Atlantis

July 31st, 2009
When I was a senior in high school my family went to Atlantis in the Bahamas. I stupidly felt it was my duty to stay home with my boyfriend at the time, so needless to say, I missed out on an incredibly fun trip. This was the first, but not the last time I missed out on a family vacation for a boyfriend. What can I say? I’m obviously a dumbass. (For those interested the other trip I missed was Paris….PARIS!) Getting back to my point…. My family talks about this trip so fondly that it made me want to go. I have begun operation “Whine until the hubs takes me to Atlantis”. So far so good. I’ve convinced him the idea is great and that we can go in a year and a half, when I turn thirty. I hate the idea of getting old. So hitting the big 3-0 in a tropical paradise will soften the blow….I hope.

Atlantis

Sometimes You want to Go Where Everybody Knows Your Name

July 10th, 2009

And they’re always glad you came.  Do I miss Boston?  Does a bear shit in the woods?  I can’t even begin to describe how much I long for that city.  I love the smell of the T, the Celtics, the fact that the letter R is suspiciously missing from the alphabet of 99.9% of true Bostonians, I love the rich history, the people, just everything really, there isn’t much about Boston I’m not totally in love with.  The fact of the matter is I don’t hate my life here in Connecti-shit.  I love my husband and my dog.  Life is good.  I have a job that pays bills, a yard and a nice house.  I can’t say that my situation here is sub-par.  I have everything I need to make a sweet go of  it.  I lived in Boston for a little over a year in 2002.  I was right in the heart of Jamaica Plain, and despite having strange, loud roommates that smelt funny I loved every moment.  I had started dating Mick who was still living in CT right before I left and he would come to visit 3 days a week and we spent every weekend together.  Our little Plymouth Neon, Boris is a tank and thanks to him we got to see each other almost everyday.  Once Mick proposed and I decided to continue my education it became apparent quite quickly that living in Connecti-shit was going to be much easier.  We would be surrounded by family which is awesome, and living outside a city is far cheaper then living right in one, and this is not even taking into account that college would be worlds less expensive in CT as I was still eligible for in-state tuition.  So the decision was made to move once more.  I packed up my life in Boston and trotted back to a promising new start in my birth state.  I started missing Boston the first day I moved back to CT and I’ve missed it everyday since.  If I could pack up Mick, my family, Harley, our friends and our house and drop it in the middle of Beantown I totally would.  It’s not like we never get to the city.  We take like 4-5 trips up a year.  We go to catch Celtic games and to shop Newbury street and chill in Harvard Square.  The thing I miss most is the Celtic games.  Mick and I would go to almost every home game and we caught most of the 2002 playoffs right up to the eastern conference finals with the Nets.  It was just sweet beyond words.  If there was an away game we’d watch it at the bar down the block from me called Flanagans.  I felt so content while I was living in Boston.  It was home, and always will be.

beantown

Auntie Pam and Harley

July 10th, 2009

My best girl Pam is coming for the weekend.  I’m totally psyched.  We’ll hit up the mall and generally have a blast.  She is Harley’s Auntie Pam and he LOVES her.  When I say LOVE I mean it.  He takes this love of Pam quite seriously.   Harley knows the term “Auntie Pam” so when we tell him she’s coming he waits for her to arrive, watching through the window.  Once she gets to the house the barking starts.  Very loud, annoying, yelping sort of barking.  This continues until she picks him up and cuddles him, at which point Harley releases an exasperated sigh and gives me a look like, “My life is sooooo hard, thank god she’s here to save me.”  Yes Harley, your life is indeed difficult.  What with all the cuddling and extra treats you get everyday, and the constant belly rubs, I have no doubt you suffer unduly.  Mick and I are the ridiculous, stupid, childless couple that take our dog everywhere.  He comes with us to get ice cream treats (the ice cream is for me and Mick…. not Harley) He has a special carry case to come into our local stop and shop and we bring him to our parents all the time, they love their grand-dog.  When we do leave him home on the rare occasion that it inappropriate to bring him along somewhere (IE: out to eat at a fancy restaurant, which we almost never do) we worry that he is home missing us and lonely.  The truth of the matter is he is most likely stretched out on the futon, or baking himself in the sunlight of our back window thanking god we left him alone for a few precious moments of peace and relaxation.  I guess constantly being told your adorable and being snuggled all the time is very exhausting. 

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Time for Tattoos

June 26th, 2009

Tomorrow I go and get my back tattoo worked on.  It’s not near completion, and I am not looking forward to the pain factor.  That being said… I CAN’T WAIT TO GET SOME SWEET INK!!!!!!!  And if you have to ask, yes that was a totally caps worthy sentence.  I have a tiger on the left side of my upper back that kicks a lot of ass.  I have a blue lotus blooming in the small of my back, some chromed out cherry blossoms and Tibetan clouds.  My back will be done soon and I can’t even believe we started almost 3 years ago.  Mick will be with me which is great.  He’s awesome moral support.  It’s hard to sit for hours and hours with someone drilling a needle into your back.  It’s better when your best friend/man of your dreams is there to hold your hand.  The picture below is a graffiti style koi.  My entire back is done in the new school graffiti style.  I love the huge lips and the dark eyes.  I think I want Alana (the artist) to change up the body of the fish a bit though.

   kol

First is Best

June 23rd, 2009

I am a twenty something girl living outside Boston.  I have a super husband named Mick, and a super mutt named Harley.  We have an amazing family and wonderful friends.  I will update as often as possible but I’m pretty disorganized so we’ll see how that goes. 

Moi