Entitled Motorcycle

I was walking down the street a couple of weeks ago and saw a motorcycle parked in the middle of the sidewalk. Not in the street, not at the curb; on the sidewalk. How badly do you need that space? Check out the ticket, ha ha!

Serves you right.

I Have Sunk to a New Low

Last night I went to dinner with my friend Amy. I needed to buy groceries; milk, and something for lunch for today, but I didn't want to ask her to stop at the supermarket. We passed by a 7-11 and ran in. I got milk and walked around the store for about 10 minutes, trying to find something edible for lunch. There were individual slices of Spam, refrigerated spaghetti and meatballs that were freshest by yesterday, chicken salad wraps that looked very soggy, and ramen noodles.

Just as I was about to give up, I spotted this:

And I bought it. It was nostalgic; having grown up

in New York, White Castle burgers were a rare

treat whenever I used to go beyond city limits.

I asked the kid behind the counter if he had ever

tried them, and he said, "Yeah, they're really

good. Actually, I like everything in this store."

Lord help me, and may the Organic Food Gods

forgive me for what I am about to eat for lunch

today.

Eye Opener

I can't see a thing without my contacts or glasses. This morning I woke up and noticed a smudge on the ceiling near the trim. Since I sleep in a loft bed, the ceiling is pretty close to me. I squinted my eyes to get a closer look. Closer...closer...and then I figured out what it was. What a sight to wake up to, can you imagine? I cursed at it and left it there; I'll deal with it later.

Food Fun

Check out this big ass strawberry that was at

my school's potluck dinner. Thang was big! Yummy, too. Compliments of Trader Joe's.

Also at the party: Dino Dip. How

adorable is that?

Little Moments

I love little moments. Today it was pouring rain. I was walking along with my umbrella and I saw two people without. The first guy just smiled at me, and a few blocks later, a second guy walked past me, soaking wet. As I got close to him, I said, "Aw, screw the umbrella!" He laughed and said, "You're a baby!" (for using one) Interacting with strangers like that makes me feel like this world is not so big.

I saw a big earthworm squirming around on the pavement, and I put it back into the earth, to atone for the small earthworm I did not put back into the earth a few days ago. It was also to atone for not telling the woman at the bakery she gave me too much change. This was over a month ago, and I'm still feeling guilty about it. It was $5. Discovering my neighbors' indoor cats outside and knocking on their door to tell them about it should make it all come out even.

All this atonement, you'd think I was raised Catholic. In fact, I was raised with no religion at all, but baptized Catholic. Must've been some good conscience down there in that holy water.

Sick Half Sleeve Ink

I love language, especially slang. Today I was wearing a short sleeved tee shirt and jeans, so everyone was looking at the tattoo on my arm. More than usual, people were commenting on it.

Young woman: Hey, nice half sleeve.

(translation: Excuse me, nice tattoo that goes from your shoulder to your elbow)

Appropriate response: Thank you.

Young man, walking slightly behind me:

Hey, that ink is sick!

(translation: Excuse me, but your tattoo is really nice!)

I also replied "thank you" to him. Can you imagine saying thank you to someone who says, "That ink is sick!"? I laugh just thinking of it.

Well, I'm gonna go download some sick music on my iPod and upload some photos to my blog. Later!

Spare Tire? No problem!

Dear Readers,

If you haven't been fortunate or unfortunate enough to try my GI Virus diet, I've found a new way to get rid of the dreaded "muffin top" when you put on a pair of jeans! Got an extra inch or so around your waistline? Does it spill over when you put on a pair of jeans? Are you older than 18? Has something foreign happened to your body around your mid to late 30's? Then here's the solution for you!

It's called NSJ. NSJ can be found in any store, but you may have to shop around for a brand of NSJ that you like. What does NSJ stand for? Next Size Jeans! Here's all you do:

Step 1--Put on a pair of jeans in the size you've worn for the past 10 years. Feeling a little snug? Got a little extra flab to play with? Ick!

Step 2--Put on a pair of jeans in the next size. No flab! No suffocating! No problem! It may take a few sessions of therapy to get used to this new change, but as long as you can breathe, it will be better for you.

Another solution to this problem is the new HWJ, otherwise known as the High Waist Jean. They're making a comeback! These are not to be confused with the "Mom Jean", which should not be worn at any time.

Good luck, and happy breathing!

School Stories

When I was in NYC a few weeks ago, I saw a billboard ad for a childcare center. It was open 7 days a week, 23 hours a day. What hour were they closed, and what do they do for that hour, clean the place?

Here's a cute scene I came upon at my school last week. It's nice to see ocean mammals enjoying a healthy meal. I think the dolphin must have eaten too much.

A Very Long Evening

Today I was in Coolidge Corner, very close to Trader Joe's, where I needed a few groceries. It was 5:00 and I hadn't been home from work yet. I wanted to go home, relax for a few, and then go out again later. On the way home I stopped at CVS. My hands were full of my wallet, my keys, and the receipt, so I stuffed the CVS bag and wallet into the big section of my backpack. Usually I'm very careful about putting my wallet in a different section.

When I got home, I took the CVS bag and wallet out and put it on the table. I checked email, watched the news, had dinner, and prepared to go to Trader Joe's. I wanted to go tonight, because it was a lovely evening, and the forecast predicted rain for tomorrow. I needed milk for my morning tea, and I figured I'd get my contribution to a friend's potluck birthday dinner on Saturday. I also wanted to get the frozen strawberries and cream dessert I had just had at a student's house. Yum! I took my backpack and my iPod, and walked the 3/4 of a mile to Trader Joe's. I wore my new hot pink Mary Jane Crocs, despite my plan to wear them only in the house. They're easy to put on, and I didn't have any other shoes that went with my breezy turquoise skirt quite as well.

Got to TJ's, shopped around, went back and forth on the yogurt (the only yogurt I like turns out to be whole milk yogurt, go figure), and settled on mochi ice cream, as they were sold out of the frozen strawberries and cream.

Went to the checkout, put my basket on the shelf, and opened the wallet section of my backpack. Felt for my wallet, and it wasn't there. In my mind I saw my wallet on my table, on top of the CVS bag. Shit. Fuck. Goddamn it! The cashier said he could put my groceries in a cooler and I could come back. I'm not coming back tonight, man, I just walked here! I sighed deeply, told the cashier that I was getting my exercise in, and left, cursing under my breath.

I went across the street and you know I waited for the bus, I wasn't about to walk 3/4 of a mile back home, screw that. Thankfully, the bus gods took pity on me and sent one immediately. I got off at the stop that would take me near the playground near my house, and I walked through the park. Saw two of my kids, who came running over with big hugs. Gigi asked me where I was coming from. I said, "Trader Joe's, but do you see I have no groceries in my hands? I forgot my wallet." "Oh," said five year old Gigi, "I hate that feeling." After a minute she attempted to make me feel better by chirping, "At least they have free samples!" In an instant, all of my troubles disappeared. Who needs money when they have free samples?

(update: an hour after I finished this blog entry, I discovered $20 that had been in my wallet section the whole time. Is this a trend for me? What does it mean?)

Ahh, spring...

It's so lovely in Boston right now. People are planting flowers, gardening. There are tulips and new mulch everywhere. So many colors: red, yellow, pink, green, and brown. Some people feel such satisfaction after a good few hours in the sun, bonding with mother earth.

I would rather stick a hoe in my eye than garden.

If I had a garden, it would look like this:

Or maybe like this:

I'm a city girl, what can I say?

Butterflies in my hair

Hey Y'all,

I have so many stories, but I'm not in the writing mood these days, so you'll just have to bear with me. Here's a few pics of butterflies I took while at The Butterfly Place in Westwood, MA. I went with a Canon camera club, and we got the place to ourselves for two hours before they opened. I announced to the group that I had a fear of butterflies (they're so unpredictable!) that I was hoping to get over. Thank goodness the butterfly people turned down the heat for us to make the butterflies less active. Most of them just stayed still.

Later, the sun came out, and some of those beautiful giant blue ones started flapping around, and I swear they were divebombing me on purpose! One guy kept saying, "Watch out for that one, it has fangs!" Hey, I just don't like flappy things flying unpredictably around my head, can you blame me? Anyway, guess I had a small story in there after all. Enjoy the pics. More stories to come!

Fan

I went to Ikea the other night. At the end where they have the pick up bins, I looked up and noticed a huge fan. Looking closer, I noticed the name of the company: Big Ass Fans. Pretty funny.

Charlie Card Update

Update: after 4 letters and about 6 phone calls, my new May Charlie Card arrived in the mail yesterday. The squeaky wheel gets the grease.