intersection and I'm guessing cars and pedestrians see our lawn as fit for trash).
The downside is my arms and legs are covered in scratches as it was too hot for the long pants and sleeves I should have worn, and I am covered in bit of grass, dirt, and generally just need a good long shower.
which I will do....now!
The downside is my arms and legs are covered in scratches as it was too hot for the long pants and sleeves I should have worn, and I am covered in bit of grass, dirt, and generally just need a good long shower.
which I will do....now!
Friday, August 22, 2008
This past week, hopefully in a nutshell...
Well, I've had quite the emotional rollercoaster of a week. It started last Saturday with going to Boston for a college friends wedding, singing in said wedding and remembering why I love Boston so much. It was a beautiful day, a lovely wedding, and I was reunited with most of my closest Campus Ministry friends and colleagues.
I got home to Mom & Dad's late, Mom was up with Casey watching the Olympics, and went to bed shortly after I got home and we caught up. I got an atrocious night's sleep on the couch thanks to a cricket that had made it's way into the house and was happily chirping all night behind the bookcase across the room.
I received a phone call early Sunday morning from my friend Josh that a young man from our parish had passed away. I had met Robbie a little over a year ago when he joined the adult choir, and he was diagnosed with leukemia less than a year ago. He had been in and out of the hospital for chemo treatments and the whole shebang (that I can't even being to imagine), and in June the cancer was in remission. It came back though, and it came back hard. To quote his mom's eulogy, his body gave up before his spirit. Last Thursday he passed away surrounded by his family, friends and much of the hospital staff who had grown to know and love him.
The wake was sad, and we didn't stay long. I got out of work Monday for the funeral and sang with the choir. It was the most beautiful funeral I have ever been to. I mean that. The music was incredibly moving, his uncle and his mother gave remarks of remembrance, and the Mass as a whole had a message of inspiration in the midst of sadness. He was a great guy. He had the whole world ahead of him. It makes you stop and wonder how someone so good and kind and young (he was 20) could have been given that path. But I truly believe it is to be an inspiration to any and all who knew him, to go on and live a life that is full of joy and kindness and to just love each other. Whether it's a stranger or a family member or someone you've had a falling out with, you just have to love each other and treat each other with dignity and respect.
Keeping Robbie in mind all week, I think I was more prepared than I would have been for Wednesday.
Sean called to tell me he was going for a walk in the woods. A 7 mile walk. He would park in Weston at the trailhead and end up somewhere in Redding. And would I mind picking him up after work to bring him back to his car? No problem!
Well, there was a problem. I was out the door at 5:00 pm and discovered at 5:01 pm that my car wouldn't start. At all. The lights turned on fine, so it didn't seem to be a dead battery. A few coworkers deduced that it was the starter not catching and needing replacing. So I'm in Darien with a car that won't start and now Sean is standing in someone's front yard (where the trail ended) in Redding.
My sweet coworker offered to drive me to Sean (we've carpooled most of this summer since we live close to each other), and we picked Sean up at about 5:45, got his car, and made our way home.
In short, I work with a guy who does car repairs, and he was kind enough to offer to replace the starter for me after work yesterday. I was able to get a ride to work from a guy in my department, and a ride to the Bluefish game that evening (which I was helping chaperone the youth group for) by another coworker who lives in Fairfield. I received a call around 7 that the starter was replaced, but the battery was weak, it had maybe another 6 weeks in it and would need replacing, but could very well leave me stranded somewhere at any given time. Well then, I got a new battery!
I got a ride to work from my sweet coworker again this morning, and was able to drive Yota (my green Toyota) home after work! It started better than it's ever started for me.
So I am incredibly grateful not just for having a working car, but seeing Robbie's kind spirit in my coworkers this week who without question helped me out and made what could have been something incredibly stressful, incredibly easy. I love that I work with people who have these qualities and are more often like family away from home than coworkers.
I am excited because tonight I get to finally meet the new baby of the family I've been sitting for. She was born July 7, and I am hoping it's not too dramatic a night! I'm planning on putting her big sister (age 4) to work helping me find the baby's things, and I am SUPER excited because I haven't seen any of them since a week or two before the baby was born, and they are like another family away from home. I have a lot of families!
Time to go eat a little so I can go find them a little gift for the baby! THanks for reading :)
I got home to Mom & Dad's late, Mom was up with Casey watching the Olympics, and went to bed shortly after I got home and we caught up. I got an atrocious night's sleep on the couch thanks to a cricket that had made it's way into the house and was happily chirping all night behind the bookcase across the room.
I received a phone call early Sunday morning from my friend Josh that a young man from our parish had passed away. I had met Robbie a little over a year ago when he joined the adult choir, and he was diagnosed with leukemia less than a year ago. He had been in and out of the hospital for chemo treatments and the whole shebang (that I can't even being to imagine), and in June the cancer was in remission. It came back though, and it came back hard. To quote his mom's eulogy, his body gave up before his spirit. Last Thursday he passed away surrounded by his family, friends and much of the hospital staff who had grown to know and love him.
The wake was sad, and we didn't stay long. I got out of work Monday for the funeral and sang with the choir. It was the most beautiful funeral I have ever been to. I mean that. The music was incredibly moving, his uncle and his mother gave remarks of remembrance, and the Mass as a whole had a message of inspiration in the midst of sadness. He was a great guy. He had the whole world ahead of him. It makes you stop and wonder how someone so good and kind and young (he was 20) could have been given that path. But I truly believe it is to be an inspiration to any and all who knew him, to go on and live a life that is full of joy and kindness and to just love each other. Whether it's a stranger or a family member or someone you've had a falling out with, you just have to love each other and treat each other with dignity and respect.
Keeping Robbie in mind all week, I think I was more prepared than I would have been for Wednesday.
Sean called to tell me he was going for a walk in the woods. A 7 mile walk. He would park in Weston at the trailhead and end up somewhere in Redding. And would I mind picking him up after work to bring him back to his car? No problem!
Well, there was a problem. I was out the door at 5:00 pm and discovered at 5:01 pm that my car wouldn't start. At all. The lights turned on fine, so it didn't seem to be a dead battery. A few coworkers deduced that it was the starter not catching and needing replacing. So I'm in Darien with a car that won't start and now Sean is standing in someone's front yard (where the trail ended) in Redding.
My sweet coworker offered to drive me to Sean (we've carpooled most of this summer since we live close to each other), and we picked Sean up at about 5:45, got his car, and made our way home.
In short, I work with a guy who does car repairs, and he was kind enough to offer to replace the starter for me after work yesterday. I was able to get a ride to work from a guy in my department, and a ride to the Bluefish game that evening (which I was helping chaperone the youth group for) by another coworker who lives in Fairfield. I received a call around 7 that the starter was replaced, but the battery was weak, it had maybe another 6 weeks in it and would need replacing, but could very well leave me stranded somewhere at any given time. Well then, I got a new battery!
I got a ride to work from my sweet coworker again this morning, and was able to drive Yota (my green Toyota) home after work! It started better than it's ever started for me.
So I am incredibly grateful not just for having a working car, but seeing Robbie's kind spirit in my coworkers this week who without question helped me out and made what could have been something incredibly stressful, incredibly easy. I love that I work with people who have these qualities and are more often like family away from home than coworkers.
I am excited because tonight I get to finally meet the new baby of the family I've been sitting for. She was born July 7, and I am hoping it's not too dramatic a night! I'm planning on putting her big sister (age 4) to work helping me find the baby's things, and I am SUPER excited because I haven't seen any of them since a week or two before the baby was born, and they are like another family away from home. I have a lot of families!
Time to go eat a little so I can go find them a little gift for the baby! THanks for reading :)
Friday, August 15, 2008
Monday, August 11, 2008
A Life Less Ordinary
Today was not my average day, and you know what? It was fantastic. I need to have more extraordinary days more often.
Work was, well, pretty much the same. It was busy, I worked nonstop from 8:30-5:30 with brief breaks to go to the ladies room, get a cup of coffee, and heat up my leftovers for lunch. Even working an extra half hour, I could have probably done another hour. This new position is nonstop. I am trying to still help out my old boss so his life doesn't get crazy, but I did that for a month, and now it's time for me to do my job. *fist pump*
Anyways, now for the good stuff. First, I brought my bike back from MA. So I got home late last night, did not even take it out of the car. I didn't carpool today so that when I got out of work I could go for a ride before heading home. Well, midday there was a crazy rainstorm and I got incredibly disappointed. I was looking forward to my ride! Luckily, by 5:30 when I left work, the sun was shining in that great late afternoon, late summer way. I drove to Rowayton, which is a small, coastal part of Norwalk next to Darien. Think the Powder Point or Standish part of Duxbury, or Minot to Scituate. It's just a nice area of town by the water, great scenery, small windy roads so cars can't go fast. Perfect.
I rode for about 30 minutes around an area I am familiar with. The air was warm and the breeze as I rode felt so good. It smelled like saltwater and New England bliss. My knees started hurting on a very long, gradual incline, but I stuck with it and made my way back around to where I was parked. I didn't want to push it too hard, but I had to push it just a little.
I drove home, picked up some groceries so I can try making breakfast shakes in the morning. Strawberries, low fat yogurt, flax seed, and banana. Should be interesting. I'll report back on that. So once I got home, I just went straight out back, pulled out the push-mower and mowed the lawn. It had been about 2 weeks since the last mowing, and considering how much rain we've gotten, it had to get done! The mower Sean got is very easy to push, it took hardly any effort, so I got done quickly. I was enjoying the early evening air, so I went to work trimming back the hedges and greenery that has been creeping out into our lawn-space. I didn't go too crazy, but I got some battle scars from a prickly vine that was growing over the bulkhead. I had no idea it was thorny and now my left arm looks like it's covered in track-marks. But I digress...
It was so peaceful and meditative to be outside. Our Italian neighbors were sitting out on the patio, and they were speaking fluent Italian to each other, and I just loved it. It had no idea what they were talking about, which was great because I just loved listening to the language and the sound of people enjoying being outside. Sometimes it's hard to feel like I can enjoy spending time outside because of the noise and bustle that comes with living not only in an urban setting, but a block from a hospital. But the background noise was relatively quiet, and it gave me 2 hours outside that I don't normally give myself.
After that, I strung up some outdoorsy lights I found at Christmas Tree Shops (one strand of seashells, one strand of lighthouses), so now when we have guests over we don't have to rush inside once the sun sets.
So, I didn't spend the night cleaning the house. I didn't cook dinner. I didn't plop on the couch in front of the Boob Tube (a phrase coined by my dad, as far as I know. The longer you sit in front of it, the bigger your boobs get...because you're getting fat.). I didn't sit in front of the computer (this blog post doesn't count). I was on my feet, moving around, breathing fresh air, and it felt really refreshing, invigorating, all those wonderful feelings!
Now, it's time to sit back and eat some food, something I haven't done yet since getting home. I already showered, I think it'll be an early night to bed.
Work was, well, pretty much the same. It was busy, I worked nonstop from 8:30-5:30 with brief breaks to go to the ladies room, get a cup of coffee, and heat up my leftovers for lunch. Even working an extra half hour, I could have probably done another hour. This new position is nonstop. I am trying to still help out my old boss so his life doesn't get crazy, but I did that for a month, and now it's time for me to do my job. *fist pump*
Anyways, now for the good stuff. First, I brought my bike back from MA. So I got home late last night, did not even take it out of the car. I didn't carpool today so that when I got out of work I could go for a ride before heading home. Well, midday there was a crazy rainstorm and I got incredibly disappointed. I was looking forward to my ride! Luckily, by 5:30 when I left work, the sun was shining in that great late afternoon, late summer way. I drove to Rowayton, which is a small, coastal part of Norwalk next to Darien. Think the Powder Point or Standish part of Duxbury, or Minot to Scituate. It's just a nice area of town by the water, great scenery, small windy roads so cars can't go fast. Perfect.
I rode for about 30 minutes around an area I am familiar with. The air was warm and the breeze as I rode felt so good. It smelled like saltwater and New England bliss. My knees started hurting on a very long, gradual incline, but I stuck with it and made my way back around to where I was parked. I didn't want to push it too hard, but I had to push it just a little.
I drove home, picked up some groceries so I can try making breakfast shakes in the morning. Strawberries, low fat yogurt, flax seed, and banana. Should be interesting. I'll report back on that. So once I got home, I just went straight out back, pulled out the push-mower and mowed the lawn. It had been about 2 weeks since the last mowing, and considering how much rain we've gotten, it had to get done! The mower Sean got is very easy to push, it took hardly any effort, so I got done quickly. I was enjoying the early evening air, so I went to work trimming back the hedges and greenery that has been creeping out into our lawn-space. I didn't go too crazy, but I got some battle scars from a prickly vine that was growing over the bulkhead. I had no idea it was thorny and now my left arm looks like it's covered in track-marks. But I digress...
It was so peaceful and meditative to be outside. Our Italian neighbors were sitting out on the patio, and they were speaking fluent Italian to each other, and I just loved it. It had no idea what they were talking about, which was great because I just loved listening to the language and the sound of people enjoying being outside. Sometimes it's hard to feel like I can enjoy spending time outside because of the noise and bustle that comes with living not only in an urban setting, but a block from a hospital. But the background noise was relatively quiet, and it gave me 2 hours outside that I don't normally give myself.
After that, I strung up some outdoorsy lights I found at Christmas Tree Shops (one strand of seashells, one strand of lighthouses), so now when we have guests over we don't have to rush inside once the sun sets.
So, I didn't spend the night cleaning the house. I didn't cook dinner. I didn't plop on the couch in front of the Boob Tube (a phrase coined by my dad, as far as I know. The longer you sit in front of it, the bigger your boobs get...because you're getting fat.). I didn't sit in front of the computer (this blog post doesn't count). I was on my feet, moving around, breathing fresh air, and it felt really refreshing, invigorating, all those wonderful feelings!
Now, it's time to sit back and eat some food, something I haven't done yet since getting home. I already showered, I think it'll be an early night to bed.
Thursday, August 7, 2008
I Smell Something
It's football season!!! That's right, the Patriots are on tonight playing a preseason exhibition game against the Baltimore Ravens. It's too hot for me to wear my Bruschi jersey, but man it's good to see those boys on the field again.
Oh, and Brett Favre is going to the Jets. While I respect him as a great player, sometimes enough is enough. Clearly, his apparent "retirement" seemed to be more of a publicity stunt to catapult this drama.
Oh, and Brett Favre is going to the Jets. While I respect him as a great player, sometimes enough is enough. Clearly, his apparent "retirement" seemed to be more of a publicity stunt to catapult this drama.
There's no place like home...
Have you ever had a time in your life when you were in a true state of panic/fear and couldn't do anything about it?
I left work a little late today, around 5:30, and seeing the highway was jammed, I took some back roads through Norwalk into Westport, enjoying the waterfront scenery. I hopped on the highway at exit 17 and then off again at exit 18, as it was no better the further north I got. I was just about through Southport when Sean called me wondering if I was ok.
"Yeah, I'm on my way home, why?"
"There's a mega storm right over our house, and a tornado warning in effect."
Oh. Crap. I saw the grey clouds and rain, knowingt hey'd forecasted showers for the night. A tornado warning is a different story. I have a fear of tornados, I have nightmares about them all the time, and you couldn't pay me any amount of money to live in the south or midwest to experience these things on a regular basis.
I got back on the highway, as it looked like it was moving faster, and I was wrong. Stuck in a parking lot of traffic, I watched lightning bolts strike down about a mile ahead of me, and looking at the open sky above the highway I was not feeling very safe. I started feeling a bit claustrophobic, and more than anything just wanted to be home where at least I have a basement.
It took quite a while to cut up through town to my street, and when I got there, there was firefighters guiding traffic around a few large power lines that had fallen across the intersection to my street. I went down a couple blocks and made my way up to the halfway point of our street, thought I was free and clear.
Well, apparently my town has no drainage system, because there were 3 massive streams of water going across different points of my street, making me wonder if I'd be floating my way down to the Long Island Sound in attempting to cross them. Luckily, they weren't as deep as they looked (but they were deep), and I got to my house, scrambled inside from the pouring rain, and now here I am, breathing a sigh of relief and so incredibly grateful that Sean had already cooked dinner and it's waiting in the fridge for me to heat up.
I left work a little late today, around 5:30, and seeing the highway was jammed, I took some back roads through Norwalk into Westport, enjoying the waterfront scenery. I hopped on the highway at exit 17 and then off again at exit 18, as it was no better the further north I got. I was just about through Southport when Sean called me wondering if I was ok.
"Yeah, I'm on my way home, why?"
"There's a mega storm right over our house, and a tornado warning in effect."
Oh. Crap. I saw the grey clouds and rain, knowingt hey'd forecasted showers for the night. A tornado warning is a different story. I have a fear of tornados, I have nightmares about them all the time, and you couldn't pay me any amount of money to live in the south or midwest to experience these things on a regular basis.
I got back on the highway, as it looked like it was moving faster, and I was wrong. Stuck in a parking lot of traffic, I watched lightning bolts strike down about a mile ahead of me, and looking at the open sky above the highway I was not feeling very safe. I started feeling a bit claustrophobic, and more than anything just wanted to be home where at least I have a basement.
It took quite a while to cut up through town to my street, and when I got there, there was firefighters guiding traffic around a few large power lines that had fallen across the intersection to my street. I went down a couple blocks and made my way up to the halfway point of our street, thought I was free and clear.
Well, apparently my town has no drainage system, because there were 3 massive streams of water going across different points of my street, making me wonder if I'd be floating my way down to the Long Island Sound in attempting to cross them. Luckily, they weren't as deep as they looked (but they were deep), and I got to my house, scrambled inside from the pouring rain, and now here I am, breathing a sigh of relief and so incredibly grateful that Sean had already cooked dinner and it's waiting in the fridge for me to heat up.
Friday, August 1, 2008
To Wear, or What Not to Wear?
That is the question.
Tomorrow evening Sean and I are meeting his parents at Foxwoods for the Blues Brothers concert at the new MGM Grand. I have no idea what to wear. I could get decked out in a cute dress and cute shoes, but we're eating dinner at Hard Rock Cafe, and then wandering around the casino before the show. Plus it's an hour and a half car ride to get there. So, cute shoes may not be the most comfortable option. I have a couple options, I suppose...
After trying on a few different outfits, here are a couple options...
I really like this blue dress, I feel like it fits me well and looks nice with a bit of a tan. Not sure if it's concert appropriate though...Might whip this one out for a wedding I'm singing at in Boston in 2 weeks instead...Honestly, I have had this dress for 3 or 4 years and have worn it once. I've gotta wear it more often...
I've been looking for an occasion to wear this top (another I've had for 2 years and haven't worn...) as it's very comfortable, I can wear a normal bra and it doesn't hang out, and it hangs loosely which is good if it gets hot in the concert. I could easily sub in some dark jeans if it's cooler tomorrow like they're saying it might be...
And finally....this is the one I am leaning towards. Light, cute, comfortable, normal-bra-wearable (isn't it amazing how you can pick an outfit completely dependent on the comfort level of the bra and underwear that you have to wear?)...It's a toss up between this and the black and white outfit above. What do you think?
I'll probably change my mind a few times tomorrow, depending on the weather, my mood, my water weight (HA!)...Let me know what you think!
Tomorrow evening Sean and I are meeting his parents at Foxwoods for the Blues Brothers concert at the new MGM Grand. I have no idea what to wear. I could get decked out in a cute dress and cute shoes, but we're eating dinner at Hard Rock Cafe, and then wandering around the casino before the show. Plus it's an hour and a half car ride to get there. So, cute shoes may not be the most comfortable option. I have a couple options, I suppose...
After trying on a few different outfits, here are a couple options...
I really like this blue dress, I feel like it fits me well and looks nice with a bit of a tan. Not sure if it's concert appropriate though...Might whip this one out for a wedding I'm singing at in Boston in 2 weeks instead...Honestly, I have had this dress for 3 or 4 years and have worn it once. I've gotta wear it more often...
I've been looking for an occasion to wear this top (another I've had for 2 years and haven't worn...) as it's very comfortable, I can wear a normal bra and it doesn't hang out, and it hangs loosely which is good if it gets hot in the concert. I could easily sub in some dark jeans if it's cooler tomorrow like they're saying it might be...
And finally....this is the one I am leaning towards. Light, cute, comfortable, normal-bra-wearable (isn't it amazing how you can pick an outfit completely dependent on the comfort level of the bra and underwear that you have to wear?)...It's a toss up between this and the black and white outfit above. What do you think?
I'll probably change my mind a few times tomorrow, depending on the weather, my mood, my water weight (HA!)...Let me know what you think!
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