Dazed n Confuzzled

Do I feel warm?

Last night I wanted two things, pizza and a movie. So we went to Patriots Place, which is an hour away from where we live. I know it seems like my football obsession has gotten out of hand, but I assure you, it had nothing to do with me wanting to go to the ProShop (again) to get yet another sweater and magnet (I did) and everything to do with pizza. I know, weird.

See, there is a restaurant down there that has the best pizza, imo. For someone who is married to a guy who practically lives on pizza, it all tastes the same to me, blah. The pizza from this place though? So not blah. Far from blah and even better, the husband likes it too (he is very picky about his pizza). Sadly, the wait was way too long and we didn't have enough time to wait without missing the movie. Damn you fandango and your funny commercials, forcing me to buy my tickets before leaving the house (although, I think it was movietickets.com that I actually used to buy them, but whatever)!  So instead, we ended up at Qdoba. Pizza? Burrito? Same thing right? Yeah, no. Such a let down.

And that wasn't the only let down of the night.

The other let down, obviously, was the movie. We saw A Christmas Carrol, which actually wasn't bad. It would have been ten times better if we didn't have a birthday party of 10 kids behind us, kids who were dropping the f-bomb every other word and who also were hacking up lungs. I know this was, in theory, a kids movie, but really, these kids were pests. If they were not going to be stopped from talking, they should have at least been told to knock off the swearing. And the coughing? I couldn't see them but I'm pretty sure they were not covering their mouths, which means that I most likely subjected myself to the "pig" flu by going to the movies last night. I know, I subject myself to it every day when I leave the house but this was a little to close for comfort. I tired to deal but after an hour of breathing into my jacket (shut up!!) I made the husband leave. It's a Christmas Carol, the remakes are practically all the same. I'll catch it next year on TV, after Elf of course. 

So now I'm in freak out mode. All day I've been worried that I'm getting a sore throat and I swear I have a fever. I've been downing the dayquil like water, all because I wanted pizza and a movie. Pizza that I didn't get and a movie I didn't get to watch. I should have stayed home. Grrrrr.

What does one do on a Saturday at 6AM?

Looking back at the past week, I think its fair to say that I was a little tired and a little cranky. No, that isn't fair. I was REALLY TIRED and REALLY CRANKY this week. I attacked my alarm clock every morning like I assume I would attack a burglar, by throwing things at it and then hiding under my pillow pretending it wasn't there. And yet, it continued to go off and I continued to get my ass out of bed and drag it around like a lost dog all damn day, never really getting out of that morning, hazy funk. (I know, a lost dog? I don't get it either but it sounded funny so...shush)

I managed to be "pleasant" during the day but at night, well, even I called myself an annoying nagging witch. With a B.  So why on a Saturday, the I can sleep in day, was I wide awake at 6AM?  Why? No really, WHYYYYYYYY?!?!?!?

Yes, I was whining as I typed that. And No, I didn't go to bed early last night. In fact, I went to bed at 2AM. WTH?!?!

On a different subject, what is "Glee" and when does it go away? Also, how did the soundtrack end up on my itunes list? KC isn't anywhere in sight so I know it wasn't him/her/it. (Heh. Yeah, I called you it. Deal.)

Shake Shake Shake

Okay, I may be wrong but...no, I'm not wrong. Back sometime in September I had the brakes done in my car. Pads, routers, etc. With only a thousand or so miles on them, the brakes are still fairly brand new. So I shouldn't be hearing a...grinding noise when braking right?!?!?! I'm far from an expert when it comes to cars but I'm pretty sure I should hear nothing but me screaming at traffic when driving. 

It is the worst sound and feeling to ever be heard or felt in a car.

Did that sound as bad as I think it sounds?

Anyways, it isn't happening all the time, and the car does stop when I press the brake, obviously.  But for the last day or so, every once in a while when I brake, and I'm not braking hard or fast, my annoying car will make this awful sound and shake...a lot. 

Thankfully, my handy dandy (did I really just say that?) brother will look at it for me tomorrow. I'm hoping it is something easy and cheap to fix but I know it won't be. Which is why I'll be spending some time tonight researching new cars. Because that is what I do when I have major car problems, dump em. Like my high school boyfriend.

Time to harvest the donuts

So, the new 'time suck' in my life? Farmville. I'm too busy harvesting crops, milking cows, collecting eggs and truffles as well as sending gifts and fertilizing my neighbor's farms to write or you know, clean my own house.

And its all "Dharma's" fault. Dharma, also known as my Favorite Michelle, did a huge favor for me the other day and cleaned up my dead, brown farm by accepting over 100 (or something like that) farmville gifts and arranged them only like a true farmville decorator could do. It was perfect and for the last four days, I've been trying to do my best to maintain it. I mean, I couldn't ask her to clean it up for me and then just abandon it!

So every morning, before leaving the house I've been signing on to harvest and then the second I get home at night, I'm signing on again to harvest some more (if needed), send gifts and help my neighbors. I'm friendly like that.

It sounds like it should be a quick and easy thing but oh no, its time consuming. I think I spent an hour and a half alone the other night. Time I should have spent cleaning my bathroom or working on that pesky book (I keep meaning to write about that, maybe tomorrow). I don't know how my friends who maintain a farm, a youville apartment and a restaurant/cafe do it. I would try myself but I think I need to hold the line at farmville. I like my farmville character better than my yoville one anyways!

Amy Whateverherlastnameis, so last year?

I spent a good chunk of time in the south end this afternoon. Since our friend moved to another part of town last year, we rarely find ourselves in that area but this afternoon, lunch at Stephanie's on Tremont got us in the general vicinity.  Why I wasted time telling you that is beyond me, it has nothing to do with what I want to write about and really, who cares that Kate and I had lunch at Stephanie's (sans Stephanie who migrated south for the week...come back third wheel, come back!)

Anyways....

I'm not a huge fan of Halloween. I actually sort of forgot about it ...until we got to the South End where it was pretty obvious that they didn't forget about Halloween. Nope, they didn't forget at all, in fact, Kate and I seemed to be out of place not being in costume. It was rather entertaining. Seeing people running their normal errands or having a normal lunch while dressed as a beatle (Ringo) or Pippy and even MJ, hilarious. What confused me though was the three or four people we saw dressed up as Amy Winehouse. I could be wrong on this, although considering TMZ is one of the first sites I load every morning I'm most likely not wrong,  wasn't Amy Wino "like so last year?" Or so yesterday? Oh wait...that's Hillary Duff, sorry.

6 points. 6 points

You're not a true football fan (fair weather, bandwagon, whatever) if the only thing you can do is tell me the name of the teams hot/GQ player. I don't care if you have a fantasy football team or not, those things can be managed without a lot of knowledge (believe me, I won my non-work team a few years ago when the only thing I could tell you about football was well...who NE's QB was/is). If you can't answer a simple question about the actual game then you fall into the not a true fan category.

I just don't understand how one can even attempt to claim to be a true fan when he/she argues with you that a TD is 7 points. But its okay, I used to be one too...except I would always admit to it...

Lame

I discovered something this morning. I have no idea how to put an outfit together. I have a closet FULL of clothes but have no idea what sweater looks best with the blue skirt or what top looks best with my favorite pink cardigan. That dress looks better with a belt, right? No? Maybe? Ughhh.

And shoes. The shoes. Yeah. The shoes. 

Could this be the reason why I've been on one long shopping binge - by the way, Ann Taylor sent me the same email twice this morning regarding their maternity line. Rub it in AT, rub it in - these last few weeks? Or am I once again trying to justify my irresponsibility with a lame excuse? Don't scream lame excuse so fast. I think we can meet in the middle on this one.  

My lack of creativity/ability to put together a proper outfit is causing me to throw one adult temper tantrum after another in the early, dark hours of the morning. In a fit of rage, I turn to the web where...okay lame excuse. I'll keep the credit card cemented in ice.

Shop till you drop

So I left the house this morning with the intention of going to Target. I ended up at Ann Taylor Loft - which I guess is called 'The Loft' now. Target and Ann errr I mean The Loft are no where near each other in location, I simply needed tights and figured that The Loft has tights...and more. More like a cute stripped sweater that will go perfect with my cute new skirt. And shoes. And pants. And watch.

I know that Target has "more" too but that is a different type of more. Picture frames, movies, etc. type of more. I justified my decision by telling myself that I would end up spending an insane amount of money at Target than the store with the new name because of the hundreds of other options at Target. At the store with the new name, I knew I didn't like a good percentage of the items they have out right now so I figured I made the right decision.

Yeah, I have zero self control. 

I did manage to leave The Loft with just the tights and the sweater but I then went into Borders and Makeup Alley and well, I would have been better off at Target. 

I was doing so well keeping things in line shopping wise. But then this need came up for business like clothes and it all went to hell.

Someone needs to freeze my credit card ala shopaholic style again. Fast.

Shh..don't tell my mother

I have the itch. You know, the baby itch. Crazy huh?

It has been sneaking up on me over the last year or so and has been growing stronger and stronger. Okay, so it's probably been around for more than a 'year or so' but I used to be able to brush it aside without too much thought. I can't seem to do that anymore. I can't walk past the baby section at Target without stopping and I may or may not have scrolled through a list of baby names online...twice...times ten.

I'm not sure why I've had a change of heart. Probably because I'm constantly reminded by my mother that, and I quote, "By the time I was your  age I had a _ and a _ year old."  But most likely because I realized a few weeks ago that I'm almost 6 months away from 32. Whats that noise? Oh yeah - Tick Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

Unfortunately, or fortunately, I'm in a holding pattern for a while. Err, I mean, we're in a holding pattern. The timing is not right - I know, I know, the timing will never be right - and I should probably continue to take care of the whole anxiety thing first but still...the itch!!!!!! 

Ugh!  Where is the anti-baby cortizone?!

SAY NO TO SNOW!

Nothing says TGIF like walking out your front door first thing in the morning to find snow.

Snow. Snow in October. I'm really hoping that this is a fluke because Snow + October = ICK. 

ICK.ICK.ICK.ICK.ICK.ICK.ICK.

It probably would be more appropriate for me to say 'Snow + (insert month here) = ICK' as I hate snow any month of the year. I'm all for cool, even cold weather but snow? No. No snow. 

SAY NO TO SNOW!

Thankfully it didn't stick but it did cause chaos on the roads. Why must mother nature mess with the weather during the rush hours? What should have been a forty-five minute commute took me an hour and twenty minutes. Not how I envisioned my Friday morning, of course, it could have been worse had I not been smart enough to leave myself extra time. I'm good like that, what can I say?!?!

This has to be a fluke, otherwise, it's going to be a long winter! Wait, didn't I say at the end of last winter that I would be in SF this year? HAHAHA. Ahem. Wah.