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7 Jun

Signs in downtown Burlington.  We joked that if we had brought Baxter, all the stores that had “Dogs Welcome” signs posted would have to change them to “All Dogs Except Baxter Welcome”

Self portrait in Burlington

Helping paint the baby’s room.  Kicked out for licking the walls shortly after.

I painted this!  Really!  At the Paint Bar.  So much fun.

My boys.  Behaving for once.


29 Dec

Meet Baxter.  Also known as: Beastie, Poochie, Little Weezy, Baxtie Boo and The Devil Dog.  Answers to none of those names, pretty much ignores whatever we say to him.  Most commonly called “No!”

Favorite pastimes: chewing toes, biting noses, stealing towels, collecting dust bunnies under the bed.

Talents: peeing in the house, chewing on the tree, unfazed by bitter spray, being adorable when sleeping.

We got Baxter from a friend of a friend whose neighbor found him and his brothers in a box in a ditch in VA.  Baxter was able to hitch a ride up to MA with his brother, Milo, and we picked him up the Sunday before Christmas.  I tried to surprise J with him, but logistics were tough, and I told him the night before we went to pick him up.  In retrospect, I would have never been able to drive an hour with a squirmy whiney puppy and not crash the car, and I think J was beginning to think I was cheating on him, so it was good I told him.

Remember my Kids vs. Pets posts (here and here)?  I obviously don’t have first-hand experience in which is harder, but, man, this pup is a lot of work.  We’re on him like white on rice, 24/7.  I have to remind myself that he’s just a baby, but, as far as I know, 2 month olds don’t try to steal your towel while you’re still using it.  I think he has an attitude, too.  We’re trying to give him his approved chew toys when he starts gnawing on something he shouldn’t, but he’s not interested.  In fact, he carries the toy to whatever he shouldn’t be chewing, and starts on that.  And, for a ten pound pup, he has quite the grip.  It took J 10 minutes to dislodge his collar from behind his razor sharp puppy teeth the other day.  He also does this thing where he’s 5 feet away from you and opens and shuts his mouth like he’s trying to bite you even though you’re not near him.  As in, “hey, come closer, my 8 teeth will tear you up, bitch.”

He’s exhausting, but awesome.  He’s still small enough to carry, and when he’s tired, I can pick him up like a baby and take him anywhere.  Until he wakes up and tries to bite my face off.  He terrorized Chloe on Christmas, successfully biting her tail, and scared her so much that she ended up cowering on J’s lap while Baxter took a nap.  Did I mention we’ve become those people who take their dog everywhere?  He slept right through 20 people opening gifts and tossing wrapping paper on Christmas Eve, and successfully peed on every floor we went to visit.

J is beyond excited to have a puppy.  He’s so sweet when he gets Baxter out of his crate to go out (he loves sleeping in his crate, so that’s a big plus!)  He’s currently home with him all day, and I think that’s wearing him out a bit, but you can tell Baxter loves him best.  And I think J might love Baxter more than me, so there’s that.  But overall, we’re thrilled to have this “baby” as part of our family.

Pound Puppies

8 Oct

So, despite this post about kids vs. dogs, we’ve been looking at dogs.  And I’ve come to the conclusion that it might be easier to adopt a kid than it is to adopt a dog.  I know this isn’t technically true, but good lord, they make it difficult.  Here’s the process as I see it (it would be really helpful to know how to create a flow chart right now, but I’m not that talented)

Step 1 – go to and look at all the sad dogs that need you!  They need you now – save them!  Oh, that one looks cute…

Step 2 – Click on dog for more info.

Step 3 – Realize dog is one of the following:

A – part pitbull

B – has one paw in the grave

C – hates kids

D – lives in Texas

Step 4 – Repeat steps 1-3

Step 5 – There he is!  Perfect dog, not too old, housebroken, friendly…

Step 6 – Wait, what’s that?  He’s 30 pounds overweight and needs a ramp to get up the stairs?  He has mange?  And is allergic to dust?  Oh, and his depression meds?  They’re $50/month.

Lather, rinse, repeat.

Okay, so maybe it’s not so easy to find the perfect pet.  But when you do, and you’re sure he’s a winner, you get to go through the adoption process, which varies from shelter to shelter.  For example, the shelter in our city requires you to fill out a 4 page application, plus references.  They want to know where the dog will sleep, who will be his vet, what will happen when you move, what other animals you have/had, etc.   I’m pretty sure if you get through that, you have to surrender your first-born upon adoption.  Oh, and if you have kids, they might not give you a dog.  If your kid is between 6-10, you must have a fence (presumably for the dog, not the kid).

Another shelter in RI requires a $200 deposit just to request a dog.  If they deem you to be a suitable human for said dog, and you change your mind, they keep your money.  This shelter does not adopt to MA homes – apparently RI dogs are too good for us Massholes.  If you think adopting a dog from a shelter is cheap, think again.  I’ve seen fees of up to $450 for puppies.  You can usually get a discount on the old dogs though.

After spending some time on Petfinder, we found some lab/spaniel/terrier puppies that melted our hearts, and they weren’t at a shelter, so I called the woman.  She was nice enough, and told me the puppies would be ready in a few weeks, and there were 7 left.  She asked about us, and I said we owned a home with a yard, had no kids, but wanted a friendly breed that could run with me.  I also mentioned that J is gone from 4am to 4pm, and I am gone 8am to 6pm.  She told me the puppies would not be a good fit, as they need to go out every 2-3 hours.  So, only people who don’t work or can afford a pet sitter can get a puppy.  Or, people who know how to lie better than I do.  Gotcha.

So, we’re back to kind of half-ass looking for a dog.  What I really want is for someone to drop a year old, housebroken boxer on my doorstep so I can skip the red tape and just have a dog (also, wouldn’t mind a potty trained toddler while we’re dropping things on my doorstep.  And a million bucks.  Thanks.)  However, as with anything you want, you must put forth the effort to get it, so the search continues!  I’m thinking that once we get home from vacation and things calm down, we’ll take a ride to a few shelters and see what they have available.  Or we’ll be completely un-PC and buy one at a pet store (gasp!).

Do You Remember?

5 Oct

Wow, I really suck at this blogging thing.  Sorry.  (You must be sick of these apology posts by now, huh?)  Stuff got in the way, I wasn’t in the mood, yaddayadda.

Anyways, here’s what I’ve been up to since my last post:

Did the Heart Walk in Boston with J’s family – it was fun, we walked very slowly (J said he thinks he gained weight during the walk), but it was for a great cause and we had a nice day.  As with all family events, we ended up drinking in a bar afterwards to recover.

Had a bachelorette party involving a sex toy party, penis shaped cupcakes, and a ton of food.  J went to the bachelor party portion of the night, and returned to my BFF’s at 3am after being awake for 24 hours straight.  He also won (and promptly lost) a bottle of Jaeger. 

September is, of course, the best month of the year because it’s my birthday month.  We celebrated by being hungover, eating Italian & Mexican (twice).   J got me boots & a watch, and I got lots of wine & cards, and even a birthday brownie from my new co-workers, so it was a good day!  I bought myself two presents.  This and an OAR CD on iTunes.


Speaking of pumpkin beer, I’m in that panicked “OhMyGod its October so the pumpkin beer will be gone soon, we have to get as much as we can now!” phase.  The Harpoon UFO Pumpkin pictured was not easy to find, and, frankly, I’m not sure it’s better than Shipyard Pumpkinhead (my all time fav).  The Blue Moon Pumpkin is awful, don’t waste your time.  Shocktop has a surprisingly good pumpkin.  I have Sam Pumpkin that I haven’t tried yet, but will report back. 

We had our annual End of Summer Cookout/Fry Fest, and had a keg of Brooklyn Oktoberfest, which I did not enjoy, but tolerated after a few Shipyard Pumpkinheads.  I think (and hope) everyone had fun, even though my arm hurt the next day from scooping out a million bags of leftover chowder.  We are now the proud owners of a tent we didn’t need, so let me know if you need to borrow it! 

In other alcohol related events, J & I went to a wine tasting at our favorite liquor store last week.  75 wines, free to taste.  We got there in the middle of a monsoon, and promptly tried the first 12 wines we were offered.  Needless to say, we didn’t make it very far past the first aisle.  Luckily, our dinner plans were right across the street, and we were able to sober up over calamari, and Sam Oktoberfest.  We also went to the Jonathan Edwards Harvest Festival, which was jam packed but fun.  We opted out of the hay rides this year, as I’m still recovering from last year’s experience. 

We almost bought this picture for the basement, but decided against it.  


We babysat Chloe last weekend.  She’s still the devil, but she’s cute.  If you ever wondered how many grown adults does it take to get a 14 pound dog into a crate,  the answer is 2.  She’s also not a good bed sharer, and I think she broke my back.  She does love her munchkins though.


I’m trying to branch out into some new music.  Someone loaded up my Pandora with new stations, and I’m trying them out instead of just deleting them and going back to OAR.  I’m not sure I like Mumford & Sons (though I do own one song I enjoy), but I’m giving their station a shot.  

Work is good.  I still love the commute, I’m trying to learn the running trails, and I made some new friends:

(Not really.  Still no friends)


Best Worst Week Ever!

9 Aug

This is my last week working in the city, and I’m celebrating by not taking the rush hour train!  I had an appointment yesterday, so I drove in.  I worked from home today, which was bittersweet, as I won’t get to do that in my new role.  I have another appointment tomorrow, so I’m taking a later train, and, since tomorrow night is the OAR concert, I’m sure I will not be rolling out of bed on time for the 7:22 train.  Oh, and I have to drive in Friday because I still have approximately one million pairs of shoes at my desk to bring home.

I kicked off the week with the perfect way to spend a Sunday: doing nothing.  I mean, I did work out, and made a gravy with meatballs, and caught up on work, but it poured all day and I didn’t get out of my pajamas.  And J was home with me, so it was even better.

The rest of the week will be spent handing over projects, cleaning out my email, eating my way through the Seaport District, and drinking at every bar I can get to.  Who knows when I’ll be able to eat nachos for lunch again?  And what if my new caf doesn’t have ice cream sundae Thursdays, or buffalo chicken Wednesdays?  I was informed this weekend that there is a bar near my new job that serves Fried Oreos, so there’s always that to look forward to.

And, of course, OAR tomorrow night, which I have been looking forward to for a year.  And, no, I won’t shut up about it, sorry.

The worst part of the week is the fact that it is my last week in Boston.  As excited as I am to move on, and move closer to home, I’m sad to leave the city and the people I work with now.  But you’ll hear more about that (and a concert review) when I sober up!

Shipping Out of Boston

4 Aug

I have six days of work at BAC in the big city, before I move down to suburbia, which is in the middle of nowhere, according to my work friends.  Since I’m an old married fart approaching my mid thirties, I guess that’s where I belong.  Working in Boston is something I’m glad I did, though.  It was fun while it lasted (and it was funner when it was a 25 minute commute rather than a 90 minute one), but its time to move on.

I started thinking about the things I would and wouldn’t miss about my commute and my sometimes crazy job.  (This isn’t about the people, they get their own post, much like TAC did).

What I won’t miss:

  • Train cliques – good Lord, its like high school lunch time all over again.  Saving seats, laughing loudly, flirting with the conductors.  If I really cared enough, I’m sure I could pick out all sorts of stereotypes: the geek, the cheerleader, the jock.  But I don’t care, and I’m truly not jealous.  Really.
  • Close sitters – I’m not very big.  You don’t need to be on my lap.  And, men, you know you need your ticket in your wallet, take it out before you sit on it and elbow me trying to get it.
  • Working too late and missing the train – this has resulted in spending way too long at the office, in South Station, one $120 cab ride, and one awkward & uncomfortable night sleeping in a conference room.  None were enjoyable.
  • The crazies in the train station parking lot – its like taking your life into your own hands every morning & every night.  People everywhere, cutting off cars, cars on the wrong side of the road.  When I take the 5:40 train home, I need to sit in my car for 10 minutes to work up the nerve to leave.
  • The elements – my best friend doesn’t like rain boots, and doesn’t see the need.  When you’re out in the rain (or cold, or snow) waiting for a train, and walking to and from a train, you buy whatever keeps you warm and dry.

What I’ll miss:

  • Train time – yes, it sucks to be in transit for three hours a day, but I’ve read more books in 3-1/2 years than you can imagine.  I’ve listened to more OAR than I care to admit.  And, for someone who doesn’t typically nap, I sure can nap well on the 6:44!
  • The characters – literally.  Just this week I saw Wally the Green Monster and Little Bo Peep at South Station.  (In all fairness, Little Bo Peep could have just been a weirdo.  And she may have been a man).
  • The city – I love Boston.  Don’t tell RI, but I love it more than Providence.  I love being able to try new restaurants during Restaurant Week.  I love running on Castle Island or on the Common with Michelle.  I love Morton’s bar bites and the disgustingness of the Barking Crab on a 90 degree day.  I know I’ll still go into town and do all of these things, but schlepping in on the train won’t be the same as popping over to LTK for a $40 2 hour lunch on a Friday.
  • The hot conductor eye candy – what?  I’m married, not dead.
Coming this week, hopefully between happy hours: the big goodbye to big city BAC.

Things I Hate, in no Particular Order

27 Jul

Disclaimer: despite my hatred, I wish no harm to any of these people/things. Except the geese.

Brett Favre – retire or don’t retire. I don’t care. But stop going on tv and crying about it. You’re a football player. Man up.

Birds – they’re loud and squawky and dirty. All of them. They wake me up at 4am. Anyone remember bird flu? (The exception to this is dead, cooked birds. Those are cool.)

Canadian geese – I see no redeeming value in these creatures. I doubt they even taste good. And they’re mean. I’ll cross the road if I run by one, because I’m convinced they’ll attack me for no good reason.

John Mayer – I’m sure he’s a great guitar player and all, but I can’t get past his lyrics. “Your body is a wonderland”? “Say what you mean to say”? Gag. Stupid, cheesy, gross. I was horrified when he dated Jennifer Anniston.

Flan – could there be a more disgusting dessert? The only dessert that should jiggle is Jell-o. I was adamant that I not get the free birthday flan at my Mexican birthday dinner a few ears ago. I made my friends spring for the fried ice cream, the far superior Mexican dessert.

The Black Eyed Peas – yes, you were cool for awhile. Until I heard that awful song every day. And I can’t believe you messed with Time of My Life. Patrick Swayze is rolling in his grave over that one. It’s as bad as putting baby in the corner.

Trail running – in all fairness, I’m not 100% sure I hate it, but I got 5 feet into a trail today when I fell and scored this, so it’s not my favorite activity at the moment.















What up.

31 May

I guess I could have titled this: Life gets in the way.

Its funny, I haven’t been particularly busy, or stressed, or happy, or sad.  I mean, I’ve been all of those at one point or another, just not enough of one or the other to justify not blogging in weeks.  It’s just life, you know?  Always there, always in the way.

Here’s what I’ve been doing:

I owe you a race report on the Harpoon 5 miler, but I wanted to get “regular” post in before that.  I need to go re-count my bibs, but I’m approaching Race #50, and I hope to make it a good one.

The mouse count in the shed was higher than I would have liked, and, thankfully, J did all the cleaning out this year.  We also mulched, mowed and planted this weekend, all with a lovely head cold/cough.

My hair is in that super awkward “too long to stay down when its hot, too short to go up” phase.  I’ve resorted to pigtails, dropping my age to 12.

In response to this article , the MBTA stopped collecting fares on my later-morning train.  Don’t worry, I donned my cranky old lady hat and wrote them a nasty-gram about it.

We had a sad week last week when we had to say goodbye to J’s grandfather, “Bumpa.”  He passed away surrounded by his family, J included, and there was a lovely memorial service for him later in the week.  He was a great man, treated me like one of his own grandkids, and will be sorely missed.  (For all you Bruins fans out there, I think you can thank Bumpa for last Friday’s semi-final win).

Its hot.  I know, its only May, it will get hotter. My house gets so hot, I think its 85 upstairs right now, and today wasn’t even that humid.  I don’t think I’ll be leaving the basement all summer.  And I don’t think I’ll be doing my hair either.  My next major purchase will be central air.  You know, when I win the lottery.


More Sunday Ramblings

15 May

I was going to do a whole post about our family Vegas vacation, but I’m not really feeling it.   I’ll just give you some pictures and a quick recap instead:

Red Rocks = awesome

Weather = dry heat

Love = weird, but good.  (not recommended after pitchers of margaritas)

Lemonade with vodka & rosemary = new favorite drink

The family got along well, no tears, no fighting, so I’d say it was a successful trip.  The next vacation is scheduled for 2026.

In other news, we painted & tiled the laundry room.  I had a before and after post planned, but I lost all the before pictures, and I haven’t taken any after pictures yet.  It looks good, trust me.

We’ve also been purging & collecting junk for a yard sale in June.  Its all good junk, I just don’t want it in my house.  Please come buy it.  Today we purged the boiler room/man cave.  I bought lots of plastic bins & labels for the 40,000 allen wrenches we seem to have collected.  It makes me happy.

I’m fairly certain it’s never going to stop raining.  If it doesn’t stop raining, we can’t clean out the shed and do a body count of the dead mice, and therefore, I’ll never be able to go in the shed alone.

The Bruins are in the conference finals, and we had people over to watch the game last night.  They lost,  so that will be the last time we have people over to watch the Bruins in the playoffs.

My new rule is that I can only drink on days I work out.  So I’ll soon have a great body and be an alcoholic.  Go me.

Random Musings Over Sunday Morning Coffee

17 Apr

The other day I saw a guy walking through South Station on his cell phone.  He made finger quotes to the person on the other end of the call.

I took tomorrow off to watch the Boston Marathon.  I’m pretty excited because a) I’m meeting up with a friend I haven’t seen in years (and will meet her crazy marathon running boyfriend), b) I have the day off, and c) I love watching other people run.  It makes me feel lazy & therefore inspires me.  I hope it inspires me enough to actually run next week.

Despite the fact none of you participated in the paint poll (ahem), we picked orange as the paint color for the laundry room.  I painted most of last weekend, and now my BFF’s boyfriend is tiling, which is a lot of work.  He was here all day yesterday, and even refused warm cookies because he was too busy to eat them.  Despite the fact that leads me to believe there is something seriously wrong with him, the tile looks great so far, and he’ll be back to grout later.

My new favorite website is Big Cat Coffees.  If you have a Keurig, you should check it out.  I love the variety packs.

My new favorite app is Words with Friends.  Unfortunately, its J’s favorite too, and he steals my phone from me often.

J found a dead mouse in the shed.  Guess who will not be partaking in shed cleaning duties this year?

Two weeks till Vegas!  I’m actually debating spending another night there.