I'm really not into it.

I made the mistake of watching "He's just not that in to you" this weekend. The movie itself is not bad, but the stuff in it. Oh boy. If Jennifer Aniston, Jennifer Connolley, Gennifer Goodwin (wtf with all of the Jennifers for Pete's sake!!) and Drew Barrymore can't get/find/keep/marry a good man, who the hell am I to think that I stand a chance?? One of the worst parts of the whole thing? About 1/2 way through the movie, there's a scene where Gennifer is watching "Some Kind of Wonderful" and quoting all of the lines. Oh.My.God. I'm Gennifer Goodwin. I'm also Watts. (please don't tell me you've never seen Some Kind of Wonderful. If not, a) you suck and b) Watts is the girl in love with the guy who's in love with some other girl and only sees Watts as a pal) Geesh. I'm going to be single FOREVER. Not only do I not think I can snag a Justin Long, after watching the movie it's clear I won't be snagging the crush from my class, or some guy at happy hour, or an ex. Was this movie supposed to make me feel better? Is it supposed to be a rom-com? Or a horror flick? I see it as the latter. I never read the book, I avoided it like the plague. I don't know why I watched the movie. I know that I feel even worse about my chances than I did before I saw it. I want that hour and 46 minutes of my life back. Is it true? Gentlemen? Is it all true? That I have no control over my dating options? That men make the decisions about dating? All of them? That even beautiful women (like the ones in the movie) are destined to get their hearts broken, badly, repeatedly? That I shouldn't make any moves ever? Grrrrrr. I should have skipped that movie, and watched something light hearted. Like "Dexter".

I know, I suck at posting lately

Here's why:

• Dexter Season 3? As good if not better than seasons one and two. Rock on with you bad self Dexter. I'm about 5 episodes in.
• Professor Layton makes me feel stupid, yet it's fun. Didn't give it any attention this past weekend, but plan on puzzling my way through it. Maybe by New Year's.
• "A Thousand Spledid Suns". Oh. My. God. This book is fantastic, though hugely depressing. I'm plowing through it like nobody's business. I cannot wait to discuss it at book club. Not Your Momma's Book Club, that is......
• Yarn. Sigh. And Fack. Had almost nearly finished Shannon's lovely scarf when I realized something. Somehow (because I SUCK at crochet perhaps???) the part I was working on AKA the end was about 1 1/2 inches narrower than the beginning. S I G H. I unravelled it - like 1/2 of it - and will have to start again. From almost done to barely begun in a matter of minutes. I SUCK!
• Work. There's a reason it's not called LaLaGoodTimeLand.

Phone.It.In.

• Dexter Season 3.
• New Professor Layton and the Diabolical Box ds game.
• A Thousand Splendid Suns (for bookclub)
• Yarn. Lots and lots of yarn.
• Work. Lots and lots of work.

*these are the reasons no new posts. Screw it, I'm taking a week off. See you on the flip side.*

Worth it

Ted Kennedy. Dominick Dunne. THESE are people worth mourning. People who's lives mattered and who did great things. They tried to improve the world around them, chipping away little by little, even when met with opposition. They made a difference. Michael Jackson. Not.So.Much. Goodbye Mr. Dunne and Senator Kennedy - May angels lead you in.

Monsters! Monsters!

Holy Sh*t!! Is anyone else watching this!?!?! Oh, sorry - I guess that could be just about anything on TV these days. I'm taking about the show "Monsters Inside Me" Again, I say Holy Sh*t. I don't think I will sleep for at least a week. Then there's the itchy scalp/arms/torso crawly feelings Oh my God. Who's idea was it to make this show? Why? What did the world do to you? And who are these people that agree to be on it? I guess I get the whole 15 minutes of fame thing - but come on! "Hello, I'm Bob, and I had a bunch of bugs gestating in my melon!" Don't know what I'm talking about? You're very very lucky. "Monsters Inside Me" is this evil-yet-you-can't-look-away show on Animal Planet. The episode I caught had this guy from Colorado who had bot (I think? dunno, was too creeped out!) flies growing in the back of his head. I said IN not ON. He had three doctors say three different things before his original doctor figured out what was going on. The damn things had been in there for weeks!! Oh.My.God. The evil larvae have these little teeth-like thingies that will latch on to nearby tissue to prevent removal. So, they burrow into your flesh and then you can't get them out. Finally doctor man got them all out - all 5 of them! - and gave them to the guy. How could he be so clueless??! He said he didn't get too concerned until he HEARD AND FELT something under his skin on his head. What did he hear? "Dude. This place is awesome. I'm soooo going to turn into a fly here." "Yeah, I know. This guy is so dumb. Brought us back all the way from Belize" I had to turn it off after I saw the mason jar of fly larvae that this guy keeps somewhere in his house. He was chuckling about it. Is this a story you tell at parties? I would think not - but hey, go on TV and tell the world!! Some time during a commercial break, my head started to itch, and my arms, and I had to turn it off. I think I turned on the news. That's 10 times less scary than that awful show!

Nearly two years

On Tuesday I'll hit my two year anniversary of quitting smoking. I can't believe it's been another year! I try not to think about it too much, but when I do think back on my days as a smoker, and the months immediately following quitting, I have a totally different mind set now than I did then. For over 14 years I had swore up and down that I would not quit. I had heard it would be the hardest thing ever. I'm not going to lie, it was hard - incredibly hard - but not impossible. I remember being frustrated, and even crying in the weeks after quitting. Now that it's been two years, I find it hard to believe that I reacted that way. I'm going to be honest, I am incredibly proud of myself. I've made it a point to tell everyone I know that my anniversary is fast approaching. People say "That's great!" or "Good for you!" I say "I know!" and "Thanks!" I want to sing it from the rooftops with my cleaner healthier lungs. The interesting thing is that now that I am really and truly done with cigarettes, more people accuse me of cheating more often. Let me explain something. I've hit that point, finally. The point that I've been waiting for - the real and true light at the end of my nicotine tunnel - I'm finally there where I HATE the smell of smoke, and smoking in general, and I want to get everyone I know/love who smokes to quit. Not only are they harming themselves, but ME too!! And hey, my lungs have been through the ringer already! I don't need anyone else's help irritating them! Yep, I've become one of those people. But not too annoying (yet, I make no promises). I don't intend to harass any strangers about it, or complain loudly about it in public. People can do what they want. I'm only concerned about people I care about. *I'm looking at you - Mom, Ma, Laura, Debbie, Dawn, Victor, Toni, MenD, etc......* Getting off my preachy table now - just one last thing! Yay Me!!!

Home...home again.

MA was wonderful. As always. I'm loathe to say "Boston" because we didn't actually go to Boston this time around. Things didn't bode well from the get-go. Shannon and TheMarty were 1/2 hour late. They emailed that they were going to be late, but still. I wanted to get the hell out of Dodge! We were on our way at 12:31. Sure, we immediately got stuck in traffic - it was like Chicago knew we were going to cheat on it, and didn't want to let us go. It took us a loooong time to get there. There was a couple of hour stop over for sleeping in a truck stop parking lot. This little break ended when TheMarty lept out of his seat - out of the car really. The reason? He had a dream that someone(s) were coming to kill us. Also, Shannon had seen a foreign film in which a bunch of people get raped and/or killed while sleeping in a truck stop parking lot. We got to our Days inn in Middleboro around 10am on Saturday. After a nice three hour nap we found we could hang. Shannon and I were off for very crappy mani/pedi (my nails were chipped and peeling the very next day) after which we met up with our Boston friends in Plymouth for dinner and drinks. Love. Plymouth. Love.It. The wedding Sunday was also in Plymouth - at the Plimouth Plantation. The gardens where the ceremony/reception were were gorgeous. The thing that was missing? Shade. Yeah, it was about 9,000 degrees out, and there was minimal shade. I felt bad for the bridal party (all of our friends!) who were dressed up more than the rest of us. We busted out of there about an hour early - we really couldn't take the heat anymore - and went back to the hotel. Ended up with the whole group over at Lauren and Greg's. They are fantastic hosts, who happen to have a gigantic pool in their yard. Aaaaah. Pooooooool. There was much drinking and many shenanigans. There was also a trip to Peaceful Meadows. Look it up. An ice cream place. On a farm. You can walk up and thank the cows for your frosty treat. Heaven. Monday was all about Persey's for breakfast, then a jaunt back to Plymouth so I could wade into the ocean. I wanted to go to a beach, but it wasn't really a beach, but it was still awesome. After that we went back to Lauren and Greg's for more quality time with them and more pool time. Ok, AND another trip to Peaceful Meadows. Tuesday morning came way too soon. So did 4am, which is when we left for the drive home. These trips always go by so fast!! The MA friends make very strong cases for moving there. They really do. As long as my parents are alive, I know I would never move any where else, but I'm not ruling it out for a down down down the road kind of thing. I probably should have taken off work today. I'm exhausted still. I know I got a LOT done today, but I know there's still a ton more to do. I guess it's good to be needed!! Some things I learned on this trip: When TheMarty decides to leave the Tricycle of Awesome, he becomes the Unicycle of Underwhelming. I am someone who "dances on the edges of nerd-dom" and I love that. That Dave and Eric are very very good at doing impressions of the lead singer of AC/DC, and the rest of us are practicing really hard to be just as good! That I really do love MA. That the only movie Roger Ebert found worse than "National Treasure" is "National Treasure II" That the mixed drink Sweet Tarts are fanfreakintastic and everyone should try one! That's all for tonight. I'm still so tired!!