I'm happy to report that two humans and three birds made it safely to the island. We got here on Monday and have spent the past few days getting settled.
I will be back to post a proper update with pics, but for now I need you to cross your fingers: I interviewed today for the beach waitress job - apparently it's between me and some other chick. I told the guy I would rock it out; he told me one of us was getting called. I suppose that was my cue to toss my huge chest in his face...but I lack the huge chest, so I smiled and said 'Oooh, suspense!' and he laughed.
So here I am, waiting by the phone like I'm back in 7th grade doodling the names of me and some hot classmate on a notebook while shooting sad looks at the phone. *sigh*
In the meantime - I have no idea how to find out who's lurking my site on Blogger - so I gots to ask- does anyone love NJaney anymore?
Show me the love people! There's a prize in it for ya!
Okay, there's no prize...but just do it anyways.
:)
Friday, November 30, 2007
Sunday, November 25, 2007
Close game
But the Pats remain defeated. Let's see, the spread was 23.5...and we won by 3. Ouch. You KNOW everyone was expecting a rout, especially the frustrated crowd at the stadium. We were sloppy. Heads are gonna roll in Bill's house this week!
I hope you all enjoyed your Thanksgivings :) Ours was perfect...family time, football, couch-napping. Love it. We got back from the Cape yesterday evening, showered up and met friends out for a goodbye dinner. We got our drink on, and I followed that up with my third sleepless night in a row. Way frustrating. I get anxious with the transition and I'm paying for it with a cold. I'm in the phlegm-battle of trying to cough it up or swallow it. Of course you have that middle area where you keep growling and hacking to get the phlegm to a better place but all you end up doing is annoying those around you. Whatever. I'm going to make someone a lucky person when they sit next to me on the plane tomorrow...!
Our flight is at the crack of dawn, we're being picked up at 4AM, so our wake-up time is, uh, 3. Which, last time I checked, is 3 hours from now. Stupid close football game. If it was a rout I would have clocked out a few hours ago.
I think I'm clocking out now. Right after I check my purse for the third time to make sure I really do have everything I need. My OCD is in full swing at the moment.
Later.
I hope you all enjoyed your Thanksgivings :) Ours was perfect...family time, football, couch-napping. Love it. We got back from the Cape yesterday evening, showered up and met friends out for a goodbye dinner. We got our drink on, and I followed that up with my third sleepless night in a row. Way frustrating. I get anxious with the transition and I'm paying for it with a cold. I'm in the phlegm-battle of trying to cough it up or swallow it. Of course you have that middle area where you keep growling and hacking to get the phlegm to a better place but all you end up doing is annoying those around you. Whatever. I'm going to make someone a lucky person when they sit next to me on the plane tomorrow...!
Our flight is at the crack of dawn, we're being picked up at 4AM, so our wake-up time is, uh, 3. Which, last time I checked, is 3 hours from now. Stupid close football game. If it was a rout I would have clocked out a few hours ago.
I think I'm clocking out now. Right after I check my purse for the third time to make sure I really do have everything I need. My OCD is in full swing at the moment.
Later.
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Bring on the Gravy
Happy Day-Before-Thanksgiving!
We are released from work at 3pm today, which rocks. It's also jeans day, which rocks some more. As it's my last physical day at work my co-worker-in-crime and I will promptly head out for some drinks in a celebration of 'goodbye'. *sniff*
After drinks I'll find the Man for some dinner, then the two of us are headed to the bowling alley to chill out with our bowling buds whom we haven't seen since locking up our bowling shoes last year. The night before Thanksgiving is famous for being one of the biggest bar nights during the year (I guess it competes pretty heavily with St. Pats right?) so tonight will be loud and rowdy I'm sure.
Tomorrow we head to the Man's family for turkey and gift exchange in a celebration we like to call ThanksMas; then we will head to the Cape on Friday to see my fam. Saturday night we are meeting pals for a final dinner, Sunday we drop the cars off at our mechanic who will care for them while we're gone...and Monday morning we catch a 6:30 AM flight out of the cold and into the warm.
But for now let's concentrate on the food, family and football that we'll all enjoy tomorrow.
Enjoy your Thanksgivings!!
We are released from work at 3pm today, which rocks. It's also jeans day, which rocks some more. As it's my last physical day at work my co-worker-in-crime and I will promptly head out for some drinks in a celebration of 'goodbye'. *sniff*
After drinks I'll find the Man for some dinner, then the two of us are headed to the bowling alley to chill out with our bowling buds whom we haven't seen since locking up our bowling shoes last year. The night before Thanksgiving is famous for being one of the biggest bar nights during the year (I guess it competes pretty heavily with St. Pats right?) so tonight will be loud and rowdy I'm sure.
Tomorrow we head to the Man's family for turkey and gift exchange in a celebration we like to call ThanksMas; then we will head to the Cape on Friday to see my fam. Saturday night we are meeting pals for a final dinner, Sunday we drop the cars off at our mechanic who will care for them while we're gone...and Monday morning we catch a 6:30 AM flight out of the cold and into the warm.
But for now let's concentrate on the food, family and football that we'll all enjoy tomorrow.
Enjoy your Thanksgivings!!
Monday, November 19, 2007
Oh the pain
My laptop is sick. I don't know why. I have her at work today to see if our IT dude can help her. I had the shakes yesterday from not being able to play on her. I'm so addicted.
In other news, I'm hungover. We had a couple of friends over last night for an early present exchange (Happy ChrisGiving everyone!) and we put down a few margaritas while watching the Pats WAX Buffalo. Blowouts are fun! 19-0 and baby, I can smell it.
They bought us Cranium and an awesome painted turtle for the island. We helped to pimp their ride and gave them black and white checkered floor mats for their silver Mini. We then spent the second half of the football game playing Cranium and slurping 'ritas.
And now my head hurts.
Tally Ho my good people.
In other news, I'm hungover. We had a couple of friends over last night for an early present exchange (Happy ChrisGiving everyone!) and we put down a few margaritas while watching the Pats WAX Buffalo. Blowouts are fun! 19-0 and baby, I can smell it.
They bought us Cranium and an awesome painted turtle for the island. We helped to pimp their ride and gave them black and white checkered floor mats for their silver Mini. We then spent the second half of the football game playing Cranium and slurping 'ritas.
And now my head hurts.
Tally Ho my good people.
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Shake it sistah
After some back and forth my current company has allowed me to work virtually for the month of December, which I'm psyched about. I have to work year 'round, and this gives me a little bit of cushion for our first month on island as I won't have to rush like a mad woman trying to secure employment.
Last year I worked out of the house doing admin for a realtor, which worked out well enough. That may spring up again when we hit 2008, but for now I'm not counting on it. What I am counting on is happily buzzed tourists opening their wallets; this year I'm going for tips.
I've already called the one that's on the top of my list - Magen's Bay Beach. They have a bar on the beach, and they have servers who will strut up and down bringing daiquiris and margaritas straight to you - whether you're on your lounge chair or floating in the surf. I want to be one of those servers, for a couple of shifts a week. A) for the exercise B) for the tips. So I've been busting my butt with arm weights, crunches and sweating on the treadmill in preparation should I get the job. You see, the servers wear bikinis while they work, and while I'm fine with myself in a bathing suit on a regular day at the beach with our buddies the scrutiny goes way up when you're walking back and forth in front of tourists.
Especially the female ones. We love to scrutinize other chicks in their suits don't we ladies? Catty bitches...all of us. I'm guilty of it. There's a couple of beach walkers in their 20's, with perfect little bodies. Then there's the one who looks slightly older and wears a suit with slighty more coverage, and when the Man and I saw her last year we were like 'If SHE can do it then I can do it!'. I'll meet with them when we're on island to see if they're in the market for a 33 yr old, big personalitied, needs-a-tan, small-chested chick with a not-yet-toned-but-getting-there boot-tay.
Add in a cowboy hat and some sweet-talking and y'all would buy a rum punch from me right?
Last year I worked out of the house doing admin for a realtor, which worked out well enough. That may spring up again when we hit 2008, but for now I'm not counting on it. What I am counting on is happily buzzed tourists opening their wallets; this year I'm going for tips.
I've already called the one that's on the top of my list - Magen's Bay Beach. They have a bar on the beach, and they have servers who will strut up and down bringing daiquiris and margaritas straight to you - whether you're on your lounge chair or floating in the surf. I want to be one of those servers, for a couple of shifts a week. A) for the exercise B) for the tips. So I've been busting my butt with arm weights, crunches and sweating on the treadmill in preparation should I get the job. You see, the servers wear bikinis while they work, and while I'm fine with myself in a bathing suit on a regular day at the beach with our buddies the scrutiny goes way up when you're walking back and forth in front of tourists.
Especially the female ones. We love to scrutinize other chicks in their suits don't we ladies? Catty bitches...all of us. I'm guilty of it. There's a couple of beach walkers in their 20's, with perfect little bodies. Then there's the one who looks slightly older and wears a suit with slighty more coverage, and when the Man and I saw her last year we were like 'If SHE can do it then I can do it!'. I'll meet with them when we're on island to see if they're in the market for a 33 yr old, big personalitied, needs-a-tan, small-chested chick with a not-yet-toned-but-getting-there boot-tay.
Add in a cowboy hat and some sweet-talking and y'all would buy a rum punch from me right?
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Question
When describing a table of food where you line up to serve yourself which do you prefer to call it:
A) Booo-fay?
or
B) Buh-fay?
That is all.
A) Booo-fay?
or
B) Buh-fay?
That is all.
Sunday, November 11, 2007
Two Weeks
Enough time to do the following:
- say goodbye to friends
- squeeze in two holidays with family
- say goodbye to family
- see if my current job will let me go virtual
- mail out some boxes
- get a travel certificate from the vet
- get the house clean and the fridge empty
- tone my ass (i wish)
- make a list of places I can waitress at
- meet my tennis buds for a few more night games
- change our mailing address
- have one last hair appt.
- store our cars
- enjoy last lunch trips to my favorite stores and restaurants with my kickass co-worker
- mentally prepare myself for a day of travel with three squawky birds (and to pray for crying toddlers to be on our flights as buffers)
Two weeks until we get back to de Island way mon. Free rum punches for everyone!
- say goodbye to friends
- squeeze in two holidays with family
- say goodbye to family
- see if my current job will let me go virtual
- mail out some boxes
- get a travel certificate from the vet
- get the house clean and the fridge empty
- tone my ass (i wish)
- make a list of places I can waitress at
- meet my tennis buds for a few more night games
- change our mailing address
- have one last hair appt.
- store our cars
- enjoy last lunch trips to my favorite stores and restaurants with my kickass co-worker
- mentally prepare myself for a day of travel with three squawky birds (and to pray for crying toddlers to be on our flights as buffers)
Two weeks until we get back to de Island way mon. Free rum punches for everyone!
Friday, November 9, 2007
For the Record
Green Day's song 'Time of Your Life' always makes me teary.
Also for the record, the concert rocked. Wolfgang did sing some backup, played a good bass and generally hung around his side of the stage - while letting the veterans jump around and act silly. He was introduced, and we showed him the love - and you could tell Eddie was tickled to be on stage with his son. Very cool for both of them. The band, as a whole, rocked!
One last VH note: The shirt I bought the Man was a black Hanes t-shirt with an authentic *cough* iron on decal from the 1979 VH World Tour, cost me $30. A few people fell for it and thought it was an original shirt from that concert, and asked the Man if they could buy it, or trade for it. One dude asked how he kept it in such great shape and the Man told him it was framed, but he pulled it out to wear for the reunion show. I love drunk people.
Also for the record, the concert rocked. Wolfgang did sing some backup, played a good bass and generally hung around his side of the stage - while letting the veterans jump around and act silly. He was introduced, and we showed him the love - and you could tell Eddie was tickled to be on stage with his son. Very cool for both of them. The band, as a whole, rocked!
One last VH note: The shirt I bought the Man was a black Hanes t-shirt with an authentic *cough* iron on decal from the 1979 VH World Tour, cost me $30. A few people fell for it and thought it was an original shirt from that concert, and asked the Man if they could buy it, or trade for it. One dude asked how he kept it in such great shape and the Man told him it was framed, but he pulled it out to wear for the reunion show. I love drunk people.
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
Where's my rock medal?
I have a chunky ring that I always wear on my right hand's ring-finger. By the end of the night I managed to bruise a spot on my left palm from the chunky ring banging against it each time I clapped my hands.
I guess I clapped my hands a lot. But it's not all my fault...Mr. Lee Roth was telling us too.
You'll be happy to know I have no injuries from the manic fist-pumping that also took place.
I guess I clapped my hands a lot. But it's not all my fault...Mr. Lee Roth was telling us too.
You'll be happy to know I have no injuries from the manic fist-pumping that also took place.
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
Get out the hairspray
We're going to see Van Halen!!!
The comeback tour - the return...the back together...the David Lee Roth show...the where-the-fuck-is-Michael-Anthony tour...whatever you want to call it we are going and I am PSYCHED!!!
They've added a ton of shows for this concert, and while the Boston ones sold out wicked fast we're heading out to Worcester (pronounced Wuh-stah for you non-New Englanders...) to see them rock the house. Yes, Anthony is not with them. Yes, there's a teenager playing in his place. Do I care? When the tour was announced the Man and I were like - SIGN US UP! Then the news came that Wolfgang was playing Anthony's part...and we hemmed and hawed a little bit. Yes, Roth is back, but is it vintage Van Halen with a middle schooler?
However, as we watched the Boston shows sell out, and starting reading reviews of the first few shows we figured we couldn't miss out. The line up of songs is pure what the fans want to hear. People who have seen the show are still exhausted from singing their lungs out. Everyone in attendance has been sporting Van Halen shirts either fresh from the concession booth, or pulled out from the back of the closet where it was balled up over twenty years ago.
So, until roughly 1pm today I will be a good office worker with sensible attire.
By the time we hit Wuh-stah tonight I will be big-haired, eye-lined and ready to pump my fist in the air.
ROCK ON BABY!!
The comeback tour - the return...the back together...the David Lee Roth show...the where-the-fuck-is-Michael-Anthony tour...whatever you want to call it we are going and I am PSYCHED!!!
They've added a ton of shows for this concert, and while the Boston ones sold out wicked fast we're heading out to Worcester (pronounced Wuh-stah for you non-New Englanders...) to see them rock the house. Yes, Anthony is not with them. Yes, there's a teenager playing in his place. Do I care? When the tour was announced the Man and I were like - SIGN US UP! Then the news came that Wolfgang was playing Anthony's part...and we hemmed and hawed a little bit. Yes, Roth is back, but is it vintage Van Halen with a middle schooler?
However, as we watched the Boston shows sell out, and starting reading reviews of the first few shows we figured we couldn't miss out. The line up of songs is pure what the fans want to hear. People who have seen the show are still exhausted from singing their lungs out. Everyone in attendance has been sporting Van Halen shirts either fresh from the concession booth, or pulled out from the back of the closet where it was balled up over twenty years ago.
So, until roughly 1pm today I will be a good office worker with sensible attire.
By the time we hit Wuh-stah tonight I will be big-haired, eye-lined and ready to pump my fist in the air.
ROCK ON BABY!!
Sunday, November 4, 2007
It's wicked late.
I'm on the couch watching the BC/Florida game. Do I follow college football? Um, NO. However there's fuss in this town about our BC Eagles, and our DVD player choked out on us, so the Man and I are playing on our laptops with the game on in the background. In case you're interested the Eagles have choked themselves into their first lost.
I've just spent the past hour or so making this blog purty. It's amazing how much time you can lose when you start playing with pictures and blog colors. I think I like what I've created. I did enjoy my little space on MSN...until I was unable to post entries. I emailed MSN and received a loooong email back with 'Things I Could Do to Fix the Problem'. It made me tired just reading it. So I jumped ship. Got the hell outta Dodge. Made like a tree and leave(d). Turned tail.
I think you get the idea.
And here we are.
Are you as excited as I am?
Tomorrow is a big day. Patriots vs. Colts. 4:15 pm. To say this game is huge is an understatement. This game is huger than huge, and yes, it's a regular season game. I'm tense and excited about it at the exact same time. You could say I'm excensed. Or Tecited.
I plan to have a Blogger-Warming party sometime this week to celebrate my new blog. Of course you're all invited. Stay tuned for details.
GO PATS
I've just spent the past hour or so making this blog purty. It's amazing how much time you can lose when you start playing with pictures and blog colors. I think I like what I've created. I did enjoy my little space on MSN...until I was unable to post entries. I emailed MSN and received a loooong email back with 'Things I Could Do to Fix the Problem'. It made me tired just reading it. So I jumped ship. Got the hell outta Dodge. Made like a tree and leave(d). Turned tail.
I think you get the idea.
And here we are.
Are you as excited as I am?
Tomorrow is a big day. Patriots vs. Colts. 4:15 pm. To say this game is huge is an understatement. This game is huger than huge, and yes, it's a regular season game. I'm tense and excited about it at the exact same time. You could say I'm excensed. Or Tecited.
I plan to have a Blogger-Warming party sometime this week to celebrate my new blog. Of course you're all invited. Stay tuned for details.
GO PATS
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