Here Comes Santa Claus- No, nevermind

Merry Christmas!!!!! Right?

So I got out of work early yesterday (yes, I had to work on Christmas Eve) and I had offered to drive my friend J to South Station, as he was going to NY on Amtrak for the holidays. I told him I needed to go to Target to pick up a few things, and since it was on the way, he agreed. So we actually find a parking space with ease (well, ease as in, I didn't curse anyone out and found one rather quickly towards the front) and proceed to walk to the door. We walked past a woman smoking a cigarette with her child sitting in the cart, crying his eyes out. I grumbled and just said "Oh Lord...." But no, wait, it's not the best part. She says "Hey, you need to be quiet or else Santa isn't going to come tonight." WHAAAAAAT? My friend J proceeded to have a fit and said "What? Wha- no. That's not even right! You can't use that as leverage!"

So we make our way in the store, and what else do we see but a kid crying and kicking saying "NOOOOO I WANT THISSSS!!" What did the parent say? "No, put it back or else Santa won't bring you anything." When did Christmas come to this? Since when did parents have to use Santa as a bargaining tool? Because really, this only MAY work for about 24 days of the entire year. I'm not ok with that, at all. The whiny brats still get what they want anyway.

Anyway, it's Christmas Day and I'm spending it with my mom in my apartment with my dog who still doesn't want to use his leg to walk on but seems to be hobbling along with a great amount of energy, as if he WAS walking on all fours. I'm enjoying the day though; no crying kids, no loud family functions. I think I needed a day like this. So I hope you all had a wonderful holiday and were surrounded by the ones you love and cherish.

Next up........Seriously 26.

Vet-urday

This was Jordan at the first vet visit...sad huh?? :(



My poor pup had to go to the vet Saturday and then go to another emergency vet hospital right after that. He maaayy need surgery again on the leg that he had surgery on before, but hopefully we'll know in a few days. The chances seemed to decrease after the emergency vet visit and I damn sure hope so. $1,000 later and he's home and getting some rest. I'm extremely grateful for all the well wishes from everyone and grateful that he's home with me. :)

That being said......Go Giants. They're playing tonight. :)

Holidaze

Christmas is here. Again. Wasn't it just here? And why am I so jaded this year? I LOVE CHRISTMAS.

This year though...meh. I'm not quite feelin it yet. I haven't even started my shopping. And if I sit through one more Christmas special on TV with people singing the SAME Christmas songs over and over and over....well, I just don't know Margo (yea, thats whats on the tv right now, could you tell????). My level of enthusiasm is as high as someone who is getting raped by a polar bear while standing in line to vote in the presidential election (yea, i wasn't too enthused with that decade long campaign either). Maybe I'm just tired. Maybe I'm like a cranky child who needs a nap.

I'll try a nap and get back to you.

Violet Hill

Probably a lifetime favorite song. If you happen NOT to like it, well then...yea don't know what to tell you.

HDTV

One for me, one for my old TV homie......

So my husband and I just bought a new TV, somewhat against his will. I finally convinced him to buy one of the flat looking TV's. He objected at first, then realized that upgrading to HDTV would only be an extra $6 a month and $12 for HDTV AND the DVR. So he got excited and went on a TV shopping spree to get ideas and find sales and we had a new TV within about 2-3 weeks of me first mentioning it. Now the only thing that is shown on this damn TV is football and Mario Kart. HELLLOOO...if we have HDTV now and 52 inches of heaven, why aren't we watching porn??
So anyway, even as I type this, a football game that NO ONE IS WATCHING is on. Just for the noise. Just to know that the TV works and that maybe it feels like the players are actually in the living room with me. Better for me I guess, I can see athletic cups with greater definition.

I'm convinced that this HDTV might change my life. How? I don't know yet and haven't figured out any possibilities. But I DO know that eventually, I wanna watch something majorly obscene on this tv. Any takers?

Vending Machine Conspiracy Theory

Here's an oldie, but a decent goodie (maybe)

It's out there...........
You may not have been a victim yet..........
But you will soon. No one gets away from.....
THE VENDING MACHINE!!!!!!!!!!
I have a vending machine conspiracy theory. Mostly on UM's campus. But please, let me know if the same has happened to you. Then I REALLY know it's everywhere. So last week, I went to the vending machine and had a craving for Salt and Vinegar chips. I put my dollar in (a freakin dollar for a bag of chips? I miss the Vern, and the 25cent bag of chips) and then noticed that the corner of the bag was slightly tucked behind the item next to it. My gut told me "No Lex, it's gonna get stuck, and you only weigh 100 pounds, you can't fight this thing" but my stomach said "Do it, do it do it." So I chose the chips. And guess what. They got stuck. I screamed bloody murder in the Memorial Building and kicked the thing. I wanted them so bad, I put in another dollar, but, I did get both bags of chips.

Here's the thing. This has happened to me EVERY time I have gone to a vending machine here. I tried to get M&M's once, and they got stuck, then ended up with 2 bags after my second attempt. The worst was in the Ashe building, where I tried to get chips not once, not twice, not 3 times, BUT FOUR TIMES. I ended up spending $3 on a bag of stale popcorn.
This is my vending machine conspiracy theory. When loading the machine, the attendant slyly tucks the corner of all chips behind the adjacent product. And we all know that when we watch our product slowly spiraling out of the row, we are secretly chanting for the bag to make it down, to make it safely to the "Push" door. But I've noticed, that these things move ever so slowly now, and don't give enough force to push the damn things out. Hence, you end up watching your bag of chips dangling from the row, tucked behind the bag of $2 gummi worms. You kick the machine, you holler, you even try to stick your hand up there if no one is fortunate enough to walk by and see you. And then, you put in more money, usually just to get that one item to untuck itself and satisfy your craving. The vending machine people are trying to make money off of us, because usually, when you go to a vending machine, you are craving something. You need a snack to make it through the work day. So if the product doesn't come out, more times than not, you will put more money in, until you get something. So even though I got that second bag of chips, I spent another dollar just to get them, when I could have saved that dollar.

It's out there people. Don't let this happen to you. I'm a spiral, tuck, and Cheeto away from boycotting vending machines.

Happy List

So I've been inspired to write down everything that makes me happy. And also to keep a better blog too. Well, not better, but to just actually start keeping one again. So ok anyway, I thought it would be a good idea to write down things that make me happy. Even simple things. Probably even stupid things. But I'm sharing it anyway and the list might change. I may update it and change it when I feel like it. So suck it up and just enjoy it already!

sunshine (mostly when the sun is rising and I feel it on my face)
new shoes
the perfect pair of jeans (which i found over a year ago and have pretty much worn them out)
dogs
chocolate chip cookies
new york city
beaches
great food (more specific- collard greens, fried chicken...pretty much all soul food)
making someone smile and/or laugh
dancing
the color coral
taking pictures (i'd like to be someone's subject someday, but i may not be interesting enough)
snickers cheesecake
sweet tea (its gotta be just right though, srsly)
sweet home alabama (the song...not the state...but i guess i have to like the state if i like the song right?)
rainy days

Running with Scissors...and making shapes along the way

So this blog has been long overdue. Like a week and a half overdue.

One of my favorite authors is Augusten Burroughs. He wrote "Running with Scissors." Does that ring a bell? He released a new book on Tuesday, April 29th called "A Wolf at the Table" about his lack of relationship with his father. And seriously, who DOESN'T have daddy issues? But I finished the book the next day. Great stuff. I love all of his writing. And I was lucky enough to hear him speak at the Brattle Theatre in Cambridge, MA on Thursday May 2nd. I was literally moved. I brought my husband, who has never read any of his work, and he loved it. He talked a little, read from the new book, then talked a little more and took some questions. The discussion and material were engaging and allowed me to peek a little more into this stranger's life. This is why I love written word. I was also lucky enough to get him to sign 2 of my books AND get a photo with him. I was probably on Cloud 9 for the rest of the week. It's amazing how books or music can make you feel. The artistic form. How you relate to it. What it does for your soul. That was my inspiration to keep going with my New Year's resolution, which is to read 52 books this year, one for every week. I'm one book behind I think, but I'm getting there. There is so much out there and I vow to read it all. You never know if you will like something until you give it a try.

So go read a book. It's good for you.

Mic Check 1,2, 1,2

So I'm definitely new to this Blogger world. Not necessarily to blogging. I have a few blogs on MySpace already, but I'm getting a little tired of the MySpace blogs and just want a place where I can write and express whatever I want, w/o all the other stuff. And so I found myself here!

I feel like in the past year, I've gone through a few life changes. I moved from Miami in May, attended 2 weddings 3 weeks before mine, then I got married in June 2007. Then we drove from Chicago, IL to Portland, ME to stay with a friend's parents while we looked for places to live in Boston. I found a job, we found an apartment, and we moved in August 1. I started a job, found out I didn't like it and left in February 2008. I now work closer to home and love my job, so incidentally, I'm starting not to hate Boston so much.

I also turned 25 in December. I can rent a car. That's about it. 5 years away from 30. I feel like just yesterday I was 17 (yes I was 17 when I left home for college) and was saying goodbye to my mom as she dropped me off in the parking lot of my new home for 4 years. It's strange to feel like you may have grown up a little. It's strange that when we have people over, we use real glasses or real serving utensils instead of the infamous Dixie Cup. So with all these life changes, I felt the need to write about what's different and how it's different. Like how I complain about things I've never complained about before. For example, being in undergrad, you kind of get used to crowds or people not meaning to rub up on you at a game or a club but it happens and you usually scream and throw your hands up in wild fun. NOW, when I ride the T to work and people are crammed into the subway car, I can't stand it and I want to scream and punch someone.

So here it is. My changing life. I know I'm young. But that doesn't mean my life is incredibly boring or uneventful. So I've chosen to share my experiences and I'll try to be as honest as possible. Maybe.........