who ya gonna call?...ghostbusters!

i am here today to tell a tale of the misadventures that we like to call 'my social life'.

last week i went out with a guy who we'll call bob. bob and i have run into each other a few times at a mutual friends' house. bob is a little boring. he works in the financial district (there's only so much small talk you can make about insurance), is from the midwest (nowhere), and he has two cats (oh dear god..). but bob is nice enough, polite, and persistent. and, well, it's fall, it's getting colder, and it's nice to have a cuddle buddy around when the snow starts to fall, so when he called me up and asked me to dinner, i said, 'sure'.

friday night arrives, i've been working all day, my hair's a little flat from wearing my sexy checkered mccormick's hat at the restaurant all day, and i'm slightly sweaty, but i'm not really trying to impress bob so i change my clothes, slap on some deodorant, and walk through the park to... MOOO!

SCORE! i have been wanting to go to mooo for quite some time now, and i figured the food would make up for the lack of conversation i was anticipating. (sidebar: i was totally right. the food at mooo is phenomenal! what can i say about a perfectly cooked ribeye, and asparagus with creamy hollandaise? i was full about halfway through but i knew if i stopped eating i would regret it...) so, fast forward through dinner (because it WAS a bit on the dull side), and bob asks if i want to come over and "watch a movie".

we all know what "watching a movie" really entails. i quickly debate in my head the pros and cons of "watching a movie" with bob, and decide that since i have enough wine in my system, that i wouldn't mind "watching a movie", if he'll drive me home first to let out the bella. he doesn't mind (guess he's really looking forward to the "movie"), so we quickly pop on over to my house and then back to his apartment to start that "movie".

we get back to his place and he starts yapping about his halloween costume. i vaguely remember discussing halloween during dinner, but don't recall the specifics. i'm about to ask him what his costume is, but he's disappeared into his bedroom saying he'll be right back.

he stays in there, while i stand awkwardly in the kitchen. for fifteen minutes. i'm simultaneously wondering if he thinks i'm going to follow him in there to start the "movie", wondering if i have time to pee before he comes back out, and wondering if i should just leave and meet up with some friends downtown. but then i hear his door opening back.

and.

he walks out in full ghostbusters garb. complete with the backpack thingy and hose attachment that they use to suck up the ghosts.

and he is humming the theme song.

i stare for a full minute, wondering if this somehow a nightmare, or a hallucination (i'm not THAT drunk am i?!). he continues to talk about the suit, apparently him and three friends have been planning this for months (this means there are MORE of them...), and he's totally pumped up about wearing it out on halloween.

...ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME?!?? how the hell is THIS what i ended up with on a friday night?

i mean really, there has to be something better for me out there. i don't even LIKE halloween. or ghostbusters. ugh.

needless to say, there was not going to be any "movie watching" happening that night. or ever.

fortune cookies

let me preface this post by stating that all of these fortunes did not come from this past week alone. :)







isn't that the truth.

hope everyone has a good week :)

rosie's place

in a few weeks i'll be participating in a school event in which we will bake about 9 million pies and donate them to rosie's place for the holidays. ah, rosie's place. i love to hate you. i love that you are an amazing shelter that keeps many women safe every day.

i hate that you have to exist.

in the past i had done some volunteer work with rosie's, mostly just serving lunch/dinner, and i was amazed at how many amazing, intelligent women i encountered, all homeless, many of them victims of physical violence. it was similar to a program i worked with back in sacramento, for women who were trying to leave violent relationships. it disgusts me to no end that someone can lay a hand on another person and in the same breathe say they love them. it confuses me to no end how a person can stay with, or GO BACK (why go back?? you were FREE!) to someone who hurts them that way. what kind of mindset would you have to be in, and what little self esteem. it's heartbreaking. i realize i am SO lucky to be able to say that i have way too much pride and self respect to stay in a situation like that. and don't say i don't know. because i KNOW.

it's just been weighing on my mind lately.

i know i do my share of bitching (re:kids), but things like this give me a little perspective. my life is amazing. and i am grateful. i know baking pies is not going to save the world. but im honored to have the chance to put a little good back out into the universe. there is such need.

monday funday- hidden art

much my dismay, i arrived in central square this morning about 15 minutes earlier than i needed to be to pick up my zipcar. i already had a coffee in my hand and had just eaten breakfast so sitting in a cafe was kinda out of the question. the closest park is a few blocks away, and it being monday morning, combined with the fact that i'm lazy, made passing the time hanging out in the park out of the question as well. so i grumpily grabbed a copy of the metro and headed over to some benches near the entrance to the t. after a few minutes of flipping through pages of semi-useless facts and a macy's ad, i happened to look over to my left and notice some words written on a cylinder shaped post.



i was so struck by the beauty and longing in these words, and as i looked around, i realized that these cylinders were everywhere! i took photos of a few, and purposely didn't look at the rest so that i could have something to look forward to next week. interesting to ponder the fact that these benches house the homeless night after night. interesting that i turn away when passing this area because i don't want to look at or smell what i usually consider to be the most degenerate part of cambridge. amazing how art permeates into every aspect of life and how it touches you when you least expect it.













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a lesson in child rearing

so i'm on my way to work and i duck into a starbucks for a little boost. i'm waiting in line to place my order and to my left there's a couple of tables which house a scraggly bum at one, and a mom and her kid at the other. after a couple of minutes in line, the kid (of course) begins screaming and writhing in his chair like a rabid animal. mom begins repeating "shhh, aidan, shhh, shh,...aidan, shh!" (because we all know how well that works). not surprisingly, the animal continues to scream. i'm mentally considering if i have enough time to get to the starbucks up the road, when the bum looks over and says, 'shut the fuck up, aidan, just stop fuckin' crying'.

pretty sure i've never laughed so hard.

wordl...w..uhh..hm.

a few random thoughts :)






isn't this a beautiful walk to work? it was one of those days where everything seemed to fall into place, and for a moment i could stand still just enjoy the beauty of life. i love moments like this.


check out this crazy dog. apparently this is a comfortable position; she lied like this for about half an hour.


LOOK AT ALL THE SPACE ON HER SIDE!!!! i'm gonna have to pull ross' hug and roll...

see...facebook rules the world!

just saw this on facebook this morning and it is HILARIOUS. i'm literally laughing hysterically in the wellmet office, and pretty sure people passing by think i'm a patient, not an employee.













if you'd like to see more of the artist's work, go here:
http://coolmaterial.com/roundup/if-historical-events-had-facebook-statuses-part-2/

monday funday!

omg it's TRUE!! fanny packs are BACK?!?!! i saw a few over the summer, and i was hoping it was just a obnoxious-southern-tourist fad happening. but people all actually WEARING them all over the city! WHAT is the world coming to...

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uh, no, i did NOT know he spent four years on his back. did you? i didn't think so. if i had four years to spend on my back, i would not be painting a religious scene. or painting at all.

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in bed. need i say more?

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ice cream stuck inside the scoop? no problem. just blowtorch it.

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bobby flay quote. i always knew i liked him...

i like it on the...

"...is glad they found the cure for breast cancer. Apparently it's posting provocative, yet misunderstood, statuses on facebook. Who would have thought that posting something that more than 50% of people don't understand helps research for breast cancer."

i stole this statement from a friends' fb status because i felt it echoed my feelings exactly. (i didn't include your name because i wasn't sure if you'd be ok with that. so i just stole your words instead...hm.) anyway, i just find it silly that people would think that posting statements about where they like "it" could actually increase the public understanding about breast cancer.

imagine a scenario that goes something like this...

person 1: i like on the kitchen table

person 2: what? you like what on the kitchen table??!?

person 1: hahaha. i was actually talking about my purse! in order to promote breast cancer awareness!

person 2: WOW great idea! i'm suddenly SO inspired to go research breast cancer and find out how i can prevent it!

um, really? i don't think so. don't you think that instead of these random status updates, that we could maybe, just MAYBE, have a discussion about issues rather than dancing around the subject in a cutesy way? MAYBE we could be a little more adult about this. MAYBE we could talk about the importance of a self exam. MAYBE we could talk about how many people die from cancer every year. MAYBE we could discuss prevention, research, fundraising, a cure. maybe. just a thought.

for the record, i like it in a tent.

and i keep my purse hanging from a dresser drawer handle.

and if i want to raise awareness, i'll suggest seeing a doctor. or discussing it with a friend. or by going to one of these sites.
http://www.breastcancer.org/
http://ww5.komen.org/

wordless wednesday

monday funday

another week has begun!

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stole this from ben's fb page. and i freakin' love it.

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this picture is notable for two reasons.
1. it is a raging example of what you should NOT wear to an orientation at your new job.
2. it's visual proof that jeggings are a bad, baad, BAAAAD choice of 'fashion'.

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...that's what she said!


somewhere in davis square my friend and i encountered this random box. after much (ok, actually very little) research, i learned that this thing was placed here, and throughout the city, as a free exchange/open dialogue where people could share thoughts/ideas and more tangible items such as cds and books. apparently there is also some kind of online guest book where people can anonymously leave messages as to what they have dropped off or picked up, but i couldn't find it. kinda like postsecret, i guess. interesting idea. unfortunately all we found in the box were some old newspapers, napkins, and chewed up gum.


if you need instructions on how to use my box, then i don't want you touching it.

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i'm noticing sweet messages like this all over the city. i guess once you open up your heart a little, you start to see beauty everywhere.

...uhhh, i mean..this is SAP! pure SAP!!

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just to be clear, this is NOT me. i merely put this photo up to give an example of the insanity i experience every day at work. i love it!

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ahhh, so true. i'll never forget my first. nor will i forget the bumpiness. or the quickness. or the snoring. and the list goes on...

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i was unaware that farmer billy bob took the red line to work. by the way, this photo was taken at, like, midnight...

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of COURSE my order number was 1-69. and let's just ignore the irony of the fact that i was eating a 12 dollar burger with a vitamin water. it tasted good. that's what she said. right. goodnight!

happy monday :)