Smat Kids

Tonight Mary, Peggy, and I were discussing pros and cons to homeschooling etc. Interesting discussion, which is not the purpose of me breaking my fun fast in lieu of studying, It just got me thinking about kids. How they can do anything, be anything they want as long as they have the opportunity.
So, I have a question...
Is it wrong for me to want my kids to be astronauts?

Bossy Pants

I love my job. Not only do I get to help people feel good about themselves, I also get to work with some of the coolest people in Boston.
David Forest Thompson for instance, my boss. A fact which he will often remind me of after doing something ridiculously funny, "I'm Your Boss!" Things like putting a tea strainer on his nose, or doing the perfect cheer herkie, or lapping water out of a cup like a dog and then throwing it in the air and all over the floor. Of course any phrase ending in "poo," or "whore" is classic.

In our downtime of saving the world one head at a time he shares you tube delights, prints images of plumbers bums, and Bugs Bunny in a dress. Since not everyone can have as much fun at work as me, I thought I would share some of the recent hilarity's.



Tell me that isn't funny. C'mon!


The girl flying off the balance beam, I couldn't stop laughing at this one, I think a few tears were shed. So David freeze framed her, printed, and then built a paper stand-up for me so I can see her mid air anytime and smile. Mean are we, but you must admit, he's pretty crafty.

Bugs Bunny in drag, always a favorite.

I hope this has been entertaining, thanks for sharing a piece of my life. HA!




David's twin brother Stuart.

It's Late

"As soon as we are fully conscious we discover loneliness. We need others physically, emotionally, intellectually; we need them if we are to know anything, even ourselves." C.S. Lewis

Captain's Log 10426

Stardate 01.28.2007; 11:22am : Decide I'm freezing, every part of me is going cold, and I need to get out of this immediate universe.
11:25am: Purchase plane ticket to Phoenix Arizona to visit my brunette clone bff.

Stardate 02.13.2007; 4:35pm: Pedicure, shopping, and 70 degrees. Loving my life, my friend, and my toes.

Stardate 02.14.2007; 12:35pm: Discover all flights due East are canceled because of weather. I have the black plague and could be dying, happy about flight being canceled. Two extra days of warm.

Stardate 02.16.2007; 6:35am: Arrive at Logan International after enduring sleepless red eye flight next to space hog girl. Breath seen exiting the plane, cold air filling the lungs.
9:30am: Chisel car out of the ice chrysalis that it's hibernating in.
10:00am-6:00pm: Work A off all day without sleep and with remnants of said plague.
6:29pm: Walk across the Boston sidewalk ice version of the sea of tranquility. Forging ahead to our sought destination, Colleen and I verses the wind blasts of death screaming at the top of our lungs, or as loud as our diseased throats would allow.
6:34pm: Arrive at Santarpio's Pizzeria in East bean with sherpa. Eat best pizza in the world amid the most Italian men ever, gawking and objectifying. Vincenzo the Norm of Santarpio's, Lefty the bartender, and Anthony our missionary experience. Priceless.
11:20pm: Still not asleep. Made a me doll. I love that I'm home.

Tribute To My Youth...

I love Thriller. I used to beg my parents to rent the VHS with the behind the scenes section. I freakin' ate that crap up. Anyway, I had a pretty creepy zombie dream last night and so I've decided to share a bit of it with the blogging world. Enjoy.





And of course the original and best. Friends, please tell me you're in when I ask if we can learn this dance and spontaneously break into formation at the next munch and mingle...or something.

Stapling My Guts On The Outside.

I'm not really good at hiding what's going on inside of me. Thank you to all that endure my spastic nature when I'm wearing my entrails as a new sun dress. And sorry to those I'm mean to when I can't pretend to adore you.

A Day of Happy Happenings

• I woke up late this morning after SLEEPING through the entire night (without narcotics) snuggled into my delicious bed, cradled by my new 1000 thread count sheets...bliss. Still made it to work on time, minus the ten minutes I was late (that doesn't really count).

• Not washing my hair for an undiscolsable amount of days and still feeling like it's cute enough to go to work on Newbury Street. If you really want to know, I'll tell you...sick, but okay.

• Found a much coveted parking place on Exeter Street where the meters have been sawed off to be replaced by...well I don't know, and frankly don't care. No meter, no quarters, no moving every two hours, no time limit, no ticket, no continuing building my animosity for meter persons, one less sinful thought. I won the parking lottery.

• My favorite sandwich on Newbury is available at Deluca's Market for $6. Chicken salad with cranberries and walnuts on delectable seven grain bread. Comes with a smile from the deli, and a flirty cashier dude who stares at me in a way that makes me uncomfortable and flattered at the same time. Today's bonus: the deli guy gave me a half sand discount because I'm there all the time. Yes, please!

• Rick Harrington gave me an "apostolic" blessing. He "prophetized" ("prophesied Rick?"). "I prophetize and bless you that you will be busy and successful here and you'll have a lot of clients, it will take some time, and you'll use your abundance to benefit the church. In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit" (making the sign of the cross). Blink... blink...thanks...Rick (furrowed brow).

• 1:30pm: Receive overly complimentary text from Daniel McMurtry concerning his new hair cut. Nice, very, very nice.

• Crazy extensions lady: 1) tells me I look skinny (just a trick of the light, and my monochromatic habits), 2) tips me when I was absolutely sure that wouldn't happen. Appreciated...sigh.

• Slicing my finger at work...again. Okay, not totally happy, but blood equals life. I'm alive. Yea!

• Colleen reminding me that the Best Buy in the Cambridge Side Galleria isn't open right now, saving me a trip there, and a piece of my sanity. Priceless.

• Running without my ipod. Very pure.

• Now I get to sleep in my sheets again. Smile.