You dirty little smuggler…

boba fett :: london :: september 1, 2008

I actually had one of those work weeks that started out completely terrible and got better as the weekend approached. That NEVER happens.  Normally, it goes downhill and it never stops.  Part of joy of this particular job, I suppose. Eh.  I didn’t spend all that money on a career counselor and all those hours tearing apart and rebuilding my resume to walk away from what WILL be my perfect job. I just need patience.  Not one of my strong suits, but after a few weeks in, I knew this job was a three year plan, easy.  Assuming I don’t go to jail for murder…  or that they can still afford to keep me on board…  I’ll stay as long as I can. 

I suppose a huge help was knowing that tonight was BU vs. Northeastern.  We were a point behind them in the Hockey East standings, ranked above them nationally (# 1 vs # 4), and the Beanpot championship game definitely brought out the best in both teams.  I was twitchy once 3 PM rolled around.  I couldn’t wait to get out of the office and into The Greek.  It was kind of sad, really.  Like a freaking kid on Christmas Eve.

And just like a lot of Christmas Eves in my house when I was growing up, it was all foreplay and no fireworks.  The game definitely had it’s moments, don’t get me wrong, but we looked flat and our D really screwed us in the second period.  So much promise and we ended up barely walking away with a tie.  About the only good thing about the game was when Yip beat that kid to a pulp.  Reminded me of watching the Storm for a minute.  (Shame the NCAA frowns on fighting - it does make the game much more interesting sometimes.)

We play them tomorrow night at UMASS-Roxbury and I hope we win.  I want to be in the top spot.  We deserve the top spot.

(If you don’t get the Robot Chicken reference, click here.)

Name Days

old school st. :: the warehouse, hartford, ct :: february 7, 2009

So, your friend and mine, Dizzy Vizzy, is all about her “name day” today.

Being of Eastern European descent, I was curious to see if the Ukrainians also celebrated name days.  Apparently, they do! (Scroll down for the Ukie’s name days.)

Mine is the first of May.  I was wondering how I’d remember that when the Hubby of Wonder reminded me of my new favorite song: “The First of May” by Jonathan Coulton.  (LYRICS ARE NOT SFW!!!!!)

Normally, early May sucks for me - I’ve got the quadruple whammy of the anniversary of my father’s death (April 30), my mother’s birthday (May 3), Mother’s Day (varies) and my parent’s wedding anniversary (May 10) in the first two weeks or so of that month.  It’s a hard few weeks to get through.  Being an orphan, those days have a TON of baggage, and I’m normally miserable during that time period. REALLY miserable.

But now!  NOW!  I can look forward to both my name day and the, uh, activities to partake in on the First of May.

w00t! for the first of May!

 

 

 

Things are not always as they seem.

jamie and gracie :: cape neddick, me :: may 15, 2008

OK.  Let me make something crystal clear:  NOT. OUR.  KID. 

Like the title says, things are not always as they seem.

The new rage of posting all these lists on Facebook and tagging people has been all over teh interwebs for a long time - it used to be called a “meme”.  I don’t know what this Facebook thing is called or even if it has a name, but I’m a little tired of it.  I’ve never been one for tagging people to do memes.  I just think it’s a bit obnoxious… and now that this stuff is on Facebook, your lack of participation is more obvious than it was on your blog.  It makes me cranky.  Really. It’s kind of like, “HI!  Welcome to the Internet, circa 2000.”  *sigh*  The new kids always ruin everything. 

My “about me” on this blog is really lacking.  I know.  I’m working on one.  I’m having a lot of trouble getting the “new” design to play nice, so I keep stalling.  I will get it done.  By the end of the month.  If it kills me. 

But anyhoo, like that new “about me” says, “If you know me from just my blog, you know me.”

That’s not entirely true, of course.  What you see here is a diluted, sometimes censored, version of me.  You get a filtered version of whatever is in my head when I sit down and fire up EE.  The good, the bad, the ugly.  But you don’t get the really ugly, the really hurtful, the really angry and the really destructive side of me.  That I save for elsewhere.  I write incessantly in a Moleskine. I blog at a different domain, under a different name.  Could you find me? Probably.  Do you want to find me? Not unless you want to be truly disturbed by what I have to say.  I very rarely censor myself there.  That is, as close as possible, to the real me.  This? This is me, too.  But it’s not the REAL me. 

If you know me from just my blog, you can create a image of who you want me to be. 

If you know me from limited access in meatspace, you can also create an image of who you want me to be.

If you know me from the extended disco remix of meatspace, you probably have an even better image of who you want me to be.

But you don’t get it. You get the person you think I am.  The person you want me to be.  And as a result, you don’t get me.

I’m not quite sure what to tell you… I’m not sure I’m the person you think I am.  I’m not certain I can be the person you want me to be.

I’m just me.  Deeply flawed and very broken, but me.

Accept it or don’t.  I don’t care anymore.

Valentine’s Day present!

two of my favorite people ::  the warehouse, hartford, ct :: february 7, 2009

A while back, Christine (BPC) had a picture in her flickr photostream of her wearing CLEAR PLASTIC Chuck Taylors with hand knit socks.  I think that every single Chuck loving knitter in the world went wild when we saw that photo.  I know I had a hell of a time finding a pair!  I ended up deciding that someday - if it was meant to be - I’d find them and they wouldn’t be backordered until 2199. 

Jamie and I went to the Northshore Mall in Peebiddy (that’s the correct pronunciation) for dinner because Chick-fil-a heals all and I had a crappy week. Which, so far, culminated in a spectacular meltdown t work and another one once I got into my car and finally started driving home.  Oh yeah, it took me FOREVER to get home tonight because I had to get the results of my MRI.  It’s nothing major, just that my kneecap shifted.  On both knees.  Apparently this is normal in women and explains why I get those shooting pains.  He said the answer is an anti-inflammatory med, a brace and physical therapy. woo-freaking-hoo.  I was cleared to go skiing on Saturday - even though it would be preferred if I rested.  I’m still waiting to hear from someone if we’re on for this Sunday or next week… I have some serious house cleaning to do before we have a guest over, so I probably won’t go even if it does get pushed to next week.  I have taxes to do and stuff like that anyway.  *sigh* The joy of being a grown up.

So anyway, we went to the mall for dinner. After we ate, we went our separate ways since we like different stores. I stopped to get Jamie a present for the world’s cheesiest holiday.  Normally I’m opposed to buying stuff but it is a gift that will keep on giving, and giving, and giving…so it’s an exception. (No, I’m not saying what it is.  He might read this!)  As we were leaving the mall, his hands empty (I’m guessing because there would be more lame roses in my future… Sorry ladies, I think roses on VD are so cliched that they just lose all meaning.), we pass by the Journeys store and there, in the window, on display for the world to see: CLEAR PLASTIC CHUCKS!  Well, I took the $60 that probably would have gone to a florist for f’ing roses, and spent them on my new Chucks. 

Now, I finally have the motivation I need to blast through the dreaded second sock!  I’m really hoping to have the socks done for my birthday so I can wear them to Manchester for the next Instrument show. 

So… if I’m not around much, listen for the sound of the knitting needles clicking together.

 

Addendum

I’ve said it before, but I keep coming back to the fact that I love being able hang out with people I never got a chance to when we were at UConn together.  So many stupid reasons why.  So many bad decisions made.  All of those don’t matter now.  It’s not quite that we’re clinging to something, but being in the UCMB definitely makes for strong connections.  That shared history is awesome at pulling people together no matter what happened back then. It’s not just about reliving old times, either.  To be honest, I don’t think we talked much about college.  UConn didn’t really come into the night until the licking started.  Old habits die hard, I guess. 

Yeah, the licking… I can’t remember how that started, but it’s become something of a weird tradition.  You know you’ve been truly accepted by our little group when your face gets licked.  You have to be special. 

Every day is pick on Vizma day, as well.  This also makes outings a lot of fun. 

I don’t know how many times you can reference “Family Guy”, “Robot Chicken” or say “These are not the ... you are looking for” before it becomes old, but we didn’t hit that limit this weekend.

Pillow fights have also become an important part of any sleepover as is molesting PONY!

I love these guys, I love this life, I love having a husband who trusts me and doesn’t seem to mind when I don’t come home for days…

My life is EXACTLY where it should be, for a change.  Nice to know all my hard work finally paid off.