Arrrrr, Lego me pegleg

Sunday up in the greater Boston area me and my ole'pal Val grabbed some killer brunch at the Cheesecake factory, which was pretty amazingly greasy and equally delicious, which is everything a breakfast should be. Our waiter would not stop trying to make conversation, i didn't mind so much except for the fact that i was completely distracted by the snot pooling in his septum area from the obvious headcold he had. I got over it, drank some tasty black coffee and clogged some arteries with my mammoth breakfast sandwich. Thumbs up for a killer chain-restaurant bkfast!!

Val had some errands to run at the mall and trader joes so we stopped in for a hot minute and i, as usual, had a little fun with my camera. . .and a few quick words for some store clerks . . . .I guess I was in charge of providing the show for the morning, MY PLEASURE!

Building a huuuuuge Lego pirate in the middle of the mall! I was wicked excited and pushing little kids around to get a better view . . . I guess Pirates get me a little riled up
whoa even had a peg-leg, and was taller than me before it was even done . . .i wanted to stay and watch the magic happen all day but val had shit to do and i probably had something better to do too.

A store called the "Bar" store or something . . . . random signs . . . .random rib-busting laughter. Obviously photo worthy

I had a picture of Val with some melons from the food store, she made me erase it because she said it was inappropriate and then said something insulting about me being bonkers, but tried to soften the blow with saying something along the lines of "oh no you're odd, but it's entertaining."

Thanks?

PowerBook illness

In response to multiple inquiries regarding part 2&3 of my Valentine's Day series . . ..

My stupid powerbook had some "kernal error" which made it completely unusable and kinda broke my heart for a solid 12 hours before i came to terms with the fact that it's stupid of me not to backup anything of sentimental/useful value kept on my computer. I was pretty down about losing thousands of pictures, thousands of songs and would gladly forfeit the couple thousands of dollars spent on that stupid, awesome machine . . . .just to have all the sentimental gobbly gook back. . . . .

So when i either get my computer back, or at least hopefully my databases . . . .i'll be more than happy to complet a thought! (or at least try)

In the interim, i've been enjoying prehistoric blogging, i believe what they used to call "writing," correct me if i'm wrong..... It's been a little frustrating, mostly because i type a million times faster than i write and it takes twice as long to get stuff online (and i miss having a 17" screen). But I kinda enjoy having the physical piles of paper in front of me . . .random sticky notes scattered throughout my home, office, cluttering my purse. It's been really enjoyable actually now that i think about it more . . . .i kinda want an old shitty typewriter.

Conservation Skills 101

For the sake of my wallet (amongst other things) i am really happy that February is the shortest month of the year . . . and even better that it's almost over. I just received my cell phone bill from the entire month of January, completely forgetting that i should have increased my minuscule text message package to the next tier . . . .I didn't realize my resolution was to only use my iphone for texting and not talking nor that it would cost me an extra $110 this month. Yeah that's right, all those little blips of pseudo conversation sure add up over the course of 30 days . . . . .

So now totally kicking myself for the numerous times i tried to remind myself "just go to the cell phone place and just tell them you want more texts." Oh wait, i attempted one evening and everyone and their mother was at this one branch i went to. I waited 30 minutes dodged over and over by frazzled clerks. I couldn't decide whether they had selective vision, lack of oxygen in-utero, or were just plain rude. That night was the last time the thought of altering my cell service crossed my thoughts . . . . . until yesterday's mail . . . .

Furthermore, February sparked a HUGE personal conservation movement. I've compiled a list of what I have conserved this month:

• communication
  
• money
  
• emotion
  
• responsibility
  
• gasoline
  
• physical contact
  
• caffeine
  
• expended energy
  
• washer/dryer usage
  
• immunity
  
• seriousness
  

***disclaimer*** Not all means of conservation preferable. March isn't a frugal month.

"It's Valentine's Day everywhere but in my heart" - Millhouse

The Day after V-Day: Well I survived, even better, I had a great day & night with awesome company

If only I could find the actual Valentine and not my crappy iPhone picture of it, I’d properly scan it into my computer and give it the "Blingy" praise it deserves. This will have to do. Matt Groening is a genius, I’d donate a kidney or even my first born to get an ounce of his wit and cartooning skills. What a coincidence that it is his birthday today too . . . . . Happy Birthday Mr. Groening!

It’s true friends,Valentine’s Day is ridiculous! I’ve never been a fan, even all those years of having boyfriends on the not so blessed day, I always thought (like most do) “what a stupid day to let someone know you love them or got the hots for them”

I mean what’s the romance of forced romance? Don’t get me wrong . . . .I’m a huge fan of compiling presents for people at all times, and sometimes a random “holiday” here and there is motivation for fun ideas. And as much as I try to think romance is a farce. . . . I’m such a disgusting romantic (admitting this kinda kills me inside).

Not the chocolate, flowers, diamonds, buy me dinner crap . . . .that stuff doesn't stimulate me.
I'm talking about the the random excitement; the can’t eat/sleep/function normally, giddy, queasy butterflies in your stomach, when your boss/coworkers inquire, “Mia what the hell’s gotten into you, your productivity has completely shit the bed” business. Those weird thoughts like why am I thinking about this person and why do I want to know what they’re up to? WTF?, why do I care? I dunno, it doesn’t make sense, I’m just gonna torture myself a bit. Every message, text, blip of communication = instant kid in candy store smile. It’s extra lethal (aka extra awesome) when it appears inexplicably out of nowhere completely blindsiding you with an insane whirlwind of distraction.


It’s so gross, and I think I threw up a little in my mouth typing these past few sentences, furthermore ending my "romance rant" and trying to focus of the real purpose of this message. **will be posted later**

Orgasmic food? . . . . . Not my bag

I got invited to another work dinner talk about osteoporosis at this local bedbreakfast gourmet restaurant shenanigans place near the UConn campus. The educational portion of the evening consisted of a lame PowerPoint presentation (which made me really happy I'm not in college anymore) and the pharmaceutical rep, who normally is as square and dry as you grandmother's triscuit cracker, was making an honest effort to let loose, which only amounted to making a few attempts to make bone density loss sound hilarious. There's nothing funny about brittle bones, but hey, I guess I'm a hard person to humor.

I guess the evening got more enjoyable as the friendly waiter (someone i know in passing who used to work at my favorite watering hole, but now has a legit waitstaff career) saw my extreme boredom and kept bringing me fresh glasses of red red Cabernet wine. I then began to find random things to make me laugh, mostly the ridiculous comments made by some not so intelligent coworkers trying to pipe into the brittle bones mix.

I wasn't having any part of that, so naturally I intently watched one of my physician bosses lose interest in the educational matter and mutter random comments about alcohol consumption, eating yummy food and singing along to the Van Morrison greatest hits album that was most likely on repeat all day. It kind of freaked me out, because i was thinking the exact same things . . . . . it's kind of strange to share a lot of random likes with your 50yr old male doctor boss and have him be completely aware we have the same random tastes in food, wine, coffee, and wandering attention span. . . . .I, however unlike my boss, do not orgasm over food. It's kinda weird, but in that weird i don't know whether to watch or look away weird . . .whenever he tastes something he really likes, he totally makes this ohmmmmohhohoh short blurb of incomprehensible syllables which is nothing more than a mouth overflowing with food and an underlying orgasm waiting to pop right behind it. Now that i think about it, it totally grosses me out.

When I really like something i tend to eat a lot of it and offer the occasional "wow this is amazing"- or similar comment and put various emphasis on certain words. Never any moaning, groaning and my eyes never once come close to rolling back into my head. Call me old fashioned, but eating tasty food is definitely not in my top ten list of events to get me there.

**I really wanted to submit another meatbone picture of the occasion, but the one meat dish i was going to pick was sold out and I was completely sold on the Sea Bass, which thankfully was fucking amazing despite not having anything bony for me to pose with . . . .