Monday, December 31, 2007

Is It Pathetic...

...that I really really want this?

A New Low

Saturday afternoon I stopped at Target for a couple of random things. When I got back to my car, I saw an almost-full pack of McDonald's french fries sitting right under the driver's side door. The fries themselves weren't even touching the ground. So I thought...for a few seconds...about eating a couple of them.

Sue me, I was hungry! I wasn't eating dinner for at least another hour!!

I didn't do it. But obviously I'm still thinking about those fries.

Wednesday, December 12, 2007

I Know People Mean Well, But...

...please, please, please stop asking me how I'm feeling every time you see me or email me. It's enough with that already. It makes me feel like I should be feeling bad or something. I don't feel bad! I get some of the usual aches and pains associated with being 21 weeks pregnant. Also stop asking me if I feel the baby all the time. I don't. I feel it every day, but not every single second of the day. That also makes me worried that there is something wrong with me. I worry enough as it is.

What Up, Cuz?

So I have to give a shout-out to my sister, aka WassyGirl...she's pregs!!

Due in July, WassyBaby will only be a couple of months younger than the growing one inhabiting my uterus! They will be the same age! In the same grade!! Isn't that great??

I liked having cousins who were around my age. In fact, my sister and our one cousin were in the same grade and they were the best of friends. Pretty awesome!

Thursday, December 6, 2007

Snow Looks Pretty When You See It From Your Window

We definitely got more than the reported 2 inches of snow yesterday. It snowed from about 8 in the morning to about 9 last night. Brian went out and shoveled around 6:30, and cleaned my car off for me, too. (aw)

So this morning, I go out and my damn car's covered in snow! Fine. So I turn the car on and let the defroster go at full blast. Then I get out of the car and open the rear door on the driver's side to get out my ice scraper/snow getter-offer thingy. And lo and behold, it's not there!! What the...

Admittedly, my car isn't immaculate. There is shit all over the backseat. But still, I always keep the snow getter-offer in the same spot on the floor right under my seat. It wasn't freaking there. I went through everything in the back of the car and it was just gone. I even looked in my trunk. No dice.

I can only assume that when I got my car fixed earlier this year after it was rear ended that the people who fixed it stole my snow getter-offer. I'm pissed. I really liked that thing, and it wasn't cheap.

So what did I do to clean the snow off my car (that was about 3 inches thick, might I add)? I took my yoga mat, which hasn't seen a yoga studio in well over a year, and brushed all the snow off with it. It wasn't the best, but it worked and I got to the subway station in no time.

Which leads me to my next story. I sit down on the subway and open 'Eat, Pray, Love' which is just fantastic, by the way. Aaahhh.

And then this freak with a ski cap on and a coat that says 'Ferrari' across the back sits down next to me. His knuckles were as hairy as my head. I am pointedly reading my book. The train hasn't even started yet. And he asks, "Are you getting off at Charles Center?" To which I reply, "No," and go back to reading my book.

And then he has the nerve to ask a follow-up question. "Well, where are you getting off?" Well I never! I looked down at his hairy knuckles and up at his face and said, "Shot Tower." And he said, "Okay, that works."

Um, what? As if he was giving me permission to get off at that stop. I just rolled my eyes and went back to reading.

I know why he asked me, too. He asked me because most people get off at Charles Center, and that way he won't have to get up to let me out of my seat (I had a window seat) BEFORE Charles Center, because clearly that's where he was going. I get off at Shot Tower, the stop after Charles Center.

I almost told that hairy bastard to go drive his Ferrari.

Monday, December 3, 2007


I have a sore throat. This sucks. That's all.