Friday, January 30, 2009
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Adapt! For the love of God, Adapt!!
Today I was reflecting on many monumentous and interesting subjects like the Pyramids, the Metric system, and Americans. More on the Pyramids later, it's a subject best saved for the day I have a scanner.
Americans such as myself take pride in being individuals which is why I refuse to adapt to such silly things as changing the way I pronounce fillet or dynasty. However, there is one thing we probably should adapt to, and that my friend, is the metric system.
Don't get me wrong, I love inches, feet, acres, and miles. I love individuality and I love that not everyone has to conform. However, when I see images like the one below, I realize the rest of the would may be on to something...
Image courtesy of Wikipedia, the most reliable and editable resource on the interwebs today. The countries who have adopted the metric system are in green, the ones who still use the Imperial system are in gray.
Thanks for keeping us company, Myanmar and Liberia.
Americans such as myself take pride in being individuals which is why I refuse to adapt to such silly things as changing the way I pronounce fillet or dynasty. However, there is one thing we probably should adapt to, and that my friend, is the metric system.
Don't get me wrong, I love inches, feet, acres, and miles. I love individuality and I love that not everyone has to conform. However, when I see images like the one below, I realize the rest of the would may be on to something...
Thanks for keeping us company, Myanmar and Liberia.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
I brought this on myself
THE RULES:
Step 1: respond and rework—answer the questions on your own blog, replace one question that you dislike with a question of your own invention, add one more question of your own.
If you could have any super power, what would it be? The ability to teleport. Win-win no matter how you look at it. 'Hey, I would really love some Natick Pizza for dinner tonight. Be right back.'
What is your favorite weather, and why? 82 degrees Fahrenheit summer days with not a cloud in the sky and a splash of humidity. It reminds me of my youth and home.
What time do you usually get up? 8:30ish
What is your most challenging goal right now? Finding gainful employment and not going stir crazy.
Say something to the person who tagged you: I took this from Abby's blog. Abby is wonderfully creative and amazing.
If you could have a house–totally paid for, fully furnished–anywhere in the world, where would you want it to be? Beacon Hill, Boston.
Favorite vacation spot? So far, Dubai, but I'm fairly certain the Maldives will trump that one.
What is your favorite children’s book? Mufaro's Beautiful Daughters. Amazing.
Name one thing you just can’t resist no matter how bad it is for you: French fries
If you could meet anyone famous - dead or alive - who would it be? Thomas Curran.
What are you wearing now? Dungarees, a sweater, and a blanket.
What story/book/novel have you read over and over again in your life? Summer Sisters, Pride and Prejudice
What’s the last thing you read/are currently reading? The Other Side of the Story by Marian Keyes
Do you nap a lot? Not as much as I used to.
Who was the last person you hugged? The SJC
What’s your current fandom/obsession/addiction? True Blood/Gilmore Girls/Lemon-Lime Orbit
What was the last thing you ate today? Crumpets
What was the last thing you said aloud? "I love you...Bye!"
What websites do you always visit when you go online? Gmail, Facebook, Google
What was the last thing you bought? Stuff for dinner last night
What are you listening to right now? The Notorious BIG
What movie are (or were!) you most excited to show your kids? The Goonies.
What were you like when you were five? I will defer to D Shays to answer that question. I'm sure I was a handful.
What word or phrase do you hate? "It is what it is."
If you had £1,000 (or $, €) what would you spend it on? Flights to the US in July
Step 1: respond and rework—answer the questions on your own blog, replace one question that you dislike with a question of your own invention, add one more question of your own.
If you could have any super power, what would it be? The ability to teleport. Win-win no matter how you look at it. 'Hey, I would really love some Natick Pizza for dinner tonight. Be right back.'
What is your favorite weather, and why? 82 degrees Fahrenheit summer days with not a cloud in the sky and a splash of humidity. It reminds me of my youth and home.
What time do you usually get up? 8:30ish
What is your most challenging goal right now? Finding gainful employment and not going stir crazy.
Say something to the person who tagged you: I took this from Abby's blog. Abby is wonderfully creative and amazing.
If you could have a house–totally paid for, fully furnished–anywhere in the world, where would you want it to be? Beacon Hill, Boston.
Favorite vacation spot? So far, Dubai, but I'm fairly certain the Maldives will trump that one.
What is your favorite children’s book? Mufaro's Beautiful Daughters. Amazing.
Name one thing you just can’t resist no matter how bad it is for you: French fries
If you could meet anyone famous - dead or alive - who would it be? Thomas Curran.
What are you wearing now? Dungarees, a sweater, and a blanket.
What story/book/novel have you read over and over again in your life? Summer Sisters, Pride and Prejudice
What’s the last thing you read/are currently reading? The Other Side of the Story by Marian Keyes
Do you nap a lot? Not as much as I used to.
Who was the last person you hugged? The SJC
What’s your current fandom/obsession/addiction? True Blood/Gilmore Girls/Lemon-Lime Orbit
What was the last thing you ate today? Crumpets
What was the last thing you said aloud? "I love you...Bye!"
What websites do you always visit when you go online? Gmail, Facebook, Google
What was the last thing you bought? Stuff for dinner last night
What are you listening to right now? The Notorious BIG
What movie are (or were!) you most excited to show your kids? The Goonies.
What were you like when you were five? I will defer to D Shays to answer that question. I'm sure I was a handful.
What word or phrase do you hate? "It is what it is."
If you had £1,000 (or $, €) what would you spend it on? Flights to the US in July
Monday, January 26, 2009
Do they sell Anacondas in Ireland?
This weekend my sister in law came to visit, which is always a good time. She arrived on Friday evening and during the first episode of season 2 of the Gilmore Girls, we started to hear loud music coming from downstairs. If you know me in real life, you know that I have massive problems with the downstairs neighbors. They seem to think that our apartment building is a dorm room and I do not think our apartment building is a dorm room. In fact, our building has 24 hour quiet hours which our downstairs neighbors seem to break religiously. We do not see eye to eye on this issue. If you know me in real life, you also know that I have a vivid imagination and a flair for the dramatic, which, combined with a pure hatred of our downstairs neighbors results in far fetched fantasies of extracting revenge.
I consider myself a lucky person in that I don't hate many people. Just a handful. My experience with imagining revenge started in the 3rd grade, when the first offender, who sat in front of me in class, would swing her long ponytail in my face and then turn around and call me 'silly' when I would politely push it off of my desk. The revenge daydreams were simple. I will dip her hair in ink. Okay, the only problem is that I was in 3rd grade in the 80s which also corresponded with the invention of pencils. There was no ink to deal with. Eventually she and her family moved out of town and I didn't go to her going away party out of spite. Because at 9 years old, I knew exactly what spite was.
I went to two different high schools because my family moved from one town to another. My older sister seems to think she's missing something because she didn't get to graduate from the high school that her younger 3 siblings graduated from, but that is a myth. During my time at NHS, I only had one nemesis. I will not go into the specifics, but he became blacklisted to me after telling me that I would never amount to anything and would probably end up at Route 9 University. This was confusing to me because there are many Universities on Route 9 and I actually did attend two of them before transferring to a University of Southern Maine.
Anyway, I hated everything about this kid, from his pompous attitude to his haircut, to his love of the saxophone, to his walk. One time my older sister asked me how much I hated him and after brief consideration I explained to her, 'If he was dying of thirst in the desert and I happened by with an extra bottle of water, I would pour it out in the sand next to him and keep walking.' My sister and I had a good laugh and kept on making up scenarios on how to seek revenge on our enemies. Harmless revenge, you see.
This brings me to our downstairs neighbors. Sometimes when they are loud at night, even after several people from surrounding apartments open their windows to yell 'SHUT UP' I lie awake in bed dreaming up ways to extract revenge. Some favorites of mine are filling up Super Soakers with bleach and water and spraying their clothes, and slowly befriending them over time until they invite me into their house and then I shall lock all their windows and the doors to their balcony before announcing that I never liked them anyway and storming out. Irrational? Yes. But when you are bordering on a sleepless night after a long day, let's see what you come up with.
This weekend, while watching the Gilmore Girls, my sister in law mentioned that we should get a snake and dangle it from the balcony when people are outside smoking. What a genius idea! And since anacondas need water to live, ours can live in the Grand Canal. It will come to us when we whistle and we shall call it Charlie.
It was a fabulous weekend. The kind of weekend that made me feel grateful that I married into a wonderful family that helps make the 3,000 mile gap between me and my family hurt less. The kind of weekend that makes me happy that I've made such great friends here. The kind of weekend that goes down in history.
So, does anyone know where I can pick up an anaconda in Ireland?
I consider myself a lucky person in that I don't hate many people. Just a handful. My experience with imagining revenge started in the 3rd grade, when the first offender, who sat in front of me in class, would swing her long ponytail in my face and then turn around and call me 'silly' when I would politely push it off of my desk. The revenge daydreams were simple. I will dip her hair in ink. Okay, the only problem is that I was in 3rd grade in the 80s which also corresponded with the invention of pencils. There was no ink to deal with. Eventually she and her family moved out of town and I didn't go to her going away party out of spite. Because at 9 years old, I knew exactly what spite was.
I went to two different high schools because my family moved from one town to another. My older sister seems to think she's missing something because she didn't get to graduate from the high school that her younger 3 siblings graduated from, but that is a myth. During my time at NHS, I only had one nemesis. I will not go into the specifics, but he became blacklisted to me after telling me that I would never amount to anything and would probably end up at Route 9 University. This was confusing to me because there are many Universities on Route 9 and I actually did attend two of them before transferring to a University of Southern Maine.
Anyway, I hated everything about this kid, from his pompous attitude to his haircut, to his love of the saxophone, to his walk. One time my older sister asked me how much I hated him and after brief consideration I explained to her, 'If he was dying of thirst in the desert and I happened by with an extra bottle of water, I would pour it out in the sand next to him and keep walking.' My sister and I had a good laugh and kept on making up scenarios on how to seek revenge on our enemies. Harmless revenge, you see.
This brings me to our downstairs neighbors. Sometimes when they are loud at night, even after several people from surrounding apartments open their windows to yell 'SHUT UP' I lie awake in bed dreaming up ways to extract revenge. Some favorites of mine are filling up Super Soakers with bleach and water and spraying their clothes, and slowly befriending them over time until they invite me into their house and then I shall lock all their windows and the doors to their balcony before announcing that I never liked them anyway and storming out. Irrational? Yes. But when you are bordering on a sleepless night after a long day, let's see what you come up with.
This weekend, while watching the Gilmore Girls, my sister in law mentioned that we should get a snake and dangle it from the balcony when people are outside smoking. What a genius idea! And since anacondas need water to live, ours can live in the Grand Canal. It will come to us when we whistle and we shall call it Charlie.
It was a fabulous weekend. The kind of weekend that made me feel grateful that I married into a wonderful family that helps make the 3,000 mile gap between me and my family hurt less. The kind of weekend that makes me happy that I've made such great friends here. The kind of weekend that goes down in history.
So, does anyone know where I can pick up an anaconda in Ireland?
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
America - The Bedtime Story
Yesterday was a good day for America. In the morning I helped pad the pockets of the Hollywood elite by seeing Twilight and Bride Wars. I went with my associate and while we didn't get much return on investment, we did have a few good laughs at Twilight's expense.
In the afternoon, America got a little something new. I'm not sure if you knew, but the USA got a new President yesterday. Wait, you didn't know? Well, here's how it went down.
Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, a couple of people were like 'Oh yeah, the president gets elected soon. Who will run?' At that point in the year 2007, a spark plug named Hillary decided to throw her hat in the ring and everyone was like 'Holy cats! A lady president!' and there was joy. Then a man named John McCain said, 'Hell, I've only run one hundred times before, I'll give it one more shot.' And people were like 'Cool, maybe now we won't have to pay for the QVC channel on basic cable. Maybe we can get something better, like HBO.' and then there was a glimmer of hope for smaller cable bills. Sometime later, a man named Barack Obama made a public statement somewhere along the lines of, 'Hey kids, I've got this.' And then the skies opened and all you could hear was the Hallelujah chorus.
Not so long ago, there was a little thing called the Primaries in which the public got to vote for who they wanted to vote for in the Election. It's all very American Idol, but with a political spin. So the public voted for McCain to run as the Republican candidate and Obama to run for the Democratic candidate. At this point, my heart was sad because I'm a huge Hillary Clinton supporter, but then I was okay. I believe it was around this time that McCain went to the doctors and they looked at him and then looked at their clipboards and then back to him and said, 'Hmm, Presidency could kill you, and we're going to need you for a super secret space mission soon. Can you get out of it?' and McCain was like, 'Oh, man, I didn't know about the mission. Let me see what I can do.' He then picked Sarah Palin (who?) as his running mate, therefore sealing his fate.
So the outcome was this: Barack Obama won, even though some people were getting whiny and squealing, 'He's a terrorist! His middle name is Hussein (you know, like Saddam Hussein?!)' and then people were nodding their heads and talking in small groups until someone counter pointed with, 'Well my name is Richard, does that make me a terrorist?' and then people were like, 'Oh right, sorry about that. We panicked a little bit.' Then they all scattered from their little groups and with shifty eyes went home to watch Oprah.
That brings us to yesterday. Yesterday the new President was sworn in. Lucky number 44. He used Abe Lincoln's bible. I love Abe! Aretha sang and it was glorious. It was a great turnout in Our Nation's Capital, too. I, however, was in Dublin, and met up with Kara at the Gasworks to watch live coverage of America Day and there was much rejoicing.
I gotta say it was a good day.
In the afternoon, America got a little something new. I'm not sure if you knew, but the USA got a new President yesterday. Wait, you didn't know? Well, here's how it went down.
Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, a couple of people were like 'Oh yeah, the president gets elected soon. Who will run?' At that point in the year 2007, a spark plug named Hillary decided to throw her hat in the ring and everyone was like 'Holy cats! A lady president!' and there was joy. Then a man named John McCain said, 'Hell, I've only run one hundred times before, I'll give it one more shot.' And people were like 'Cool, maybe now we won't have to pay for the QVC channel on basic cable. Maybe we can get something better, like HBO.' and then there was a glimmer of hope for smaller cable bills. Sometime later, a man named Barack Obama made a public statement somewhere along the lines of, 'Hey kids, I've got this.' And then the skies opened and all you could hear was the Hallelujah chorus.
Not so long ago, there was a little thing called the Primaries in which the public got to vote for who they wanted to vote for in the Election. It's all very American Idol, but with a political spin. So the public voted for McCain to run as the Republican candidate and Obama to run for the Democratic candidate. At this point, my heart was sad because I'm a huge Hillary Clinton supporter, but then I was okay. I believe it was around this time that McCain went to the doctors and they looked at him and then looked at their clipboards and then back to him and said, 'Hmm, Presidency could kill you, and we're going to need you for a super secret space mission soon. Can you get out of it?' and McCain was like, 'Oh, man, I didn't know about the mission. Let me see what I can do.' He then picked Sarah Palin (who?) as his running mate, therefore sealing his fate.
So the outcome was this: Barack Obama won, even though some people were getting whiny and squealing, 'He's a terrorist! His middle name is Hussein (you know, like Saddam Hussein?!)' and then people were nodding their heads and talking in small groups until someone counter pointed with, 'Well my name is Richard, does that make me a terrorist?' and then people were like, 'Oh right, sorry about that. We panicked a little bit.' Then they all scattered from their little groups and with shifty eyes went home to watch Oprah.
That brings us to yesterday. Yesterday the new President was sworn in. Lucky number 44. He used Abe Lincoln's bible. I love Abe! Aretha sang and it was glorious. It was a great turnout in Our Nation's Capital, too. I, however, was in Dublin, and met up with Kara at the Gasworks to watch live coverage of America Day and there was much rejoicing.
I gotta say it was a good day.
Monday, January 19, 2009
The Notorious G.O.D.
I had a good weekend, all things considered. Saturday we booked our honeymoon and I can now say that I'm borderline salivating to get to the Maldives in October.
On Sunday, I went to Mass. No, not Massachusetts. Church. You know, God's house. Now, I'm sure many of you are asking yourselves, 'Why did you go to Church, Liz? You're the biggest heathen I know.' or 'Did it go up in flames when you stepped inside?' The answer to those questions is 'No I am not,' and 'No it did not.' I went to Church because of a touch of Catholic Guilt mixed with a splash of trying to score a church to use for Pre-Caina. Also, it was time for me to repent. Bless me Father, for I have sinned. It has been 15 years since my last confession.
Church was actually pretty cool. There was a choir! They were really good - like Sister Act good after Sister Mary Clarence became the choir director and their songs started to attract the inner city youth into the church, but without the hip hop vibe. I went with one of my friends and we were by far the youngest people there, obviously excluding the 5 little children. My memories of prayers came rushing back to me. Everything was still the same, with the exception of one or two words and the pronunciation of 'amen.'
And then we came to the Second Reading. And it was a reading from the first letter of St Paul to the Corinthians.
And then, I was disenchanted again.
To summarize, St Paulio pretty much said, 'Hey kids, fornication is baaaaaad. Also, your body doesn't belong to you, it belongs to the Notorious G.O.D. And guess what, suckers, don't think you're your own person, cuz you're not. That shit has been bought and paid for, so use your body for the glory of the big guy.'
So that was awesome. For the rest of the service, I quietly thought to myself, 'Well, St Paul, you are very wrong. My body belongs to myself.' Then I thought about how great it would be if Whoopi Goldberg actually had witnessed a mob crime and had to hide out at St Mary's in Dublin, where she taught such singers as Kathy Najimy and Professor McGonagall there there is always room in your heart for music.
Don't worry, internet. I prayed for your soul.
On Sunday, I went to Mass. No, not Massachusetts. Church. You know, God's house. Now, I'm sure many of you are asking yourselves, 'Why did you go to Church, Liz? You're the biggest heathen I know.' or 'Did it go up in flames when you stepped inside?' The answer to those questions is 'No I am not,' and 'No it did not.' I went to Church because of a touch of Catholic Guilt mixed with a splash of trying to score a church to use for Pre-Caina. Also, it was time for me to repent. Bless me Father, for I have sinned. It has been 15 years since my last confession.
Church was actually pretty cool. There was a choir! They were really good - like Sister Act good after Sister Mary Clarence became the choir director and their songs started to attract the inner city youth into the church, but without the hip hop vibe. I went with one of my friends and we were by far the youngest people there, obviously excluding the 5 little children. My memories of prayers came rushing back to me. Everything was still the same, with the exception of one or two words and the pronunciation of 'amen.'
And then we came to the Second Reading. And it was a reading from the first letter of St Paul to the Corinthians.
And then, I was disenchanted again.
To summarize, St Paulio pretty much said, 'Hey kids, fornication is baaaaaad. Also, your body doesn't belong to you, it belongs to the Notorious G.O.D. And guess what, suckers, don't think you're your own person, cuz you're not. That shit has been bought and paid for, so use your body for the glory of the big guy.'
So that was awesome. For the rest of the service, I quietly thought to myself, 'Well, St Paul, you are very wrong. My body belongs to myself.' Then I thought about how great it would be if Whoopi Goldberg actually had witnessed a mob crime and had to hide out at St Mary's in Dublin, where she taught such singers as Kathy Najimy and Professor McGonagall there there is always room in your heart for music.
Don't worry, internet. I prayed for your soul.
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Inspiration.
This inspires me in a way that hammocks on a beach, shorts and flip flops, and margaritas never will.
Or maybe I'm inspired because of the aforementioned there things... Either way I have to get some Vitamin D and fast.
Or maybe I'm inspired because of the aforementioned there things... Either way I have to get some Vitamin D and fast.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Oh yeah my birthday happened again.
I forgot my birthday was about 3 weeks ago. It happened on December 25th as it does every year, but this year I forgot about it faster. I blame Christmas and wine.
Despite my weak attempt at brattiness in which I declared that I would burn my parent's house down if I didn't get an iPod touch, it was a very lucrative year for me in terms of presents. I've lumped my Christmas loot in with my birthday loot because no matter how hard I try, they will always fall on the same day. So my options are to a) try to convince the world that Christmas is in April or b) deal with it. After 28 years of failed attempts at an April Christmas, I've decided to deal with it. After all, I will be 30 this year. Chalk it up to maturity.
Thanks to jet lag, I slept most of the time and kept odd hours. I would wake up around 5 and go to bed around 8 or 9, which in Eastern Standard Time means I'm a farmer, but in Greenwich Mean Time, I was really burning the midnight oil and living the life of a high roller. In reality, I was Seinfeld reruns and fighting to stay awake.
So do you want to know what I got? Well I'll tell you. You know about the iPod touch, but you don't know about the fast one my parents tried to pull on me (good one guys!) They wrapped it in a cookie tin and my brother, the King of Improv, told me before I opened it that those cookies were the best he's ever had and would want one after I opened them up. I threw daggers at him with my eyes which luckily became stars and unicorns after I opened the tin. I also got several gift certificates.
The other top gift came from the SJC - a Bose Sounddock. Now I can listen to Lionel Richie sing about dancing on the ceiling and instead of changing the album, a smooth transition to a song about not being able to go for that (no can do) by Hall & Oates comes on. Brilliant.
Despite my weak attempt at brattiness in which I declared that I would burn my parent's house down if I didn't get an iPod touch, it was a very lucrative year for me in terms of presents. I've lumped my Christmas loot in with my birthday loot because no matter how hard I try, they will always fall on the same day. So my options are to a) try to convince the world that Christmas is in April or b) deal with it. After 28 years of failed attempts at an April Christmas, I've decided to deal with it. After all, I will be 30 this year. Chalk it up to maturity.
Thanks to jet lag, I slept most of the time and kept odd hours. I would wake up around 5 and go to bed around 8 or 9, which in Eastern Standard Time means I'm a farmer, but in Greenwich Mean Time, I was really burning the midnight oil and living the life of a high roller. In reality, I was Seinfeld reruns and fighting to stay awake.
So do you want to know what I got? Well I'll tell you. You know about the iPod touch, but you don't know about the fast one my parents tried to pull on me (good one guys!) They wrapped it in a cookie tin and my brother, the King of Improv, told me before I opened it that those cookies were the best he's ever had and would want one after I opened them up. I threw daggers at him with my eyes which luckily became stars and unicorns after I opened the tin. I also got several gift certificates.
The other top gift came from the SJC - a Bose Sounddock. Now I can listen to Lionel Richie sing about dancing on the ceiling and instead of changing the album, a smooth transition to a song about not being able to go for that (no can do) by Hall & Oates comes on. Brilliant.
Monday, January 12, 2009
Catching up
I've been MIA again. This time with good reason. My sister's BFF Jenn was in town for a visit and we were out and about every day. This past weekend we went to the west coast for some sight seeing. Too bad about the rain and the mist. At least we got to see the inside of a car! In typical Irish fashion, the weather was beautiful while we were in Dublin but as soon as we hit Saturday, it went to hell. We went to Newgrange on Saturday as well as Limerick. We attempted the Cliffs of Moher on Sunday, but no luck. We got back late last night and she left today. By the way, today it was in the upper 40s and sunny. Figures.
Narwhals are pretty cool, huh.
Busy little week coming my way. I have to mail a bunch of things tomorrow and pick up a package. Then I have to apply for jobs (ouch) and then I have to paint (finally!) And to add to the mix, I hope to have lunch with KD one of these days. I'm also going to attempt to plan a trip to meet baby James at some point. Back into the swing of things, I guess.
Narwhals are pretty cool, huh.
Busy little week coming my way. I have to mail a bunch of things tomorrow and pick up a package. Then I have to apply for jobs (ouch) and then I have to paint (finally!) And to add to the mix, I hope to have lunch with KD one of these days. I'm also going to attempt to plan a trip to meet baby James at some point. Back into the swing of things, I guess.
Tuesday, January 06, 2009
Oh what a day.
Good evening. Today was a busy day. I went into town and met a friend for lunch, then ran some errands. I couldn't find anything at Brown Thomas I wanted besides makeup, and I'm not in the market right now, so I'll hold. I did go to M&S though! And then, well, the errands were boring.
Now I'm tidying up the apartment in anticipation of a grand arrival in the form of my sister's best friend. This place has to be spotless otherwise Kate will hear about it and then I envision being kidnapped and thrown into a van and deported back to the US.
Today I saw a magical, magical car. It was a 1999 Opal crapbox and the back of it was covered with Red Sox stickers. At first I thought it was an American car over here for the fun of it, but then I realized they don't have Opals in the US. Then I wanted to hug the car, but it was driving away. I gotta say it was a good day.
Now I'm tidying up the apartment in anticipation of a grand arrival in the form of my sister's best friend. This place has to be spotless otherwise Kate will hear about it and then I envision being kidnapped and thrown into a van and deported back to the US.
Today I saw a magical, magical car. It was a 1999 Opal crapbox and the back of it was covered with Red Sox stickers. At first I thought it was an American car over here for the fun of it, but then I realized they don't have Opals in the US. Then I wanted to hug the car, but it was driving away. I gotta say it was a good day.
Monday, January 05, 2009
2008 is over??
Woah, that went by fast. I've been MIA for the past 2 weeks due to various things, namely that I've been home for Lizmas and then in Sligo for the New Year. I'm done sorting through about 200 pictures that span over the past 2 weeks and in the process of uploading them to Facebook (that's how I roll.) I think I may have to have not one, but two albums with all the glory I've captured on film.
It's Monday, people are back to work, and I'm back in Dublin, doing household chores such as laundry and having one person dance parties. Jealous?
Christmas came and went without a big fuss. And by 'Christmas' I mean 'my birthday.' Yeap, I'm one year older and according to Brain Training, about 11 years wiser. My 2009 New Years Resolution is simple: Progress.
Tomorrow I may put up some pictures, but for now I'll just say 'Welcome to 2009.'
It's Monday, people are back to work, and I'm back in Dublin, doing household chores such as laundry and having one person dance parties. Jealous?
Christmas came and went without a big fuss. And by 'Christmas' I mean 'my birthday.' Yeap, I'm one year older and according to Brain Training, about 11 years wiser. My 2009 New Years Resolution is simple: Progress.
Tomorrow I may put up some pictures, but for now I'll just say 'Welcome to 2009.'
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