Well would you look at that. Its been damn near a month since I've blogged. I'm busy, sue me.
BuddyBuddy is still driving me mad. I quit a job, cause fuck it. I'd rather be broke than miserable. I've been fortunate enough to see the Boop almost every weekend since he's left. I spent a night on a yacht in the Inner Harbor. I made friends with a sad old man, who told me I had to have children so I wouldn't die alone. And, I have acquired a boyfriend, that my husband approves of.
I'm going to try the beach again tomorrow. I havent been since the burning. I'm hoping tomorrow works out better for me.
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
I'll take skin cancer for 1, please
I'm burned. BURNT. Crispy. Well done. However you'd like to put it, I'm it.
Somehow, my knees manage to avoid the flamethrower we call the sun. I'm not sure how that happened, but when my partial thickness injury turns to a golden brown, those white spots are going to be HOT. I cant wait to hear the "on your knees" jokes.
Working nights has the benefit of allowing you to have every day off. Most of the time, it's for sleep. Sometimes its to run errands that can only be done when normal people function i.e, grocery shopping, Dr's appointments, and the bank. But, in the summer, it's for the beach. Work til 7am, beach by 9, home by 4, rinse, repeat. Its a wonderful thing.
Tuesday I arrived at the beach at 830. I walked 4 miles down the walking path, which was awesome, then was on the beach by 930. I called Mija and she said she was on her way. Fab! Company! I applied some sunscreen, Waterproof SPF 4, and jumped in the water to cool off. I then proceeded to sleep, face down, til Mija woke me at noon. And then stayed til 2. I'm smart.
I know, I know. SPF 4?! My entire life I've never needed anything higher than that. I'm pretty fair, but in the sun my italian comes out, and I've always handled the sun well. However, at the ripe old age of 32, during my last summer at the Jersey shore, my skin has given out. I'm just like every other fair skinned person. Burned. Pass the SPF 100, please.
I spent most of today laying in a bathtub of vinegar. I warned BuddyBuddy about the smell that permeated through the house. I swear, I wasn't douching all over the house. It worked pretty well, and I actually felt good for a few hours.
I'm stocked up on SPF 50, aloe, lidocaine gel, and after sun lotion. I'm ready for you, Sandy Hook! And as soon as I molt out of this shell, we're having a rematch!
Somehow, my knees manage to avoid the flamethrower we call the sun. I'm not sure how that happened, but when my partial thickness injury turns to a golden brown, those white spots are going to be HOT. I cant wait to hear the "on your knees" jokes.
Working nights has the benefit of allowing you to have every day off. Most of the time, it's for sleep. Sometimes its to run errands that can only be done when normal people function i.e, grocery shopping, Dr's appointments, and the bank. But, in the summer, it's for the beach. Work til 7am, beach by 9, home by 4, rinse, repeat. Its a wonderful thing.
Tuesday I arrived at the beach at 830. I walked 4 miles down the walking path, which was awesome, then was on the beach by 930. I called Mija and she said she was on her way. Fab! Company! I applied some sunscreen, Waterproof SPF 4, and jumped in the water to cool off. I then proceeded to sleep, face down, til Mija woke me at noon. And then stayed til 2. I'm smart.
I know, I know. SPF 4?! My entire life I've never needed anything higher than that. I'm pretty fair, but in the sun my italian comes out, and I've always handled the sun well. However, at the ripe old age of 32, during my last summer at the Jersey shore, my skin has given out. I'm just like every other fair skinned person. Burned. Pass the SPF 100, please.
I spent most of today laying in a bathtub of vinegar. I warned BuddyBuddy about the smell that permeated through the house. I swear, I wasn't douching all over the house. It worked pretty well, and I actually felt good for a few hours.
I'm stocked up on SPF 50, aloe, lidocaine gel, and after sun lotion. I'm ready for you, Sandy Hook! And as soon as I molt out of this shell, we're having a rematch!
Thursday, May 24, 2012
Woe is me
WARNING: PITY PARTY AHEAD
I know. I have nothing to whine about. But, this is my blog and I'll whine if I want to.
I miss The Boop. I miss having my husband around everyday, even if it was just to carpool to work. I miss him scratching my back every morning til I fell asleep. I miss him coming into the bathroom at the end of my shower, just to hand me my towel. I just miss him.
I've been fortunate enough to see him on the weekends, but this weekend is it, unless I go there. He's just too busy. I know there are people who have it worse then me, but I didn't sign on for that life. I married a man who I spent every single day with, both at work and at home. I married my BFF. Being apart from him sucks, and I hate it.
BuddyBuddy is driving me nuts. I know he doesn't mean to, and I cant imagine how he's feeling, but I'm not adjusting to this roommate business very well. I'm going to try to have a chat with him this evening. We'll see how it goes. I'm just so frustrated. On a scale of 1-10, my stress level is about 165, and he's not helping.
The bills are nonstop. I didn't realize how many we had, until The Boop stopped getting a pay check. Holy shit. I have no idea how we're going to stay afloat. I know talking about finances is sooo tacky, but lets face it; Ang, you're the only one who reads this and youre my BFF, so this isn't anything you don't already know.
I'm working 6 days a week, 12 hr days. I'm exhausted. I have laundry coming out of my ears, and I'm sleeping an avg of 3hrs a day. I accept that I have to do this to keep our bills paid while The Boop is in the academy, but I'm really upset that THIS is what my last summer in NJ is going to be. I should be going to picnics, hanging out with my nephew, making an ass out of my self DTS.....this grown up business is for the birds.
Ugh, we're 1/4 of the way through. I just got to keep on trucking.
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I know. I have nothing to whine about. But, this is my blog and I'll whine if I want to.
I miss The Boop. I miss having my husband around everyday, even if it was just to carpool to work. I miss him scratching my back every morning til I fell asleep. I miss him coming into the bathroom at the end of my shower, just to hand me my towel. I just miss him.
I've been fortunate enough to see him on the weekends, but this weekend is it, unless I go there. He's just too busy. I know there are people who have it worse then me, but I didn't sign on for that life. I married a man who I spent every single day with, both at work and at home. I married my BFF. Being apart from him sucks, and I hate it.
BuddyBuddy is driving me nuts. I know he doesn't mean to, and I cant imagine how he's feeling, but I'm not adjusting to this roommate business very well. I'm going to try to have a chat with him this evening. We'll see how it goes. I'm just so frustrated. On a scale of 1-10, my stress level is about 165, and he's not helping.
The bills are nonstop. I didn't realize how many we had, until The Boop stopped getting a pay check. Holy shit. I have no idea how we're going to stay afloat. I know talking about finances is sooo tacky, but lets face it; Ang, you're the only one who reads this and youre my BFF, so this isn't anything you don't already know.
I'm working 6 days a week, 12 hr days. I'm exhausted. I have laundry coming out of my ears, and I'm sleeping an avg of 3hrs a day. I accept that I have to do this to keep our bills paid while The Boop is in the academy, but I'm really upset that THIS is what my last summer in NJ is going to be. I should be going to picnics, hanging out with my nephew, making an ass out of my self DTS.....this grown up business is for the birds.
Ugh, we're 1/4 of the way through. I just got to keep on trucking.
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Wednesday, May 23, 2012
Nervous Nelly
A few things happened on my recent drive down to MD. This whole driving business is new for me. Ok, not so new. I've been driving legally for 15yrs now, and before that I was driving my drunk stepfather home from the bar. So, almost 20yrs. I've always loved driving. Especially when I was a smoker. Oh man, spring time, windows down, Metallica blasting, smoking a cigarette in my Ford Probe GT. I was so cool. Then I started working in EMS. Now, driving and I are no such good friends anymore.
Driving my civilian vehicle is completely different then driving my work vehicle. People drive like such assholes, it really is unbelievable. Add my ridiculous anxiety that I experience 24/7, and I'm like a chihuahua behind the wheel. Holding on tight at 10 & 2, checking my mirrors, trying to stay aware of everything on the road....it's exhausting.
Take all of that, and add in the fact that I am deathly afraid of bridges. I have this fear either A) the bridge will collapse and I will plummet to my death. Only I wont die on impact, I will drown trying to get out of the car. And if by some chance I DO get out (always cross a bridge with the windows down for an easy escape) I will either get tangled up in river flora or, I will be blinded by vehicle fuel, and not be able to tell which way to swim, subsequently swimming to my own death; OR B) there will be a heinous wreck, cars will pile up, and somehow, in a freak accident, my car will suffered a dual smash causing me to go airborne and fly over the side of the bridge, and again, plummeting to my death. Sounds like a good time, right? Yeah, well, I drove over the Bay Bridge.
6.9 miles of wide open bridge. I almost shit my pants. I knew it was something that probably wasn't in my best interest, but The Boop insisted this route was faster, and more importantly, he was adamant I couldn't do it. Fuck. You. Guy. I drove it. And, I will never, ever do it again.
The rest of my drive was no where near as exciting, but I did witness a phenomenon I can only describe as Florida rain. I had never seen it before, though I had heard it happens. I was driving on one side of the highway, enjoying a beautifully sunny day, while the opposite side of the road was treated to pouring rain and clouds. I drove along, first amazed that that type of weather really does exist, then I was boasting, 'nanner nanner, I'm in the sun' and that quickly passed when I drove directly into the eye of a hurricane. Ok, it wasn't really a hurricane, but holy crap was there a lot of rain.
And finally, I turned 75 somewhere along the trip. As much as I hate driving, I usually do a good job keeping with the flow of traffic, and I can perform the jersey slide really well. Not this trip. Somewhere just before Delaware, I noticed myself in the right lane. Doing 50mph. Singing along to DMB. Chillin. In a 65mph zone. I still made it home in less than 4 hrs. And not a single fuck was given that day.
Driving my civilian vehicle is completely different then driving my work vehicle. People drive like such assholes, it really is unbelievable. Add my ridiculous anxiety that I experience 24/7, and I'm like a chihuahua behind the wheel. Holding on tight at 10 & 2, checking my mirrors, trying to stay aware of everything on the road....it's exhausting.
Take all of that, and add in the fact that I am deathly afraid of bridges. I have this fear either A) the bridge will collapse and I will plummet to my death. Only I wont die on impact, I will drown trying to get out of the car. And if by some chance I DO get out (always cross a bridge with the windows down for an easy escape) I will either get tangled up in river flora or, I will be blinded by vehicle fuel, and not be able to tell which way to swim, subsequently swimming to my own death; OR B) there will be a heinous wreck, cars will pile up, and somehow, in a freak accident, my car will suffered a dual smash causing me to go airborne and fly over the side of the bridge, and again, plummeting to my death. Sounds like a good time, right? Yeah, well, I drove over the Bay Bridge.
The rest of my drive was no where near as exciting, but I did witness a phenomenon I can only describe as Florida rain. I had never seen it before, though I had heard it happens. I was driving on one side of the highway, enjoying a beautifully sunny day, while the opposite side of the road was treated to pouring rain and clouds. I drove along, first amazed that that type of weather really does exist, then I was boasting, 'nanner nanner, I'm in the sun' and that quickly passed when I drove directly into the eye of a hurricane. Ok, it wasn't really a hurricane, but holy crap was there a lot of rain.
And finally, I turned 75 somewhere along the trip. As much as I hate driving, I usually do a good job keeping with the flow of traffic, and I can perform the jersey slide really well. Not this trip. Somewhere just before Delaware, I noticed myself in the right lane. Doing 50mph. Singing along to DMB. Chillin. In a 65mph zone. I still made it home in less than 4 hrs. And not a single fuck was given that day.
Sunday, May 20, 2012
Toto, we aren't in Kansas anymore
Whoa! 6 days since I've blogged?! Sorry, it's been a busy week.
First, I worked my ass off. almost 80hrs in 5 days. This sugar mama business is exhausting.
Then, The Boop came home. He met me at our company's annual EMS Appreciation Dinner. The Boop won Paramedic of the Year!
Yesterday was our anniversary. I cannot believe it's been a year. I can honestly say I love him more now then the day we got married. We had an awesome dinner at the restaurant he proposed at. It was so good. I had steak and what was almost the best dessert I've ever had (the best dessert ever came with a sparkly ring). The we got to witness one of the most horrific proposals ever. Seriously. So, so bad.
Today, I drove down to the Frat House in MD. I thought it would be nice of me to make the boys some Sunday sauce. Big ole pot, with a bunch left over for them to freeze and eat later.
I just got out of the shower. And that's really the only reason I even opened my macbook tonight. This had to be documented. The shower tried to kill me. Serious face. Maybe it was the shower head, maybe its the well water, I don't know. Either way, I almost died.
Take a look at the shower, noting its size:
Does this look like a shower large enough to have a dual head shower head? Cause it has one!!
I turned the water on, waiting for it to warm up, so I can adjust, then I hop in. At first it was good. Then I noticed all the water. Spraying in every fucking direction. I couldn't get away from it. One of the jets was assaulting my head, causing shampoo to dive right into my eye. If you've ever gotten soap in your eyes, while wearing contacts, then you know how soap likes to hang out for a minute.
As if the water torture wasn't enough, the temperature changed. One head was scalding hot, and the other ice cold. By this time I'm plastered against the wall, trying to stay out of the path of the hot water, which I was convinced was being spewed from the mouth of the Devil himself. At one point i had to check the floor of the shower for my nipple. I was sure it was either burned off, or it had jumped clear off my tit, trying to save itself. I tried to grab the knob, but there was no room for error in this tiny closet of hell. It took 3 attempts. 3 painful attempts.
Finally!! I reached it. Ahhhh, thats bett-ICE COLD. The cold was more tolerable than the hot, but holy crap was it cold. I turned the knob to the left, like, a centimeter. And this time I was treated to scalding hot water from BOTH shower heads. The shampoo sud kamikazes were working over time now. This was a battle I was losing. I had to call The Boop for help.
As soon as he walked in, the water behaved itself. It was glorious. I thought maybe it just needed to warm up a bit, so I called false alarm. I swear to Jesus Horatio, The Boop's hand was not off the door knob a second, and the water went ape shit. Again.
I turned the cold water on and rinsed as fast as I could. Next time I come down here, I'm bringing a new shower head. The devil head may have won this battle, but when I come at it with a wrench and rip it from the wall, I'm going to win the war.
First, I worked my ass off. almost 80hrs in 5 days. This sugar mama business is exhausting.
Then, The Boop came home. He met me at our company's annual EMS Appreciation Dinner. The Boop won Paramedic of the Year!
Yesterday was our anniversary. I cannot believe it's been a year. I can honestly say I love him more now then the day we got married. We had an awesome dinner at the restaurant he proposed at. It was so good. I had steak and what was almost the best dessert I've ever had (the best dessert ever came with a sparkly ring). The we got to witness one of the most horrific proposals ever. Seriously. So, so bad.
Today, I drove down to the Frat House in MD. I thought it would be nice of me to make the boys some Sunday sauce. Big ole pot, with a bunch left over for them to freeze and eat later.
I just got out of the shower. And that's really the only reason I even opened my macbook tonight. This had to be documented. The shower tried to kill me. Serious face. Maybe it was the shower head, maybe its the well water, I don't know. Either way, I almost died.
Take a look at the shower, noting its size:
I turned the water on, waiting for it to warm up, so I can adjust, then I hop in. At first it was good. Then I noticed all the water. Spraying in every fucking direction. I couldn't get away from it. One of the jets was assaulting my head, causing shampoo to dive right into my eye. If you've ever gotten soap in your eyes, while wearing contacts, then you know how soap likes to hang out for a minute.
As if the water torture wasn't enough, the temperature changed. One head was scalding hot, and the other ice cold. By this time I'm plastered against the wall, trying to stay out of the path of the hot water, which I was convinced was being spewed from the mouth of the Devil himself. At one point i had to check the floor of the shower for my nipple. I was sure it was either burned off, or it had jumped clear off my tit, trying to save itself. I tried to grab the knob, but there was no room for error in this tiny closet of hell. It took 3 attempts. 3 painful attempts.
Finally!! I reached it. Ahhhh, thats bett-ICE COLD. The cold was more tolerable than the hot, but holy crap was it cold. I turned the knob to the left, like, a centimeter. And this time I was treated to scalding hot water from BOTH shower heads. The shampoo sud kamikazes were working over time now. This was a battle I was losing. I had to call The Boop for help.
As soon as he walked in, the water behaved itself. It was glorious. I thought maybe it just needed to warm up a bit, so I called false alarm. I swear to Jesus Horatio, The Boop's hand was not off the door knob a second, and the water went ape shit. Again.
I turned the cold water on and rinsed as fast as I could. Next time I come down here, I'm bringing a new shower head. The devil head may have won this battle, but when I come at it with a wrench and rip it from the wall, I'm going to win the war.
Monday, May 14, 2012
Please use the word in a sentence...
intromit [in-truh-MIT] -verb to introduce; to send, put or let in.
That's today's word of the day. I've been getting dictonary.com's Word of the Day everyday, for about six months. I thought it would help me expand my vocabulary. I can honestly say, that six months and 152 new words later, "fuck" is still the most commonly used word in my vernacular. I'm pretty classy, I know. Fuck it.
I picked up an extra 6 hours this morning at work. I'm exhausted. This is all I've got today. I'm going to go intromit myself to my bed. Intromit.
That's today's word of the day. I've been getting dictonary.com's Word of the Day everyday, for about six months. I thought it would help me expand my vocabulary. I can honestly say, that six months and 152 new words later, "fuck" is still the most commonly used word in my vernacular. I'm pretty classy, I know. Fuck it.
I picked up an extra 6 hours this morning at work. I'm exhausted. This is all I've got today. I'm going to go intromit myself to my bed. Intromit.
Sunday, May 13, 2012
Thank you, sir! May I have another!?
The Boop and I had big plans for our date night. Sushi, cocktails, fro-yo, and sexxxy time. It was an absolutely beautiful night, downtown was bustling and BuddyBuddy was working the overnight, so we'd have the whole house to ourselves. Game. On.
First, cocktails! Landshark for him, sangria for me. I know, I know. Sake, sake, sake. I don't like it. Never did. Not hot, not cold, not in a bomb. Blech. Japan can keep it!
We started out with some shumai and edamame, then moved onto the main event. Sushi and sashimi everywhere! Tuna, salmon and crab, oh my!! We went 3 rounds, including 2 Edison rolls. What's an Edison roll, you ask? Shrimp tempura, tuna and spicy crab. You just gained a pound reading that. And we had two. It was so damn good I couldn't stop myself. I can eat sushi & sashimi forever. Om nom.
During this fish fest, I managed to drink an entire bottle of sangria. Yago. It's delish, it's only $6, and apparently, it it quite easy to drink. Which is all well and good, until you add 65lbs of sticky rice and raw fish on top of it. It was time for the check, and time for The Boop to roll me down Main Street to the car. Rain check on the fro-yo, please!
By the time we got home The Boop was whining it was past his bedtime, and I was blown up like a deer tick. Yeah, we were pretty sexxxy alright. We snuggled up and passed out within minutes. Before midnight. Animals we are!!
Woke up today with NO hangover. So we cashed in our rain check, and headed back downtown for fro-yo. And another bottle of Yago. Just in case.
First, cocktails! Landshark for him, sangria for me. I know, I know. Sake, sake, sake. I don't like it. Never did. Not hot, not cold, not in a bomb. Blech. Japan can keep it!
We started out with some shumai and edamame, then moved onto the main event. Sushi and sashimi everywhere! Tuna, salmon and crab, oh my!! We went 3 rounds, including 2 Edison rolls. What's an Edison roll, you ask? Shrimp tempura, tuna and spicy crab. You just gained a pound reading that. And we had two. It was so damn good I couldn't stop myself. I can eat sushi & sashimi forever. Om nom.
During this fish fest, I managed to drink an entire bottle of sangria. Yago. It's delish, it's only $6, and apparently, it it quite easy to drink. Which is all well and good, until you add 65lbs of sticky rice and raw fish on top of it. It was time for the check, and time for The Boop to roll me down Main Street to the car. Rain check on the fro-yo, please!
By the time we got home The Boop was whining it was past his bedtime, and I was blown up like a deer tick. Yeah, we were pretty sexxxy alright. We snuggled up and passed out within minutes. Before midnight. Animals we are!!
Woke up today with NO hangover. So we cashed in our rain check, and headed back downtown for fro-yo. And another bottle of Yago. Just in case.
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