Someday, I suppose

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Not much for talking today…

I spent too much time in the car on Sunday and not enough time skiing. (I broke myself and spent the entire day in first aid.  w00t!)  Spending all that time alone, with just the voices in my head to keep me company is never a good thing. There’s some stuff going on behind the scenes that’s pretty heavy and I think there are some decisions I need to make.  Decisions I’m not ready to make.  Decisions I don’t want to have to make.

It’s hard to blog about stuff like that here.  It’s just as hard to do on my other blog - where I’m a lot more open and have very few boundaries about what I’ll discuss.  That tells me I need to spend more time with the moleskine and scritchy fountain pens working it out on paper.  Putting it out for the world - or even a few trusted friends - just doesn’t feel right. 

The more I sort it out, the more things get distorted.
I sort of think I’m better off just leaving it unsorted.
The more I try to change its course, the more off course it goes.
Of course I’ll reach my destination. Someday. I suppose.
- “Someday I Suppose” (MIghty Mighty Bosstones)

 

It’s all your fault, sieve!

boston college at boston university :: agganis arena :: january 17, 2009

# 1—
For Newton, For Newton
The Outhouse on the hill!
For Newton, For Newton
They suck and always will!
So here’s to the outhouse on the hill,
Cause Boston College sucks and they always will,
For Newton, For Newton,
The outhouse on the hill!

# 2—
Jerry York is a horse’s ass!
He’s the meanest!
Sucks the biggest penis!
Jerry York is a horse’s ass!

# 3—
F*ck ‘em up! F*ck ‘em up!
BC SUCKS!
(Sieve, sieve, sieve, sieve, sieve!!!!)

I LOVE when we hold BC winless in the series.  Even more so when we do it twice at home.

I highly doubt we’ll see them in the Beanpot Championship game, but I hope they beat Northeastern.  It will make the ‘Pot that much more interesting.

HOLY SHIT!

snhu transcript ::  summa cum laude :: january 15, 2009

I’m going to break my no swearing rule…

HOLY!  FUCKING!  SHIT!

I did it.  Really.

I graduated Summa Cum Laude.

*happy dance*

(Sorry for the crap image - I iPhone’d it because I couldn’t wait for the scanner to warm up.)

Does this look familiar to anyone else, or is it just me?

atm :: new hampshire sheep and wool festival :: may 10, 2008

She’s the coolest of the cool
She’s the toughest of the tough
She’s the grooviest punk rock girl
She’s the queen of the scene in the neighborhood - “Tamara’s a Punk” (The Queers)

That is, to my knowledge, the only song with my name in it.  Of course, they pronounce it incorrectly (It’s tah-mar-ah, not tam-air-ah. Or, if it helps, think of it like yesterday, today and tamara.  (thanks, V!)), but it’s Hampton, NH’s The Queers!  (We live one town south of Hampton, which to me, is uber cool. We also buy our pizza from the Papa Gino’s where Pamela Smart’s teen lover worked,  but I digress.  Ah, Seabrook, you certainly are an interesting little town.)

Anyhoo, work’s been eating me alive to the point where one of our vendors is placing bets on how long I’ll stay.  It’s not that the job sucks so much, it’s just that I inherited an ungodly mess.  It will get better in time, I know this, but holy hannah it bites the big one right now.  It’s a good day when I can hold my own with the big boys.  A lot of the vendors have begun to love me, as have a lot of our clients, because I don’t mince words and I can cuss like a sailor.  [You wouldn’t know that from this blog, but spend a few minutes with me in real life and you’ll see.]  Working in construction isn’t so different from working in hockey. Or being an only child with an ex-cop as a dad.  You learn how to handle yourself.  You grow certain bits that do not belong on women. You earn the right to hold the secret key.

BU lost to a 1-8-1 team last night.  All I have to say is Rollheiser = FAIL!  OMG! That kid sucks. I know Saturday is BC - which is a HUGE game - so he probably wanted to rest Millan, but dude, bring Bennett back from exile.  Or let Kraus play.  ANYTHING but putting Rollheiser in net.

So, yeah, BC on Saturday and skiing on Sunday.  Hopefully I come back from Stratton alive!  It’s been a while since I’ve gone skiing (on a real mountain), but I can definitely use the distraction.

 

Things that make me happy on a really bad, bad, terrible day

instrument the band :: the warehouse, hartford ct :: december 14, 2008

I had an absolutely terrible day at work today.  It was the kind of Monday where quitting sounds better every. single. second.  I don’t know why Mondays at the new employer are so phenomenally bad, but they are.  It makes me wonder if I’d do better shifting to a Tuesday - Saturday work week…

But today had some moments that pulled me from the brink.  To those people and things I am beyond grateful.

1) Twisted Sister’s “We’re Not Gonna Take It.”  Perfect song for sitting in traffic after a crap day.

2) Cousin Oliver’s “Shot My Boss.”  Ditto.

3) Wally Pleasant’s “Stupid Day Job.” Double ditto.

4) AAA of Northern New England for taking responsibility for their tow truck driver’s stupidity and sending us a check to replace the two rear tires on the Jetta. (We needed to replace both of them! Grrr.)  Still mad that the tow truck company told us to go *** ourselves, but really happy AAA picked up the entire tab.

5) R.E.M.‘s “Ignoreland”.  Best gratuitous use of the f-word today.

6) Not one but TWO Lamy Safari limited edition fountain pens in the mail today.

7) The thought that there’s a BU hockey game tomorrow and they’re giving away free t-shirts.  Bonus!

8) Hearing that someone whose opinion I respect really enjoyed what I thought were crappy pictures.  And made a point to ask me if I would take more. 

*sigh*  Now I can go to bed with the weight of the world removed off my shoulders… until next Monday.  *grin*