tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13746571259883534342024-03-13T07:13:57.280-04:00GinntasticGinnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728noreply@blogger.comBlogger403125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-77804494917292819292012-10-11T12:17:00.000-04:002012-10-11T12:17:04.092-04:00new blogAfter thinking long and hard I've decided to move blogs.<br />
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You can find me at my new blog <a href="http://ginnyinboston.blogspot.com/">Ginny in Boston</a>.<br />
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The reason? Well a lot of family and friends know I blog and are asking me for the address. I use to treat this blog more as a personal journal and now I feel weird giving out this blog address for everyone to read my feelings.<br />
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I'll still be blogging about what I'm doing but I'm not going to be as personal. Don't worry. I'm not going to hide anything major that happens there just won't be those emotional livejournal era type posts.<br />
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I could go back and delete them but I don't want to. I'll probably make this blog password only at some point, not now, but at some point.<br />
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Also, I hate this blog name. HATE. (ginny is sassy not ginntastic)<br />
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I hope you'll follow me over to <a href="http://ginnyinboston.blogspot.com/">my new home</a>. I will continue to read your blogs. PROMISE.Ginnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-32735728281989814052012-10-10T20:55:00.000-04:002012-10-10T20:55:00.826-04:00Kitties love cardboard<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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They don't love dusting.Ginnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-89709780458273790722012-10-10T10:10:00.001-04:002012-10-10T10:10:23.767-04:00Let's throw me a paradeContinuing with the self congratulations from my last post I would just like to say that I got up early today and went for a half hour walk. It was also raining. Ok it was not raining it was misting but there was still liquid in the air and it was still chilly.<br />
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I threw on my hoodie that is two sizes too big and went for a half hour walk. I am not a morning person at all so waking up early to move my body is a big deal. When I walk past a runner I want to yell to them "it was really hard for me to get up this morning but I did it!" And then I want them to high five me. This is the motivation I need.<br />
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I miss having cheap gym options. Boston likes to overcharge for everything and there are no Work Out Worlds for $10.00 a month. And no I am not going to the Planet Fitness in Government Center. It's too small and too far. I'm not sure what I'm going to do once it really gets cold. Probably curl up in my blankets and tell myself that I'll start up again in the spring but today; today I walked.Ginnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-38817968619476056942012-10-09T20:54:00.001-04:002012-10-09T20:54:10.187-04:00Why isn't there any nutmeg and parsnips are just albino carrotsI've decided that I need to cook for myself more and by cook for myself more I mean more than ravioli, mac and cheese and stir fry. I know I can cook it's just that I'm lazy and when I get home from work I don't want to spend 30 minutes prepping food and then having to wait while it cooks. It's torture for me because I can smell it and starving.<br />
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I've convinced myself to do this because if I cook once I'll have left overs for days which means no cooking at all a few nights a week!<br />
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I had butternut squash in the freezer so I decided to do something with that. I found <a href="http://www.myrecipes.com/recipe/butternut-squash-parsnip-baked-pasta-10000000522199/">this recipe</a> for butternut squash and parsnip baked pasta.<br />
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First of all you can't just buy one parsnip so now I'm going to need to figure out what to do with this bag of parsnips.<br />
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Second of all why was there no nutmeg in the supermarket? All sold out! Does this have something to do with the pumpkin spice latte shortage I've been hearing about? And if someone is baking massive amounts of pie I think I should have some of that pie.<br />
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Despite no nutmeg it came out pretty good. I feel like this recipe would have been better for a Sunday night so I could eat before 8 p.m.<br />
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Basically this blog post is a big pat on my own back for cooking a delicious meal and although it still involved pasta it did not come from a blue box with powered cheese. And to complain about the supermarket being out of nutmeg.<br />
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Let's see if I can keep this up and feel free to share any of your yummy easy favorite recipes.Ginnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-668869345230139312012-10-09T07:04:00.000-04:002012-10-09T07:04:10.767-04:00The best fan made videoI wanted to share a fan made video with you that I think it really well done. The band never made a video for this song as far as I'm aware, so a fan took care of that.<br />
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Creepy but really well done.Ginnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-58563391708189729102012-10-07T13:34:00.000-04:002012-10-07T13:37:30.839-04:00Party likes it's 2008Last night we got the party started at dinner.<br />
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A very nice picture of me if I do say so. I must be saying something that starts with the letter F. Amy looks cute so I shall post it.<br />
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We split some pizza at Jimmy's (white for me) and then headed over to Golden Temple for some dancing times.<br />
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The ladies are ready, and Bonnie is getting ready to take many embarrassing pictures.<br />
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The dj is pretty bad. He doesn't believe in downloading music, he uses cds. This is what we were told when we requested Gangnam style. Ok, continue playing Michael Jackson, the Thong Song and any other song circa 2008.<br />
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Golden Temple attracts the weirdest crowd. Perfect people watching opportunity. We made some friends on the dance floor.<br />
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Ginnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-16793823944668531482012-10-05T11:13:00.000-04:002012-10-05T11:13:08.744-04:00Today is a good dayWell internets. Today is a good day.<br />
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I found out that I can cancel my registration and turn in my plates for my car online. No scary trip to the Chinatown RMV. Apparently I just bend my plates and I'm done.<br />
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I also got flowers delivered to my work from Derek. The occasion? There is no occasion, just because. Out of all my years of dating, Derek is the only guy that has gotten me flowers. It's the little things that make a lady happy and honestly I don't know why I put up with a lot of the guys I dated (not all were bad but some were horrible!). I've dated and I've learned my friends.<br />
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And it's sunny! After days of fog and rain it's warm and sunny.<br />
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This girl is in a good mood. Ginnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-33434081335945437592012-10-04T16:44:00.000-04:002012-10-04T16:44:08.757-04:00Stalking is ok if you're a vampireI keep thinking it's Friday but SURPRISE it's still very much Thursday.<br />
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This weekend Melissa's friend Bonnie is coming into town so we're going to take her out and show her a good time. I hope Bonnie's idea of a good time is dancing to music that was really popular back in 2005 because that's what's happening.<br />
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Derek is leaving for New York tomorrow. I was invited but declined as I do not want to sleep on a couch at a fraternity, plus he should have his guy time with his friends. I think I'm going to stay in Friday night and watch netflix with the kitties in my pjs.<br />
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Maybe I'll start watching Vampire Diaries again. I'm trying to get into it but it hasn't happened. Does anyone else find it creepy that the premise of this show is "you look like the love of my life who is dead so we should totally be together because you look like her". On the creepy Edward Cullen vampire scale I give that a 7. Not to mention Stephen stalks her. <br />
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<i>Here I am at your school!</i><br />
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<i>Here I am in the grave yard!</i><br />
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<i>Here I am at your house! </i><br />
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Stalking is ok if you're a hot vampire apparently. We learned this from Twilight.<br />
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Actually I don't find Stephen hot. I'm team Damon.<br />
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I apologize if you're a dude reading this blog. I have no idea how this turned into a Vampire Diaries post.<br />
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Is it Friday yet?<br />
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Now that it's October I need to get down to business with my Halloween costume. I was thinking of going as Katniss when she's in the chariot with Peeta in her black suit with the fake flames but since we haven't invented flames that won't burn you, I think that idea is out. No need to be the actual "girl on fire".<br />
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These are my current ideas: Unicorn, fox, cat. Very creative, I know.<br />
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Store bought costumes are such a ripoff. You pay $60.00 for some knock of nurse outfit that is made of the cheapest possible materials that makes you itch all over and you're only going to wear the thing once or twice. A pox on you I say for charging more than $10.00 for this crap. I'm sure I will be picking up a few accessories but I will never waste my money on a badly sewn costume again.<br />
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Tell me what you're dressing up as for Halloween even if it's a slutty nurse costume you paid too much for. I promise I won't steal your idea I'm just curious.<br />
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<br />Ginnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-5911574256609345832012-09-30T21:34:00.003-04:002012-09-30T21:34:57.058-04:00A history of pets<b>Harvey:</b> My first pet. He was a parakeet. One day I noticed his cage was empty and asked my mother where he went. She told me he had to go back to the pet store because he missed his bird friends. Whenever we passed the pet store I would make my mother take me inside so I could say hello to Harvey. When I was a teenager I realized that Harvey had died.<br />
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<b>the lobster</b>: My father brought home a pet lobster. He put it on the kitchen floor and I kept gently poking it with my finger because I'd never seen a real lobster up close before. When my father told me the lobster was for dinner I cried. I thought it was my new pet. My mother yelled at my father for letting me play with the dinner.<br />
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<b>my friends guinea pigs:</b> Katlyn and Erin were sisters who lived upstairs from us. They had two guinea pigs. I was tasked with looking after them while they went on vacation to Colorado. I would go upstairs everyday with my mother and change their water and food. I would take them out and pet them to make sure they weren't lonely. Katyln and Erin sent me a postcard from Colorado telling me about their uncle's farm. The day before they were suppose to come back, Katlyn's guinea pig died. I was very upset because I tried so hard to take good care of them. My mother told me they were old and I couldn't have done anything better. When Katlyn came home and asked to see her guinea pig, I put my arm around her and said "your guinea pig's dead". Katlyn ran into her apartment crying.<br />
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<b>Iggy:</b> My brother wanted an iguana. My mother asked me how big they can get. I spread my arms out wide and said "this big". My mother thought I was exaggerating. She soon found out I wasn't. <br />
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<b>Lucky, Rolly, Twix:</b> My pet mice. Lucky was white with black spots. Rolly was fat and all black. Twix was the color of the candy bar. Lucky loved to hold onto the wheel while Rolly ran and then he'd jump off and walk around crooked. Rolly died and we got Twix as a new friend for Lucky. Lucky tried to attack Twix so we had to get a separate cage. My mother would put the mice on the cats to "go for rides". I was mad at my mother until I realized that our cats were weird and didn't care.<br />
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<b>Tigger:</b> My first cat. He was part Siamese and very smart except that he loved to eat plastic. He could turn door knobs. We lived in a two family house. We had two sides to the basement that both apartments could access. Tigger would often sneak down there when we were doing laundry. One day my neighbor hears her daughter going "kitty! kitty!" and finds her petting a strange cat. She starts yelling at her husband thinking he got a cat without telling her. Their older daughter told them she thought it was the upstairs neighbors cat. They knocked on our door with Tigger and asked if he was ours. We had been out searching the neighborhood thinking he got out. He had opened my neighbors unlocked basement door and went into their apartment.<br />
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<b>Roo:</b> Our second cat. Tigger and Roo became best friends. Roo loved to drag stuffed animals, clothes, blankets, anything soft around the house to suck and kneed. He liked to sleep on peoples coats and if you tried to get him off he would hiss and swat at you. Once Tigger died we decided that we should get another cat because Roo was lonely. He only liked Boo on his terms. I'd wake up in the morning and find Roo and Boo sleeping on the floor of my bedroom nowhere near each other, but Roo still wanted to be in the room. When I moved out I took Boo and Roo would wander around the house meowing, wondering where that cat he use to chase went.<br />
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<b>Boo:</b> He had a broken pelvis that didn't heal right so he walked like he was drunk. He was found under a dumpster. He loved chicken and would do anything to get it. We had a Super Bowl party and I see him out of the corner of my eye stealing a wing from the coffee table. My roommate Meg follows him into the kitchen where there was another chicken wing that he demolished in the corner. He was the first pet that I actually was there when he was put to sleep. It was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do. The vet told me that they look for you when they're dying, and I knew I had to stay. I scattered his ashed in the backyard where I would sit and read while he sniffed the plants and lazed in the sun.<br />
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<br />Ginnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-6527524222869853372012-09-28T07:43:00.000-04:002012-09-28T07:43:06.159-04:00Don't forget your Guinness pantsDerek and I went to see Resident Evil <strike>75</strike> 5 the other night. I actually thought Retribution was the 4th movie.<br />
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The theater was empty. I left my purse with Derek and went to find the bathroom. On my way back I notice this guy ahead of me is wearing pj pants. Upon closer inspection there were pints of Guinness printed on them.<br />
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The movie was pretty sucky. It would have been better to watch at home.</div>
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He's now on the cover of deadmau5's new album.<br />
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For comparison, here is what he looks like on a day off.<br />
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He's a plus size model.<br />
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Now that I know about his modeling career it's time for him to pay up. He's needs to contribute to this household. I also need to set up a meeting with deadmau5 to discuss royalties.Ginnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-6447390333728781632012-09-26T07:49:00.001-04:002012-09-26T07:50:59.120-04:00Tendinitis everywhere My shoulder is killing me. Ibuprofen and I are have been spending some quality time together. I'm pretty sure it's tendinitis. I wish there was a better reason than I slept on my arm weird. My mother and I seem to be prone to tendinitis. I've had it in my right knee and my jaw. I was on crutches for a week and had to go through a couple months of physical therapy for my knee in high school. My mother has it in her elbow right now.<br />
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I joined Zipcar so I'm not completely carless. It's so weird not having a car of my own. It's been an adjustment after 11 years of car ownership. I think it will be good though to try out some other cars and see what I like. I'm actually a bit excited, there are a lot of different cars to choose from in my area. No news on the accident front. Still playing the waiting game which is a blast.<br />
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Last night I watched two new fall shows - Ben and Kate and the Mindy Project. I actually thought both pilots were pretty good but I think I liked Ben and Kate a little better. The little girl on that show is so cute. The Mindy Project did play <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2uYs0gJD-LE">Bad Girls by M.I.A</a>. though. I love that song.<br />
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We need to talk about why this movie should be used as a form of birth control.<br />
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Is it weird that I like movies where someone is psycho but there's one person who's onto them and no one else believes it until the end of the movie and people are dead? That's a genre right?<br />
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This is also my worst nightmare. Knowing something is wrong and no one believing me. I've had dreams where this happens and I end up screaming and crying, trying to get my point across but it doesn't matter, no one believes me.<br />
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Tilda Swinton plays the main character Eva. When her son Kevin is born she knows right away that something is off about him. Even as a child he's very cruel and cold towards her and is bent on making her life as miserable as possible. Eva's husband, Franklin, played by John C. Reilly, doesn't see anything wrong with their son. He's just a normal boy when Franklin is around.<br />
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Eva's solution to having a child that despises her and is pretty much evil is to have another child. (have you not seen <i>the Good Son</i> Eva?!) This one will love me! When Kevin learns of the pregnancy and she asks him how he feels he breaks crayons and gives his mother a death stare.<br />
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Clearly this kid is ready for more people to torture. (Ok so this is not from that exact scene but all of his death stares are pretty much the same).<br />
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So Eva knows that Kevin is crazy and evil and armed and yet, she allows him to baby sit. And this is what happens:<br />
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Not from an arrow but from something else. I can't give away everything about the movie here. Good job there Eva having that second child who loves you so much and now has one eye.<br />
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I'd like to thank this movie for making me terrified of having children and for my new PSA campaign:<br />
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I am bolding and underlining that because it is really true for so many of life's problems.<br />
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You might think from this review that I dislike Eva and that is not
true. I actually feel really bad for her and honestly don't know what I
would do in this situation. Probably cry and drink some wine and eat
some french fries and cry some more and not have a second child.<br />
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I read an interview with the author of the book the movie is based off of and she said she thought of the idea when she considered whether or not she wanted children. She had decided at the age of 8 to never have children and thought she should rethink that idea once she turned 40. Um, I think she made her decision.....<br />
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Also, you should read about <a href="http://www.thirdage.com/news/tilda-swinton-fires-back-tilda-swinton-discusses-her-relationships_12-10-2010">Tilda's relationship with her boyfriend and the father of her children</a>. It's a little strange but very interesting.<br />
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I ordered the giant California roll. It was pretty good, although I think they skimped on the crab. When I got the California roll at another Yard House location there was more crab.<br />
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We had a lovely old time despite some horrible service. Our waitress kept forgetting to get drinks that we asked for, orders were screwed up, she argued with someone at our table too. Germana ended up talking to the manager about it and the manager was very nice about the whole situation. I ordered a Miller Lite and they brought over a small amount of Miller Lite in a whiskey glass. Um, that is not a normal beer. I'd like a normal beer for a normal person.</div>
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Oh and I took the T home with Same Adams and his friend with hat. You never know what famous people you'll run into on the T.<br />
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Today I made some meatball stew. It came out really well. I'm now stuffed and giving myself a pat on the back for not being lazy. I also did some yoga today. Realizing that I have no flexibility at all. It's pathetic really but I suppose that's why I need to continue practicing.<br />
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I hope everyone had a great weekend.Ginnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-37866207774094483642012-09-21T16:05:00.000-04:002012-09-21T16:05:31.555-04:00Observed on the train+ A girl with a YOLO tattoo behind her ear. I wanted to ask her if I could take a picture of her tattoo but girl had total bitch face on and I didn't want mess with that. You would think someone with YOLO tattooed on their neck would be a little more laid back.<br />
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+ A girl brushing her hair for the whole entire trip from Copley to Cleveland Circle. Her hair will never have knots again.<br />
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+ A group of high schoolers blasting music from a phone and dancing on the train. When the doors opened one of the girls said "yo I think that's teach", her male companion who was holding said phone,dropping them beats yells out "YO! YO teach!!!!!" I'm not sure if this was an actual teacher at their school or some person called Teach.<br />
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<br />Ginnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-65251955369763169202012-09-20T15:57:00.000-04:002012-09-20T15:57:24.469-04:00All I want is CheetosI'm really tired today and when I'm tired all I want to do is eat, especially Cheetos. This is a bad habit. Cheetos don't make me feel any more awake they just taste good and tired Ginny wants them in her mouth. I shall resit though.<br />
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I've been trying to eat better. The biggest change has been getting a side salad or veggies on the side rather than french fries. This is a huge deal for me because I love french fries like they were my first born child and I tend to eat out a few times a week. It's been tough but then I remember that I actually enjoy salad. Not as much as french fries, but I'm not forcing myself to eat something I don't like.<br />
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I've also been trying to snack less. I'm a big snacker, especially at work. I'm trying to get better at waiting and determining if I'm actually hungry.<br />
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I purchased a scale because I know I'm a visual person and seeing the numbers on the scale will motivate me more than anything else. I only weigh myself once a week. I put the scale away otherwise because the cats will try to sit on it and it runs on batteries. I think Bosco is upset that I revealed his weight in a previous post or he's just a cat who will sit on anything because it's there.<br />
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I don't want to lose that much weight. Probably about 10lbs and then see where I go from there. I think that's reasonable. I'd to apologize in advance if the economy in Idaho tanks from my lack of potato eating.Ginnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-54695647998672514892012-09-18T13:29:00.000-04:002012-09-18T13:29:23.191-04:00Things I'm tired of hearing aboutNot in any particular order<br />
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<li>Kate Middleton's boobs <i>(leave the poor girl alone with her boobies!)</i></li>
<li>Miley Cyrus' hair cut <i>(don't like it but it's her hair, who cares)</i></li>
<li>That stupid Whistle song by Flo Rida <i>(no I will not blow your whistle)</i></li>
<li>Anything American Idol related <i>(don't care, that show is done and needs to end)</i></li>
<li>Anything about your hubs or hubby <i>(I will listen if you call him your husband or by his actual name and if you can keep the story short and to the point) </i></li>
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<i> </i>Ginnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-88804749372229408702012-09-18T07:35:00.000-04:002012-09-18T07:35:41.251-04:00Found - ring edition<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This is my mother's engagement ring from my father. My mother gave it to me a while back and I did the worst possible thing you could do with something so important.<br />
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I lost it.<br />
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Yep, I lost my mother's engagement ring. I put it somewhere "safe" and then couldn't remember where "safe" was. My mother found it when we were clearing out my car so it could get taken away to car heaven.<br />
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My guess is it ended up in my car from when I moved two years ago. This is why I can't have nice things.<br />
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My mother wasn't mad at me (she should have been). She told me I should sell it and put the money towards a new car. I told her to get out of here. I'm not sure what I'm going to do with it yet but selling it is not an option.<br />
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I knew I had a bunch of camping gear and a cake decorating kit but I wasn't expecting this.<br />
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Bosco wasted no time testing out the new scratcher.</div>
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Mr. Binx gets in on the action too. Bosco thinks the scratcher is his. He's always sitting or sleeping on it and Mr. Binx will get in a quick scratch when he can. I keep telling Bosco to share but due to him being a cat he ignores me.Ginnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-1115191466526361652012-09-13T07:41:00.000-04:002012-09-13T07:42:07.584-04:00The cost of a kittyWhat I've lost due to my cat Bosco.<br />
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<li>one spider plant</li>
<li>pineapple from two slices of Hawaiian pizza*</li>
<li>one terracotta pot</li>
<li>drinking glasses (unknown quantity)</li>
<li>one night stand</li>
<li>one loaf of bread</li>
<li>two sandwiches</li>
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I still love my destruct-o kitty<br />
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* vet: Bosco's blood sugar is a little high<br />
me: Oh, that's probably because he ate a bunch of pineapple yesterday<br />
vet: ........ok<br />
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Salem is on the north shore of Massachusetts so we were on a mission to head towards the water. Melissa marched right up to the shore like she owned this town.<br />
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I think this ship might need a little work before it's seaworthy.<br />
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The introspective birthday girl, Melissa waits for a sailor. Not a swimming beach but still pretty.<br />
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I love the old square houses of Salem. Some of them have little plaques that tell you a bit about the house. I wonder if there's a reason that the old houses are box shaped. Was that the style or were they built like that to protect from storms?<br />
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Lots of shutters in Salem. I love shutters.<br />
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One of the many witches found in Salem.<br />
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We had lunch at a small bar/restaurant called <a href="http://www.inapigseye.com/">In a Pig's Eye</a>. The french fries were really good.<br />
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Me and Kristina waiting for our food. Not sure why I'm so squinty.<br />
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We stopped by Beer Works for drinks. I had the blueberry ale. I ordered the blueberry half for the taste and half for the bouncing blueberries.<br />
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Melissa belts out a sweet tune. Karaoke and birthdays go hand in hand.<br />
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I wish the trains ran a little later. We would have liked to stay longer and sing some more karaoke. We did get a pretty full day in though and I can't wait to go back.Ginnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-90925604022623910392012-09-11T13:40:00.002-04:002012-09-11T13:41:28.292-04:00I'm a car hoboI got a call from the auto body shop and my car is officially totaled. I'm not surprised, in fact I would have been more surprised if they told me it could be repaired.<br />
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Now I need to go get all of my crap out of the car which is going to be a blast because I have a ton of stuff in there. I live in a small studio with no storage so I keep all of my camping gear in the trunk of my car. I also have many mystery items such as a cake decorating kit. I don't bake cakes and I've never want to take up cake decorating so I'm wondering how or why that got in there.<br />
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The auto body people are going to think that I live out of my car. I mean I probably could with all of the stuff in there. My mother will be helping me with that on Saturday. I'll also collect my plates and say my last goodbyes.<br />
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Although I would like to get another car right away I don't think I can. I just don't have the money right now. My plan is to try to hold off until spring which will give me some time to save. By not having a car I should be saving at least $250 a month (between car insurance and my parking spot).<br />
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It won't always be fun but I live in Boston and can walk or take the T most places. Right now it seems like the best idea.<br />
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RIP little Hyundai. It's been a long 10 years. Ginnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-50173035110432307972012-09-10T21:18:00.000-04:002012-09-10T21:22:13.527-04:00Creepy finds in SalemI went to Salem on Sunday to celebrate Melissa's birthday. I haven't been to Salem in years. We walked around and went in any cool looking shop we passed by.<br />
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We found a ton of priceless treasures.<br />
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Creepy doll that will steal your soul. </div>
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I think this lamp could really bring any room together. </div>
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I did a double take when I walked by this shirt. I mean really? Talk about tacky. </div>
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I emailed this picture to Derek and he was a little freaked out thinking I actually bought this hat. No, I just like to try on hats that I would never actually wear. Also, always go into the army/navy store. So many fun hats.<br />
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We didn't do any of the historical sight seeing as most of us have done it before and we got distracted by crazy shops and food and beer and karaoke. I've been to all the museums many times. The wax witch museum is a little weird. When <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Giles_Corey">Giles Corey</a> is being crushed by the rocks the sounds that are happening are so ridiculous I try hard not to laugh because it's showing a guy who got crushed to death but the sound is just unbelievable. It totally takes away from the fact that this guy was horribly killed and did nothing wrong.</div>
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I took some more pictures walking around Salem that I'll post tomorrow. I love the old houses and cobble stone streets. </div>
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It was about 2 a.m. when it happened. I wasn't drunk and strangely enough the police didn't even ask. The area where the accident occurred is near a couple local bars so I assumed they would ask.<br />
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I was driving down the street when I felt something slam into the passenger side of my car. Someone heard the crash and came out to ask if I was ok. He also kept asking me if I was drunk and to make sure I keep my story straight. I told him I was fine, that I was not drunk. He said this a few more times which had me wondering if he had been in a drunk driving accident before. Why would you keep asking me and telling me to keep my story straight? I asked him if he saw the accident and he said he did not. He just heard it.<br />
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The police were there before I even got out of my car. They were very nice. One cop told me to use my phone and take pictures of his car. I'm glad he reminded me to do that because I was a little scatter brained after the accident. The other driver was standing and walking around but then was put on a stretcher with a neck brace on. I didn't talk to him since the police were there so I have no idea what he claims happened.<br />
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My car got towed since my right tire was damaged. There was also something leaking from under my car, possibly break fluid.<br />
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I think what happened is that he was reversing into the street to pull out of a parking spot when I was driving down the street. All the damage is on the right front side and it seems his damage is on his back left side, near his bumper.<br />
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I'm hoping that it will be clear that I wasn't at fault. I think where the damage is on the cars should show that as well as where are cars ended up after the accident.<br />
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I called Derek once I got home because I was freaking out a bit. He calmed me down and I went to bed. I have a splitting head ache today, I'm sure from stress. I now have to go down to the police station and get the police report. I also need to find out where my car was towed to. I'm sure it's going to cost me a fortune to get it out and towed some where else. Who doesn't love unexpected expenses! <br />
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This is the second time in a year that someone has hit my car by reversing into it. I wasn't at fault for that accident either. Car accidents just suck. Plain and simple. This is why I'm eating some pizza before I do anything.Ginnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728noreply@blogger.com9