Did I mention I let the husband buy frogs? Yes, frogs, as in more than one. They're not big noisy frogs, but tiny water frogs. They're kind of cute, in a small spotted frog manner. Sort of.
The husband was itching for a pet of some sort. A dog and/or a cat are out of the question right now and I said absolutely not to the bird and ferret idea. I suppose a frog was the next best thing, although I would have preferred a fish or well, nothing. But the husband, he begged. I agreed to the purchase because, like a five year old boy, he promised he would clean and feed them and I wouldn't have to do a thing. So far, he has stuck to the agreement but we do have a problem...
THEY STINK!
Two days in, I walked into the room and was hit with the froggy smell. Two days, not long enough to require a complete cleaning of the tank yet it smelled...aughh..awful. Oh, so very nasty.
The husband and my brother both tell me I'm overreacting. We moved the tank closer to the window, which has helped but not enough. I've gone through an entire bottle of febreeze and have three sented candles burning in there. I can still smell them. Ick. Something tells me those frogs will soon be living in the basement.
I've been trying to avoid writing about how awful and depressing the weather here has been for the last oh, 30 days. My reason for holding back is not because I love this weather, I've hinted at my dislike in a few photo posts, but because, ugh, complaining about it is so annoying. It's dark, it's depressing. It's apparently here to stay. Life will be a little less depressing once we accept this.
But, well, I'm complaining about it now. I was pushed over the edge when I checked the forecast for Seattle. It's sunny in Seattle. And probably Philadelphia too.
What do I love about living in suburbia? Nothing, I don't like living in suburbia. I'm an urban girl and after three years of living in suburbia, I'm pretty positive that I always will be.
Now, don't get me wrong, suburbia has it's perks. The school systems are great and the parks are clean oh, and probably a tad bit safer, though not by much. Lets see, what else. What Else. What Else. Well, I'm sure there are more but I really can't think of any others at the moment. All I know is that suburbia just does not appeal to me.
City life though, now that is something that appeals to me. In the city, I don't have to be dependent on my car. If I need something at the store, I most likely can walk or jump on a bus or train. There are hundreds of restaurants to choose from without having to driving 60 minutes away. Oh, and there are parks for adults. No, not that type of park. I almost forgot about jobs! Yes, there are jobs out in suburbia but there are significantly more in the city. Unlike my suburbia list, I could go on for hours in the city category.
I don't know what got into me when I agreed to move our newlywed selves out of the city and into the land of suburbia. We were trying to be smart financially I suppose. Oh, what I would give to go back in time and tell myself that "home ownership" isn't worth giving up being happy for. Live and learn.
Apparently, Someone turned Jane Austen's "Pride and Prejudice" into a story about zombies, appropriately titled "Pride and Prejudice and Zombies" My first thought when hearing about this book was: "Well, at least they went with zombies and not vampires" Seriously, the vampire thing is getting old, but that's an opinion to be saved for a different post. My second thought was simply: "Really?"
So, really, Why?
On the flip side, why not?
I get the "creativity" aspect, but it just seems very odd to me. Some things should be left alone, like movies that don't really need a sequel. I know I have to read it to fully understand it. Thankfully, while I was in Borders this afternoon buying a new copy of the original, the cashier pretty much forced the Zombie book on me. I have every intention of starting it tomorrow. Hopefully it will be worth the time!


There is a rumor that the sun is actually going to make an appearance today. I'm not very optimistic, but I did get my self out of bed early to get the gym out of the way, just in case.
Not that I really wanted to get the gym "out of the way." I've actually been enjoying going again since my little L.A. vacation. A break does the body and mind good! So much good that I actually ran on the treadmill the other day! I believe that I've written before how I was afraid of running on the treadmill. I'll walk, at a 15 incline and 4.3+ speed, but I won't run...because I'm petrified of falling off. Crazy/insane, I know.
I finally forced myself to get over this the other day when I realized it was never going to stop raining. I have a new workout plan and want to start running at least three days a week. I suppose if I want to stick to my new plan, I need to be flexible. Although, it would be nice if Mother Nature would work with me.
Ohh! Sun! Bye!
Colleen is 29 30 yrs old and lives with "The Husband" somewhere between Boston and Cambridge. (Ok, this is no longer true but I'm still not ready to admit to this)
Her days are spent searching for needles in haystacks (this is also no longer true. I should probably re-write this huh?) and hugging her coach bag. Her nights are spent doing anything but house work.