Who needs a plot?

I saw Magic Mike last night. It was exactly what I expected. Not much plot but plenty of abs and bums. The ending was a little strange. It just felt like an odd point to end the movie. Still enjoyable. Grab a lady or two and have fun.

On our way to the Tavern I spotted this car.

This continues on the other side too. I'm guessing they do roller derby because there were a ton of roller derby stickers.

On my way back home all I could smell was flowers. Not a bad thing to be smelling. Then I came across a skunk. It was cute but then I remembered it wouldn't be so cute if it sprayed me so I continued on my way. I then found a dollar on the ground. I'd say it was a pretty lucky night.

Maybe this is my lucky outfit?

Or my hipster/white trash outfit. I'll let you guys decide.

Hip check. Brain function check.

So I came home a bit delirious from a Boston blogger meet up. I had to do laundry. Trust me I'd rather be sleeping right now. While I'm throwing laundry into my giant blue IKEA bag I turn on the tv and The Choice is on. The Choice is The Voice but less singing and more whore makeup. This show is just horrible and yet I kept watching. I started thinking about what I would say if I was trying to win a date from such famous folk as Pauly D.

Really I'm amazed that this crap exists on television and yet there I was watching Pauly D ask his ladies who their favorite DJ is. I need to cleanse my brain.

Laundry is almost done. I really hope I don't get stuck in my basement. The door is hanging on by one hinge but it's so heavy I have to body check it to get down to the basement. My small neighbor who sings in the shower kindly informed me that it was broken as I was hip checking it. Thank you small neighbor dude. I never would have figured that out on my own.

Just a lovely nor'easter

I woke up this morning after being off of work for four days. I've been dreading this week simply because it's going to be raining every day until Saturday.

Waiting for the T the sideways rain picks up. My butt is wet which is great when you're sitting on a humid train.

Once off the train I'm in a battle. Wind vs. Umbrella and me. Guess who's winning?

This means I will be getting soup for lunch. I'm guessing it will be broccoli cheddar and I'm predicting that I will feel disgusting after but right now it sounds like a good idea.

So yeah, just thought I'd share how my Monday is going.

I'm offically nervous

I've had this jean jacket since 8th grade. That would be 1998 if you're not up to date on your Ginny knowledge. I barely wore it but couldn't get rid of it. I knew jean jackets would come back at some point. P.S. nice lazer eyes Megan. And also thank you for making me look like a ghost.

I got home last night and decided I was going to cook up some onion rings. I put them in the toaster oven and laid down on my bed for a minute. I remember hearing the toaster oven ding and then I woke up. Sad times. No one wants cold onion rings.

Tomorrow I have a date with the guy that I apologized to. I'm really nervous and I usually do not get nervous about dates. I can't even believe he responded to me let alone wants to actually go out on a date again. Wish me luck!

Where are the bloggers who don't have it together?

Lately it seems like the blogging world is one big competition. Look how perfect my life is! It's so perfect I'm going to take all these pictures of the sun shining down on my perfect hair with my perfect smile with my perfect husband and my perfect child. My outfit was purchased at a thrift store and is made out of old banana fibers. My husband hand carved this toy horse from the tree that we got engaged under while I hand made the paint in my art studio that's located in our renovated barn.

I can't handle these types of blogs. I'm sure a lot of people love them. They must because they have a ton of sponsors. I prefer non perfect blogs. Normal bloggers. I like reading about the ups and downs. I like pictures that aren't photoshopped to death. One of my main criteria for blogs that I read regularly is that the blogger seems real. I like to picture them talking directly to me through the screen. I don't want to read a blog that looks like a magazine.

+ My blog is not perfect.
+ My photos are rarely edited and if they are it's usually because my webcam pictures can be dark and grainy
+ I don't work from home or in a barn where I save horses in my spare time
+ I don't have children to parade before a camera so I use my cats
+ I post the good, the bad, the sad, and the ugly
+ I swear and I admit to crying and hangovers (although much more rare now)
+ I'm currently broke and trying to pay off credit cards
+ I work at a non-glamorous 9-5 job at a law firm
+ I will not be opening an Etsy shop where I sell my refurbished petrified wood picture frames

I'm sure some people will take offense to this and I mean none. I'm just stating the types of blogs I prefer to read. I'm also pointing out how not everyone rolls out of bed with their hair perfect and their homemade applesauce ready to be eaten for breakfast.

A much more responsible Friday night.

Ventured out in Quincy last night for a joint birthday celebration for Dave and his friend Mark. So many dudes in Red Sox hats shouting typical bro like things at each other. Some guy asked me what my necklace meant. I told him it was just a necklace. Ryan kept winning at Keno, like four times in a row winning. He bought everyone drinks. I was the sober lady since I was the DD. My stomach wasn't feeling 100% so I was fine with that.

I left Dave's early today to give Bosco his antibiotics. Pro-fessional kitty nurse here. Tonight Dave meets my mom and her boyfriend Tony. They wanted to take us out for a birthday dinner. My mom has been pestering me to meet Dave for a while.

"You just tore my overalls!"

Casey Affleck looks good with blond hair. I think I need to stop watching Drowning Mona and take a nap.

I think tonight I'll take the long way

The Patriots are going to the Super Bowl. That was quite the stressful game. The Super Bowl sometimes lands on my birthday but this year it's the day after. I told my friends that if they don't go to my birthday party because the Super Bowl is the next day they will never hear the end of it.

Sunday is becoming my favorite day of the week, mostly due to Downton Abbey. My obsession with that show seems to only be growing.

I was so lazy this weekend. I blame the snow. I had weird dreams last night. Dreams of people that I haven't seen in a long time. I woke up feeling a bit sad and nostalgic. But time marches on and none of us can stop it.

I've been listening to too much Dashboard this weekend