Seriously, I'm Not Lying!

A day in my life. Just to prove how mundane its all gotten.

7:00 AM-My alarm goes off. I hit snooze, not believe that it is already 7:00 AM and I have to get up, even though I went to be at 10:30 and got more than my 8 hours of sleep.

7:09 AM-My alarm goes off again. I exhale a huge heaving sigh, shut alarm off, trip to door to grab robe and head to the bathroom.

7:25 AM- Out of shower, I gather up all extra toiletries, because after the shower I am a bathroom nomad. I never know where I'm going to end up. It might be my bathroom, the boys bathroom downstairs or J's room. Wherever there is a mirror to help me dry my hair. Oh the unknown is very exciting! (gag)

7:30 AM- Dressed and down to the kitchen, I grunt good morning to P. Yesterday he was in his undies, they were red. Not digging red undies on a boy. I have my 6 oz. of orange juice and avitamin, before drying hair, applying deodorant, (when I remember) and brush my teeth.

I try to get out of the door by 7:53, so I can make the light down by the mall by 7:56, and get into the Tip O'Neill Tunnel by 8:00.

(Okay, writing all this down is very depressing knowing that my morning is that structured.)

On my way to work, its Billy's news at 8:03, and then the entertainment report at 8:15.

I'm pretty good at getting to work by 8:30. Then its to my desk, dodging preschool moms on the way. Then into the kitchen to make my coffee and oatmeal and then pretty much tool around all morning.

11:00ish-snack. Typically a banana and a yogurt smoothie.

1:00-lunch

4:30- I can leave and usually make my way to the gym. At the gym, no matter what time I go I see the same people. It's bizarre.

Hop on the cardio machine for 35-45 minutes depending on my mood. I used to watch TV, but now I just listen to my horribly outdated Ipod. The 6 TV stations with just news or sports on them bore me. I like to know what's going on, but my quickest workout was when, for some reason, one of the TV's had MTV on and was playing Parental Control.

Although the past two days one of the TV's had Lifetime on, which makes me believe that finally the women have complained enough about the ESPN and the ESPN news. Not that I don't like a little PTI now and then, but 4 out of 6 TV's is a tad excessive.

I leave the gym usually between 6:00-6:30 and am home by 6:30-7:00.

Shower, make dinner, and watch TV. And usually into bed by 10:30-11.

Ta-Dah!

I mean obviously there are little variations to each day. Monday night saw A and I trying to talk some sense into a distraught J. He was distraught over WG, it was crazy and I kept t trying to tell him so, but he wouldn't listen to us.

Last night was A and I discussing how crazy J is over WG and how when on Monday night WG showed up at the apartment, J was like a puppy dog with the earlier display of despair and tears, (I can't even tell you how uncomfortable THAT made me. I can't handle girl tears, forget about boy tears, sheesh!) forgotten.

There are also mornings when I wake up and see all three of their significant others and realize that I am the ONLY one in the apartment who didn't get laid the night before.

Ah, C'est La Vie.

Out of Semi-Hibernation

I've been trapped in a self-induced semi-hibernation over the past week, including the Thanksgiving Holiday. For some reason, that I'm still not sure of, I had from Tuesday of last week till yesterday off. It was great, but not being used to such a long period of time off, I really had no idea what to do with myself.

Because of this, my body shut down into a state of hibernation. It was some what of a comatose state, but I could walk and talk and unfortunately eat and eat and eat. I think from Wednesday night until Saturday night, I had left my house for a total of 2 hours. I watched a lot of What Not To Wear and drove my mother crazy.

Today I have emerged from my self imposed exile. I'm actually looking forward to going to the gym tonight. I feel like a sloth.

I'm ready to be normal again and get into a routine.

I've also been thinking about what I've been writing lately and how lacking it has been in the past two-three months. I've had things on my mind that were really not blog worthy, and thus couldn't really find any worth while content to write about. Trust me, my health issues are not riveting reading, and me getting back on track in the gym and eating better are also B-O-R-I-N-G.

That's what I have been focusing on in the past couple of weeks, (excluding last week, unfortunately).

I want to write more and I want to write better. It may take me awhile to get back into the swing of things, but g-damn it, I'm going to try!

That being said, I went to the dentist last week for the first time in 5 and half years. Yes, YEARS! I'm horribly embarrassed about this fact, but its a fact that I must be honest about. In my defense I have not had dental insurance in 3 years. My parents have been offering to pay for a cleaning for a while so I finally took them up on the offer.

My dentist is my next door neighbor. We (my family) even call her Dr. {First Name}. In the summers we could hear her drills through our open windows.

Knowing her on a personal level makes it all the more embarrassing.

The hygienist was new and around my age. Where as all the other hygienists know me as Katie and since I was 4, this was a little different.

Things change from when you were 22 to when you are 27.

Questions like "What are you doing after you graduate?" are replaced with, "Are you married?" and "Do you have any children?" I just managed to stop my self from saying "Good God no!" and was able to go with a muffled "No, I'm not." I supposed they never realize that its impossible to speak with a large vacuum in your mouth.

I'm not quite sure what the poor hygienist was expecting, seeing as her first comment upon viewing my pearly whites, (with minimal coffee staining) was, "Well! They're not as bad as I thought they would be!"

So now my dental clock has been set back to zero, I have no cavities, and I may have to get my wisdom teeth out. Well I know I'm supposed to get them out, I was supposed to get them out 10 years ago. Now its about whether or not I can afford to. Fun Fun Fun!

We'll call this a warm up post. Hopefully I an drag something slightly more interesting out of my life in the following weeks.

100th Post

Wow.

I can honestly say that when I started this blog, I didn't think I would write 10 posts never mind 100. I'm actually pretty proud of myself!

I write for myself mostly and I'm happy that I have this record to turn to. All my years of journal writing have never been this prolific. So yay me! Now I can look back and figure out what I've been up to and why.

I know as of late I've been pretty lethargic. The colder weather has set in making me more of a home body, but I'm hoping with the arrival of the holiday season I will start being more social.

As much as I love the Holidays, I dread giving presents. I have absolutely no faith in my gift giving abilities. I stress and stress and stress. Last weekend I threw a fit because I didn't know what to get my friend for a house warming gift. I got her a candle. It was actually pretty neat, It makes the sound of a crackling fire when you light it; albeit a very very small crackling fire, but different no the less.

I also balanced my check book this morning, and I'm at a loss as to how my money is disappearing at an alarming rate. I think I'm pretty frugal, I believe my mom used the word "tight", but my funds are just disappearing.

Okay, maybe I didn't need the new pair of knee-high boots, or the three new books. Its quite possible that the Banana Republic shopping spree was not an absolute must and I could do with out the four shirts from the Gap that I purchased this weekend, but what's done is done.

I also should probably not be planning on going to Barnes and Nobel to buy the Autobiography of Santa Claus on my lucnch break, but I'm intrigued and once its planted I can't shake it. I supposed the sushi I'm planning to buy from Whole Foods is a no-no as well.

And yet, I'm still perplexed as to where all my money goes!

Knowing Your Audience

In my hometown, there was a big scandal involving the high school football team and hazing. This is a resulting conversation involving me and my mother.

Me: "What exactly happened?"

Mom: "Well, supposedly, they tied the boy to the bed with duct tape and then they threw semen on him."

Me: "Big deal, women have to deal with semen on them all the time."

Mom: "What did you say?!"

Me: "Umm nothing?"

Taking One for the Team

In a bid to get C laid after, well after a very long time, I found myself going out on a Friday night at 10:00. That's PM.

I can't remember the last time I went out on a Friday, never mind that late. This is just a testament to what a good friend I am. I thought I was going to get out of it, but alas, I was shit out of luck. We had already attended the Celtics game that night with dinner before hand. I think that was a very respectable night out, but C wanted to meet the object of her affection out after the game so I complied.

When we got back to my place after the game, C called the Object. He did not answer and it was already 9:30 so I thought I was home free. Because I thought this, I decided to eat half a pint of Ben and Jerry's Apple Pie Ice Cream (I'm a sucker for limited batches). For some reason that day I had been a bottomless pit. I'm not even usually an ice cream eater and if I have some its usually a spoonful here and there. About 10 seconds after I forced the pint back in to the freezer, her phone rings. I groan inwardly.

She snaps her phone shut. "You up for it?" She looks so excited, I can't say no.

I drag myself up off the couch and up stairs. Some how I manage to make myself look presentable in five minutes, cursing Ben and Jerry the whole time.

The night was relatively fun. I didn't know anyone, but for some reason I didn't care. The guys we were with were nice enough, one had potential until the second bar contained the woman he was dating. She was way too old for him, but oh well. I didn't have to pay for any drinks. C felt bad and tried to push money on the guys, but I was all for taking advantage of the situation. From Daisy Buchanan's to Harvard Gardens to the 21st Amendment, we wound our way through the streets of Boston.

Even though work loomed before me on Saturday morning, it was a fun night, put me back in touch with my city.

I do love Boston. I just wish I had someone to enjoy it with sometimes.

PS: C did not get laid, despite my best efforts.

I Don't Know

I'm sitting here, at my desk/counter, guiltily drinking a pre-school juice box, thinking that I should write something. I haven't written in a week.

My immediate response is: Write what?

I have a ton of things I can blog about. My 5 days with G, S's wedding, seeing married friends from Texas, but I'm coming down from all that so its hard to capture the excitement and fun of the weekend without sounding mundane and flat. I want to be able to do those events justice and I just feel FLAT!

I was so sad when G left that even the toll taker at the Sumner Tunnel tolls felt he had to call me sweetheart as I handed my three dollars over trying to hide my tear stained face. Its not fair, those days with G just felt right. Why don't I deserve to feel like that all the time? I'm going to stop there before I get into whinny mode, and NO ONE likes that, including me!

S's Wedding was a BLAST. She was the beautiful bride I knew she would be, but still retained so much S'ness (my new adjective) that even though it was a fancy wedding, it didn't feel stuffy or strained. It was just fun.

After a tiny self-doubt session about my dress and shoes and the pantyhose or no pantyhose debate, I felt I looked good, and G looked very dashing in his new suit. I don't know why that boy doesn't like to dress up, he cleans up very well.

My blah's combined with grey November weather makes for a bad combination, but I'll snap out of it. The holiday's are coming and I am a holiday FREAK! I really get too excited. I'm probably the only person who actually LIKES that the stores decorate for Christmas so early.

To cheer myself up, I'm making a list of things to look forward too. (Warning: Most will revolve around food and that is why I have upped my gym visits and intensified my work outs.)

1. Tomorrow night dinner with New Jersey friend at Bambara.

2. 6 WHOLE days off for Thanksgiving.

3. Christmas shopping, Christmas Carols, Holiday foods, Holiday smells, Christmas trees..ect.

4. Dec. 2nd 12 bars of Christmas Pub Crawl. 2-8 12 bars, how can you go wrong!

5. Christmas Eve with the family

6. Christmas Dinner

7. New Years in San Diego.

See, plenty of things to look forward to! So what if I'll mostly be alone and with out affection!

Crushes Crushed

I have a long history of crushes on athletes.

For some reason all my childhood crushes were on basketball, soccer, baseball or football players. I became a die hard Red Sox fan because of my Tim Naehring crush. It did not matter to me that he had a slight mullet and was 35. I loved him and no one can take that away from me! Freshman year in college I had a poster of Drew Bledsoe on my wall in great contrast to S's posters of Tori Spelling and Prince William.

For that reason, when the senior quaterback showed up in my sophomore biology class, I was a goner. It didn't matter that he was a senior in a sophomore biology class. He was cute and athletic, my only requirements at the ripe age of 15. I crushed on him for years off and on. He failed biology, never really graduated, and is now my mailman.

Thanksgiving Eve, my junior year in college found me at the same house party as the QB. I was impressionable, and still in tune with my old crush. He didn't have the same appeal, but the nostalgia was there, and I fell for it. I accepted the invitation for a walk which lead to a very public make out session.

He was my first real kiss. Yes, I was 20. Yes, I know that's really odd and I was really old for that to be my first real kiss. Don't worry I've made up for lost time.

It was only after that night I found out that he was still with the same girl he was with in high school, they were in engaged, and she was pregnant. I felt like shit, but I took it for what it was and am doomed to remember it forever as my first real kiss.

Fast forward to six years later, I have since graduated college, got my masters and have lived in SD for two years. It was Thanksgiving eve, the unofficial yearly high school reunion. I'm at the local bar with friend having a good time. QB is there. A bit heavier, a bit more down looking. I pass him on the way to the bathroom and he looks at me in a way that makes me push a little more forcefully through the crowd.

The night progresses, I'm having a great time and then he comes over. I think its not a big deal, we have things in common, we can talk about stuff. I try to have a conversation with him, but he doesn't really talk. He asks me if I want a beer, I say no. He asks me if I want a water, I say no. He's not talking so I turn to my friends.

One of my friends hands me a beer. QB returns looking slightly offended but still not talking. My friends are giving me looks with confused expressions and raised eyebrows. I try to avoid him, but he's just hovering near by.

Two friends tell me they are taking off and I have to get my jacket out of their car. I tell two other friends to make sure he doesn't follow me and push my way towards the exit. I'm almost there and I feel a hand on my arm. Its the QB.

"What do you want?" I ask, now I'm mad, I tried the conversation, now he's just weirding me out.

"Just take this, write me." He looks desperate.

I'm incredulous. "What about your wife!" I stare at him, trying to figure out where he's coming from.

"Just take it. You can write to me."

"I'm seeing someone" I had just met G. He thrusts this small piece of paper into my hand and turns to leave. I give up and rush outside to my waiting friends relaying the bizarre events as a breathlessly gather up my coat.

"..and he hands me this piece of paper." I hold up the offending object and start to unfold it.

"Oh my God, its his home address."

As I was expecting an email address of some sort, this discovery unnerves me. My distaste and anger melt away to pity. Even now I'm unclear of what he wanted from me, whether or not it was an affair or just someone outside of his life to talk to.

I've learned since from J, who happens to be his cousin. That QB is unhappy with his life and probably feels trapped, but that's not my problem and I don't want to be involved. I'm sure he's idealized me anyway just because I'm different and out of his day to day life.

The saga doesn't have an end. Saturday night I found myself at my hometown's VFW at a benefit form M's cousin who passed away from an overdose. I go for M and for no other reason. QB was best friends with M's cousin.

He and his wife run the event.

I have no idea what she knows, though I felt a chill when I handed over my ticket. I also have a sneaking suspicion that she short changed me on my raffle tickets. I was probably being paranoid, but I couldn't help it. It was just an awkward event. I didn't even exchange a glance with QB. I was very careful to avoid doing so, but it was still weird. The Thanksgiving encounter was too strange.

Its just one of those growing up things. I used to worship QB. He gave me the teenaged butterflies and now he's just a prime example of a dissatisfied life. It depresses me a little, knowing that his best years definitely were in High School. As much as I had a good time in high school, I relish all of my experiences that have come afterwards more than I've ever relished high school ones.

I know I have many more to come my way. I can't imagine peaking in high school.