Friday, October 29, 2010

No-Hoe Halloween

So, following my post the other day, I became increasingly aware that I am not the only female in the world who is beginning to grow tired of the skank-a-licious costumes that are offered to us each year. I mean you can either dress like a slut, oooorrr be COMPLETELY covered from head to toe. It's really not fair. And all of those barely-there costumes are WICKED expensive.

I began this conversation with an old high school friend on Facebook. We bantered back and forth about how annoying it was to not be able to find anything non arrest-worthy and everything we did find was WAY too overpriced.

The conversation went from there. There's a blog that I follow (stalk...huh? I still feel a little strange following people's lives when I know NOTHING about them, but whatever it doesn't stop me from checking in every day) where the woman titled her post No-Hoe Halloween (Yep, I stole it. Thanks!) Where in protest of the common female costumes, she went to work dressed as Big Bird. I LOVE it! She looked adorable, and I LOVED the statement (I think I feel a feminist speech coming on... uh-oh).

I just don't get it. In a day and age where women are supposed to be equals, and looked at for their minds not their bodies (hahahahaha ya right...) THIS is what we face each October. It's a pain in the ass. I walked around Halloween Outlet the other night, trying to find a costume, with Big A looking at me with that "please don't buy that. I really don't want my girlfriend walking around like that" look on his face. Big A is all about the compliments about how beautiful he thinks I am, and how great he thinks I look, but that doesn't mean that he wants the entire world to see what I really look like. Therefore, even if I wanted to...being a hoe for Halloween would be out of the question.

The costumes just all seem the same. I mean you can be a slut dressed as a nurse, a prostitute dressed as a police officer, a night walker dressed as an angel (yes, please explain this to me PlayBoy people... since when in the description of angels does it describe how their boobs are hanging out and their skirts are so small that you can see their butt cheeks??? I'm pretty sure that's not the way it goes... devil... maybe). I mean don't get me wrong. I think most of these women look super cute in some of these costumes (although I would never wear them myself), I just don't know when Halloween became a time for girls to put on stripper clothing and get drunk. I mean, don't women spend most of the year talking crap about the girls they see out dressed like that, buuuttt..... it's OK because it's Halloween!!!

I guess I just don't get it. I will be putting together my own costume this year. God knows how it will work out, but I can guarantee you that I will not be falling out of my shirt and there is no way that you will be able to see my butt cheeks (which I'm sure most of you will be glad for). Plus, it's October... I know it's been a little warm lately in the wonderful state of Mass, but it's NOT going to be warm tomorrow night. I will take warmth and clothing over hypothermia. But that's just me.

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Happy Halloween...almost

Halloween is a mere 4 days away. The Halloween parties that we are going to are 3 days away. And I have NOTHING for my costume. I came up with a costume idea for Big A and I last November. Of course, after agonizing for ideas FOREVER and throwing something together I come up with a great idea AFTER Halloween. I bought Big A part of his costume, but his doesn't really require much work. I, on the other hand, have done NOTHING. I found a few ideas to use, but there's something that keeps holding me back from going all out.

Every year, I make it a point to procrastinate SO much that my costume is ALL last minute. I buy some face make-up, some of that hairspray color stuff, and attach some random Halloween goodies to myself to be a little extra ghoul-ish. I have successfully been some form of dead something for the past million years. Minus the prostitot Halloween when my friends and I dressed in our normally questionable clothing, stuffed Monopoly money wherever we could, and set out for what would be our last venture Trick-or-Treating. We didn't get much candy and we didn't get very far before we got bored and attempted to trek through back neighborhoods to find some party my brother was at (which I don't think we did, or we were over it by the time we got there. Either way I have NO memory of a party and this was BEFORE my drinking days).

I kind of enjoy getting a night to be the living dead. I mean most of the clothes that I wear are from the deep depths of my closet from previous wardrobes. If we remember my Newbury Comics post, I'm having a little trouble letting go of my youth. Halloween gave me a chance to re-visit my more daring days, so that they weren't really gone. I think that may have a little something to do with my hesitation of getting my costume. I know Big A won't care either way what I do, but I've spent the better part of the last 12 months convincing him to do this, even going so far as to order part of it FOR him so he can't decline. I'm sure he won't mind if I let him out of going the extra mile for the costume.

Big A should be home soon and after we tackle the "what the hell to do about dinner" debate, I'm going to try to convince him to head out to the Halloween Outlet. That way I can see what my options are before I go ahead with my idea. Although, in a girl's world you are slightly limited in your options. There's Slutty Nurse, Slutty Cheerleader, Slutty School Girl, Slutty Police Officer, and there's always the oh-so-popular Slutty Slut. Unless you are a perfect 10 (or willing to expose your bodies' imperfections) you are stuck wandering around the store in a daze, trying to find a costume that won't have you picked up by the police under suspected prostitution.

Who knows what I will end up being. Although, the more I talk about all of this, the more excited I am getting about it. It seems that every year the days seem a little "blah" leading up to Halloween and then *poof* I'm a little kid again. We will see how it goes. Wish me luck!

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Why you shouldn't get e-mails from Victoria Secret at work...

So... I have a little obsession. And it doesn't make any sense. I LOVE shoes. Very girly of me, I know. I can't avoid all of the typical "girl" interests no matter how hard I try. I buy shoes because I LOVE them. I have hundreds of dollars worth of shoes. The problem: I don't wear anything other than sneakers, flip-flops in the summer, and Uggs in the winter. If I do wear heels, it's the same cheap pair of Target boots I bought 8 million years ago. All my shoes sit sadly in their boxes. Today, my obsession was challenged...



Ya. I think I am in trouble. Especially, since I think only 1 pair is under $100 and it's not that much under. UG. I need a cheaper obsession.



















Monday, October 25, 2010

A New Theme

I decided that if I was going to try to have a new outlook on life then I would have a new look for my blog. Isn't it so pretty?!?! I'm in LOVE.

So let's have a weekend recap shall we?

Friday, Big A and I were very successful in being lazy bums. We've pretty much perfected the art of it. I had been running around crazy with the two meetings that I was working on (and waking up before sunrise...ya I know sunrise is at like 6:30, but it's still WAY too early for me if it's still dark out when I get up). So needless to say that it took a lot of effort on Big A's part to get me out from underneath my blanket after dinner to go meet up with a couple friends for a beer. And that's what it was...A BEER. Actually, I don't even think I finished mine. We were there for about 20 minutes, when Big A asked if I was ready to go home. I used up the last bit of energy I had to excitedly nod my head yes and we were on our way. It was an hour tops from when we left, to when I was back home underneath my wonderful blanket again. Yes, I know. We are LAME!

Saturday was a busy day. Ma Dukes came over and with the Drunken Monkey who spent the majority of his time trying to piss off Mr. Fresh. He was VERY successful. I have never seen my dog hiss and growl so much as he did that day. Then I went shopping for a few things. Then I got ready and waited for Big A to come home so we could go to L's son's Birthday Party. The little handsome man turned 3 and he was as cute as EVER! It was a great time with great people. Big A and I decided to call it a night and head home...or so we thought.

We had been going back and forth about whether we wanted to meet up with some people for a friend of ours' 21st birthday. We decided we were going to stop by for a beer, say Happy Birthday, and then call it a night...which didn't happen. We had a couple drinks at one place, and then moved onto another. I took it easy, but it ended up being a little class reunion for Big A so he had a little more fun. I closed our tab at around 11:30 and we were home by midnight (which is about as crazy as we get lately). It was quite the culture change from previous years. I spent most of my time thinking, "eh...I don't really want to be hungover for the game tomorrow. And I have some things I need to get done" and took full advantage of the fact that Big A was nowhere to be found, so I could close out our tab without complaint. Although, to be fair, when he appeared 30 seconds later he didn't seem all too concerned with going home. He happily handed over the keys and said his good-byes!

Sunday was a fun filled day as well! Mr. Fresh and I went over to Ma and Pa Duke's house for a little family lunch. C-Note was there with his fabulous girlfriend (we love her for 2 reasons: 1) she can get through a meal with us without being scared off and 2) she somehow manages to put up with C-Note daily and still finds him appealing...she just might be an angel hehe). We had some delicious breakfast foods and then I had to rush off for the football game. We normally do family dinner on Sundays, but my wonderful family has granted me the favor of having lunches on late games so I don't miss anything (although I'm sure avoiding slightly tipsy me who may or may not have an attitude problem depending on the outcome of the game, was probably more a gain for them than me not missing the games!).

After the nail biter game...(Side note: Dear Patriots, I'm glad you won, but it was slightly embarrassing that it came that close. It was a GIFT that they missed the field goal, especially since you FAILED at getting a first down, giving them the wonderful advantage of starting in the middle of the field instead of the end from kick-off. Get your act together, and don't scare me like that again! K? Thanks. I still love you! Bye) Big A and I bought WAY TOO MANY SNACKS at our local 7-11 and proceeded to go home and eat 1/10 of them. We were SOOO hungry in the store...and then not so much when we got home.

So ladies and gents...that's the weekend in a nutshell. Nothing crazy exciting, but we what are you gonna do. We are getting older and apparently the pros of waking up headache free outweigh the pros of getting completely hammered at a bar. Ug! Being a responsible grown-up sucks! Although I did give a nice shout-out to the old days with a wonderful Kamikaze (spelling?) shot with the ladies. But...when you aren't really drinking otherwise...a shot doesn't really do much...bummer!

Thursday, October 21, 2010

Thankful Thursday

I've been MIA again. I know. I've been sad that a bunch of the blogs that I read are going on hiatus, and I'm doing the same thing! So... I'm going to try to be better.

I've been trying to post for the past few days, but I've been crazy busy with work and honestly I haven't had anything to write about that wouldn't have a WAH-mbulance coming. So I decided today I would focus on the positive. So here it goes:

I am thankful for...
  • The fact that I don't have to wake up so early tomorrow that I will watch the sun rise on my way to work.
  • My AMAZING friends who are always there for me when I'm having a mental breakdown. They listen to me laugh, scream, cry, whatever...and usually they bring me wine. What more could you ask for?
  • My family who are pretty much some of the greatest people I know.
  • Big A - who deals with me EVERY DAY. The good, the bad, the ugly (he would be proud of me for putting a Clint Eastwood movie title in here. He is one of the most amazing people that I have ever met. He makes me laugh, picks me up when I'm down, and helps me realize that I'm not alone and the world is not ending when I can't see it for myself.
  • Beautiful Fall days. I am IN LOVE with Fall this year. I don't really know why, but the foliage, the smell of fire in the air, and the anticipation of the Holiday season to come is my favorite!
  • Mr. Fresh - who always does something to make me laugh. Who crawls into my lap and gives me kisses when I'm sad. He's such a good boy. If only he would stop biting the leash when I bring him out and stealing my slippers.
  • My job. I work with some pretty awesome people. I've never worked in an environment where people were so interested and supportive of what I'm doing and where I want to go. I've had some pretty great jobs, but these guys take the cake!

That's what I am thankful for. I find when I'm feeling down, or blue, that remembering what I DO have makes things a little more bearable! What are you all thankful for? Hello? Is anyone out there?

Thursday, October 14, 2010

I Don't Give A...

Disclaimer: There will be swearing in this post...and future posts (let's just get that out of the way)...and probably past posts. So...if you get a little sensitive around four letter words...you might want to select another blog to read. OK? Good. Now that we have that out of the way!

On a whim last night, while at Newbury Comics with Big A I bought the new(ish) Dope CD. I can't remember the last time I had actually bought a CD. I usually just steal one from a friend or download it off the Internet. But, last night was different. I was standing in Newbury Comics, remembering all of the times that I had been in there before and I was all of a sudden sad for my former self. I missed my piercings, getting a new tattoo, having crazy/funny stories, dressing a little bit like a freak because that's what made me comfortable. So...to fix this, I decided I NEEDED to buy a CD...like old times. When I found the Dope CD, I was a little upset to look at the 2009 release date which made it a little clearer how long I had been "out of the game".

I started listening to it last night, but only got through a few songs. I listened to most of the rest of it on the way home. Not only did they do a cover of Billy Idol's "Rebel Yell" (one of my favorite artists/songs), and a re-do of a couple of their old songs, they had one called, "I don't give a...". To give you a little insight to how the song goes, the beginning is"
This is a song about five simple words
That when used together properly can help
To relive the stress, frustration, and aggravation
Caused by all the people who make you wanna freak the fuck out

The rest of the song continues along the same lines. Pretty much, it's Edsel's way of telling everyone and anyone who has wronged him, pissed him off, or screwed him over...to go fuck themselves. Something that I think everyone should do every so often. I was jamming out to this on my commute home from work and I had a slight epiphany...

I am a boring, stressed, crabby, tired, miserable son of a bitch.
AND... I'M NO FUN ANYMORE!!!
I am well aware that I have a little issue being an extremist. I am either on Cloud 9, or I want to kill someone (or go cry in a corner). I am either laid back and whatever, or I am a crazed OCD freak who needs some serious help and maybe some medication (or to be institutionalized...depending on the extent). My latest issue: trying to be so grown up and keep it all together that I forget that I am only 24 (almost 25...eek!).
In my day to day I deal with:
Waking up in enough time to take the dog out, get ready, make coffee, get Big A up, and get my ass to work on time. As I rush through the door I am met with an unnecessary number of e-mails, phone calls, text messages, etc. I sort through all of the first thing in the morning crap and then try to get to my own to-do list. I get interrupted 3,000 times a day to do something else for someone else. I get told that what I did was "great", but can I do it differently than what they had originally told me. I fight the rush hour traffic home, take out the dog, and try to steal 5 minutes to myself before the next chores start. I need to make dinner; clean up dishes; tidy up the house...etc. etc. etc. I usually stop somewhere between 8 or 9 and try to find time to take care of my personal hygiene (no one likes the smelly kid). Once I get done with all of that, I usually try to have a little QT with Big A and Mr. Fresh. All the while trying to stop my head from spinning. Then...it's time for bed. Lather, rinse, repeat.
Question of the day: Did you see anything that was fun or exciting, or even really relaxing? Here's a little hint.....NO!!!
See...I'm no fun! By the time it gets to Thursday, Friday, Saturday night...where I could kind let loose...I'm exhausted. That's no way to live. I'm too worried thinking of what I need to do, have to do, should do, should be, should say, could be doing...I'm getting stressed thinking about how stressed I am. Ya that works well. So here's my new outlook on life. It may take be a little bit to let go and really let myself enjoy this, but I'm going to try. So...
  • If the dishes don't get done right away...I don't give a fuck.
  • If the house is a mess...I don't give a fuck.
  • If dinner isn't done on time...I don't give a fuck.
  • If all my work doesn't get done for the day and I have to roll some over to the next day...I don't give a fuck.

Are we getting the gist now? I'm going to let some things go. Try not to obsess and freak out about things that are out of my control. Let loose a little bit more and...dare I say it...relax! I'm only 24, I'm not married, I don't have any kids, I don't have a mortgage, and my life isn't over. It's about time that I learn to enjoy myself. It's hard enough trying to keep it all together without going overboard and focusing on every.single.little.failure. Every.single.thing.that I can't do perfectly. Who knows how easily this transition will go, but at least I'm on the right path. We'll see how it all goes. It's kind of like I'm an addict and stress is like my crack. I have a hard time living without the chaos. I'm so used to it that when everything just settles down a little bit, I get anxious. Kind of like when all the glitter in the snow globe falls to the bottom and your first instinct is to shake it up again. That's me with life. Hopefully, I can learn to put the snow globe down for a little bit and learn to enjoy (and embrace) and calm peacefulness of the town before the storm of glitter is thrown around by hands that I can't control.

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

The Grown-up World & The Constant Game of Catch-up

I know that I have been slacking lately. Truth be told, I’ve been slacking on a lot of things lately. I feel like I am in a constant came of catch-up. Between going to Ohio and then away for the weekend to Martha’s Vineyard, I missed valuable time to get chores done like cleaning, grocery shopping, etc. If you think being an adult sucks, raise your hand!

I’ve been trying though. I’ve been trying to take the chores one by one and not stress myself out. I’ve been trying to keep in touch with friends and make sure that I make time for them. I’ve been trying not to take my frustrations out on Big A (and vice versa). All this “trying” is exhausting. I can’t remember the last time I could sit down for more than a few minutes and have some time to myself. Yesterday, I went food shopping and after huffing and puffing bringing everything into the house…I left it all on the kitchen floor and gave myself 5 minutes to chug a beer. It was needed. Then came putting the groceries away, dishes, cooking dinner, almost going to Bed, Bath, & Beyond (I had JUST convinced Big A to go…and then decided I was too lazy), then once dinner was cleaned up, it was time to shower, by the time I was done with that it was 10. No wonder we can never get to bed early…there’s too much crap to do.

I know. Another WAH fest. I vow not to make this blog my whining outlet…it just seems that way lately.

On more exciting news, I have started the transformation of the bedroom. Ma Dukes and I found the most perfect curtains at The Christmas Tree shop, that were WAY cheap, and matched the comforter set PER-FECT-LY! It was meant to be. As soon as I get my lazy ass up to clean up the bedroom and put some finishing touches on it…I will post pictures. I know what I want to do, I just need to find stuff. I have already started envisioning what the living room will look like. I found the perfect rug to be a centerpiece for the d├ęcor and proudly showed Big A…the conversation that followed:

Big A: “That’s nice. But, what’s wrong with the rug we have?”

Me: “It doesn’t go with how I am redecorating the living room”

Big A: “Oh geez”

Me: “You have two options: I can either focus my attention on redecorating. Or I can just harp on you all day and night.”

Big A: “You do that anyway”

Me: No response. Just a death glare.

Big A: “Just kidding. I like the rug. It’s great!”

And…that was the end of it. He was the one who said that he was on board for this little project. He also said that he wanted to be a part of picking stuff out if he was going to have to live with it. Then he gets in those moments where we would rather I just go buy everything and tell him how much he owes me. I like that way better…but…you gotta roll with the punches. He wants to be involved….I will involve him…in every.little.decision.question.etc. Then we quickly go back to him not caring. It’s a nice little game we got going.

Big A showed his true colors by bringing home some pieces of furniture that he found to use in the living room. (Hmm…maybe he isn’t so apathetic to decorating after all?) He found a great corner piece that we can use for the TV. It needs a little sprucing up. Which I would love to do, but I’m thinking these short Autumn days won’t allow it. It might just have to be a project for next Spring. The only problem is now where to put the desk that the TV is currently on. I REFUSE to get rid of it. However, I have nowhere to put it. UG.

Onto other news:

Work has been keeping my pretty busy lately. I’ve been working on planning a couple different meetings that are taking place next week so we are in crunch time now. I’m waiting on some last minute stuff so my efforts are a little stalled right now. I’m thinking of filling my time by making a nice OCD to-do list. Although, I need to keep it secret. My boss already made fun of me for my other one plastered on a giant white board near my desk. Hey, it may be dumb…but it gets the work done. I’ve never forgotten to schedule, plan, or do anything right? Right.

I’m still trying to figure out where I am going in this crazy life. I feel like a little kid again trying to decide what I want to be when I grow up. I’ve settled in so nicely in my role and I’m not really a huge fan of change. But, I feel like if I don’t take advantage of all of these opportunities now then I will be stuck in this role forever. Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE my job, but it would be nice if someone was making MY travel arrangements and scheduling MY meetings some day. I’m making a mental note of all the things that drive me nuts and I vow to NEVER do them to my assistant if I ever have one. I will be a great boss. I just need to figure out what I want to do. Hmmm….maybe I can find some time to think about it after doing the laundry and cleaning the house. UG

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

I've never been a fan of dolphins

I know there are probably a million things that I could write about right now (seeing as how I have been hardcore slacking on this lately), but I can't write about anything else other than that amazing game last night.

The New England Patriots played the Miami Dolphins in an 8:30 PM game last night. We were on their turf and the start of the game didn't look promising.

However, I saw one of the most AMAZING games last night. If you missed it, you really missed it. With 4 (I lost count if there were anymore) interceptions, 2 blocked field goals, record breaking touchdowns (more on that in a minute) and a 40-14 win. It was a damn good game.

Last night, the Patriots became the first team in NFL history to score a rushing touchdown, a receiving touchdown, a kick-off return for a touchdown, a blocked field goal for a touchdown, and return an interception for a touchdown.

These are the types of games that are easy to miss. They are late on a Monday night, it's cold & rainy (we watch them ALL outside rain, snow, or shine) and sometimes you have had a long weekend, long Monday, etc. Personally, after the week/weekend I had, a long day at work, and (thanks to Snotty McSniffles who was sitting next to me on the airplane) I have finally admitted that I am coming down with something. However, I have been at EVERY game this season. The one time I had to leave early, they lost horribly. It was embarassing.

So, although I am feeling the consequences of my actions (sitting out in the cold/rain and getting home after midnight) I wouldn't have missed that for the world. Now THAT'S football! Plus, nothing can beat sharing that with some of your closest friends. Everyone yelling and cheering, doing fist bumps for points. Between the game and our friends, it's never a bad time!

GOOOOOOOOOOOOO PATS!!!