Saturday, August 12, 2006

annabelle? thinking?

i keep all of my earrings, large and small (for those of you at NPTS, yes, i do have small earrings) in a shallow dish on my dresser.

in keeping with the "knocking crap off" thing, annabelle walked across my dresser, put her foot in the dish, and knocked all of my earrings into my open dresser drawer, where i then had to fish them out from amongst all my pants, shorts, and capris.

i said "annabelle! you knocked all my earrings off."

she looked up at me, with a certain sort of cat look. i can think of all sorts of things she might be thinking, but i want to turn it over to you, my faithful (one or two) blog readers. what was she thinking? what would she say?

annabelle wrecks the house


one day i was letting this girl drive my car. 21, practicing for her driver's exam. she worked with me at emack & bolio's. she was trying to do a three point turn (in my car) while smoking (in my car), hit the curb (in my car) and came dangerously close to a stone wall (in my car). "they will fail you for that." i said.

"really?" she said, all wide eyed, actually surprised that she would be failed for hitting the very object you are avoiding in a three point turn.

"yes. really." i said.

i decided to take her far from busy streets and obnoxious leaping stone walls that come out of no where, so we were driving some back roads of hyde park, and we came upon little kids and a box of kittens. (p.s. i am realizing the irony of all this -- that i take this girl far from anywhere she can hit a curb or a stone wall but in close vicinity to kittens and little kids -- don't worry, i get it.)

she somehow convinced me to call my sister and convince my sister to get this little orange white and gray kitten, which is annabelle. who is now in my house because my sister is at a wedding in the poconos.

annabelle is very cute. but she knocks crap over. she sticks her face in my food. she's not mellow. when she knocks crap over she looks down at it like "well, that's less crap i have to deal with when i walk across this mantle." she gets pissed when we replace the crap. she has a vendetta against my dad, and if i'm sitting on the couch, and he stops in the door way, she'll go from nuzzling my foot to leaping across the room, racing up the chair, and swiping at him.

my sister was trying to kick her of the habit of jumping up on the counter when she was little, and the vet said spray her, and when my sister sprayed her, annabelle was so startled she fell off the counter and sprained her leg...which i think makes me sister reluctant to try any new training techniques, which means when annabelle is scratching our antique (ok, old) sofa and we clap our hands and shout "hey. HEY!" she just pauses, stares, and continues. kind of like a little kid who's coloring on the wall, and you say "don't color on the wall!" and they pause and look at you as if trying to gauge what's really going to happen if they keep coloring. annabelle is not scared or intimidated by us at all anymore. we need supernanny or something, except for cats.

Saturday, August 05, 2006

just for funsies

Fill this out about your SENIOR year of high school! The longer ago it was, the more fun the answers will be.

1. Who was your best friend?
lisa, liz h, liz w, erica, thao were the main peeps

2. What sports did you play?
i think i had given up on all that by then

3. What kind of car did you drive?
sometimes erica would let me drive her dads car, without my license, but i drove like 2 miles an hour and once i ran over the grass in the emmanuel college parking lot (oops that was in sean's car), and i took a 17 point turn on cummins hwy to pick up andre holding up traffic for approximately 45 minutes.

4. It's Friday night, where were you at?
if erica had anything to do with it, nantasket beach.

5. Were you a party animal?
heh. no.

6. Were you a considered a flirt?
double heh. NO.

7. Ever skip school?
in fact, erica used to drop me off at school so i could go when the rest of them skipped.

8. Ever smoke?
no

9. Were you a nerd?
the definition of!

10. Did you get suspended/expelled?
what do you think?

11. Can you sing the Alma Mater?
da da da dah...um...FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT...uh.. dear old latin evermore!

12. Who was your favorite teacher?
mr. tarpey

13. Favorite class?
humanities

14. What was your school's full name?
Boston Latin School

15. School mascot?
a wolf

16. If you could go back and do it over, would you?
yeah

17. What do you remember most about graduation?
somebody's chair broke, i threw my hat up half an inch so i wouldn't lose it, my hair was way frizzy, thao had a supercute dress

18. Were you 18?
was i? i think

19. Favorite memory of your Senior Year?
oh, i don't know. that's too hard.

18. Were you ever posted up on the senior wall?
what's a senior wall?

19. Did you have a job your senior year?
whittemore's! cutting boxes, hauling supplies, all in a dress and nylons

20. Who did you date?
no one. but i got asked out for the first time!

21. Where did you go most often for lunch?
where we were allowed -- the school cafeteria

22. What did you do after graduation?
party hopped

23. When did you graduate?
june, 1996.

Friday, August 04, 2006

once there was this girl who used to blog

ok, see, the problem is twofold maybe

i have a lot of stories from the hospital that i'm not supposed to talk about.
i have a lot of stories that are semi-depressing/annoying that i don't WANT to talk about.

so here i am. looking at my blog grumbling.

a good thing: i had a birthday. i am now 28. i had a mad phat birthday bbq with just about 100 guests -- you really can count on church people!

another good thing. my awesome friend brad every once in a while comes across these great red sox tickets -- and the first time we used them this summer was at the rain delay suckface game that started with me in my dad's overcoat and ended with me cleaning out torgo's fridge. but THIS time, the day was clear, the red sox not only won, but were still in first place, and i got free popcorn (because i went to get brad's drink). anyhoo, i took a bunch of pics.

the one below is my closest player pic. hot to Trot right fielder. i also got a picture of Manny Delcarmen, newbie pitcher who grew up right down the street from me, and of Papelbon (the two of them running out from the bull pen, but i don't know which is which, so i decided against posting them. but unless one of them ran out and assumed the ready position in the field, i'm almost positive this is Nixon.


















i also had to throw in a pic of my boyfriend (Big Papi, David Ortiz, or Teezy, as i like to call him when we're going for one of our moonlit walks). this is an impossibly silly picture, as it's more of the fans and the light as it is of Teezy, but it's the best i could do. the ump is right in the way of our viewing homeplate, and although brad's mom (who gets the tickets and passes them along to her offspring) called to see if they could move him, whoever makes those ump-goes-there decisions was not swayed.

















this pic is of the crowd who went, high school peeps i've known forever and for some reason still like me (or hang out with me at least). this is seconds before "Wally," the Red Sox mascot comes trotting by.