PCP

Dude...so I went to my new PCP today; problems from the beginning...checking in with people smooshed in either side of me, no good. Next, appt. was late...25 minutes late. I knew that it would be an unpleasant experience considering it was a girly appointment and that is never fun.

So then medical assistant took my BP and pulse and I pretty sure they were WAY wrong. And then the weigh in, who knew that I weighed as much as someone who probably should be living in a trailer and eating frosting out of a can yelling for Mama's stretchy pants.

So new PCP told me I need to lose like 40 lbs because my BMI isn't what it should be; according to that little, no wait BIG number, I am morbidly obese. Morbid, like going to die from my obese-ness. Awesome. But tomorrow is my department Christmas party so it will be open bar and fab free food, so apparently my life free of soda and white food will have to begin on Sunday.

What I do not understand is spending 3-4 days a week at the gym, busting my ass on the elliptical for 40 minutes at a time burning 500 calories and that actually makes me gain weight. Now if someone could tell me how that works that would be excellent.

What to do...

I realized that I am having some sort of personal crisis; I withdrew from nursing school in September and I am happy that I did, but what to do now? I can't be a hospital administrator for ever, I don't think. So what to do...I tried to think about when I was little what I wanted to be; an artist, a mommy, an actress, a wedding coordinator. The only one that seems do-able (ha!) is wedding coordinator because the other stuff ain't a happenin'. I was on the train (again) this morning and I was trying to think of other things to "be". This is the list I came up with and why most wouldn't work:

• baker-pro: free cookies, con: I hate getting up early, I will get very fat and smell like sugar all the time


• police officer-pro: I like driving when people get out of my way, con: will cry hysterical first time have to use gun, also bullet-proof vest won't fit over boobs


• personal trainer-pro: avoid getting fat, con: don't like working out


• marine biologist-pro: I get to live by ocean, con: scared of fishes touching me


• photographer-pro: fun job, might make $$$, con: probably won't make $$$, will have to be polite to annoying people, requires expensive equipment


• teacher-pro: get to buy school supplies every year! con: would have to go back for more school, have to deal with head lice or annoying teenagers

Well...this is all I got, if anyone has any ideas please let me know; soon I will have to start asking little kids what they want to do when they grow up so I can get some ideas.

dude

So Turkey day is over and I am stuffed! However Mike and I did go to the gym on Saturday which means that I went 4 days last week, which for me is quite a feat. Erin and I went to Target at 6am on Black Friday and I am done with Christmas shopping, except for my mom but that's easy. Apparently today is "cyber Monday". Dude, that's the queerest thing I have ever heard, WTF is cyber Monday...I have been on the interweb today and I haven't seen any HUGE sales that would indicate to me that this is a special day. Whatevs...

And I also realized that my bf is the grinch, everytime I mention Christmas he just sighs and says it's a consumer holiday. Yea, but I like it! And doesn't Christmas have something to do with the baby Jebus? Yes I thinky so.

However, points for Mike for watching half of an episode of Forensic Files with me... he said that since I make an effort to watch the Pats games, he will also make an effort. Awwww...he must have read an article in Sports Illustrated about what to do if you make your girlfriend watch football games even though she has no idea what is going on and just likes that she can sit and eat nachos and drink beer.

Turkey for me, turkey for you

I heart Thanksgiving, HEART IT! It's one of those holidays where there is no pressure whatsoever, except that you have to wear comfy pants. That's about it. No worries about buying something for everyone, no worries about wearing a fancy outfitz. Nah. Just plain old, what are we gonna watch on TV.

For the past few years I have been going to my BFF Erin's home in New Hampshire. Her parents are ADORABLE! And their house is very cute new england-y with a fireplace and a big fat cat who wanders around looking annoyed. Her mother is this little gem of a woman and her father is like 4 times as tall as her mother. Last year I think we watched like 6 hours of Deadliest Catch in the discovery channel. Ahhhhh...

Erin and I also plan on hitting the shops at 6am the day after, I will pull out the brass knuckles if I have to because "Ain't nobody takin' those Lincoln Logs but me!" (Phew! Good thing Riley can't read or Christmas would be ruined for him!)

On another fun note, Mike and I went to a wedding this past weekend on the Cape which was also very cute New England-y. I wore my new dress from Ann Taylor, strapless (not fun when you actually have boobs) and I went up to the bar (shocker) and the bartender asked if I was bridal. I didn't know if he meant was I on the bride's side for the wedding which technically I was because it was Mike's cousin, or if he meant was I bridal feeling? So I answered yes. It actually meant that the bartender thought I was part of the bridal party so that meant open bar all night long! WOOO! My dress was blue, the bridesmaids' dresses were brown, but apparently I looked Irish enough to pass as a relative. NICE!.

Crank-eee

I am cranky today, for no real reason. Work was the same, the train was annoying-dude nothing is that funny that would make one laugh that loud when the person next to you is literally 2 inches away from you. So as I am cranky there are few things that please me. But I am engaging in almost all of them so that I don't yell at furniture.

I am enjoying a Winter Warmer from Harpoon (which this season is very cinnamony-nutmegy), I just ate a dinner which consisted of only garlic mashed potatoes and I am watching the movie that always makes me happy "Legally Blonde". I love this movie, LOVE IT. It makes me smile to hear the line "Whoever said orange is the new pink is seriously disturbed". And because she is a hottie mchottie and she is smart.

I think since I have moved to Boston I appreciate it more because I have been around Harvard people and they really are that pretentious and smarmy. Yes it's awesome if you can get into Harvard and spend 60k per year on tuition, however keep your philosophical rants about the importance of Tupac to yourselves.

I told you I was cranky.

WTF MBTA bus driver man

Last night I left work about 10 minutes early so I could try to catch the earlier train to Hyde Park because I wanted to go to the gym. (as shocking as that is!) So I decided to try and run and get the generic shuttle or an MBTA bus so I could get to the station on time to get one of the two possible trains. As I reach the corner, yea an MBTA bus! They usually have no regard for other traffic or pedestrians so I am sure to get to the station with time to spare (which I usually use by walking slowly by the hot dog and weird pastry pocket things guy-I wouldn't eat anything from there but they smell good). So get on the bus, bus driver as always yells at us to move back. Dude there ain't no where to go.

We get to the next stop, people get off, and I couldn't believe the words that actually came out of the driver's mouth. "Okay is everybody ready?" no one said a thing "We aren't going to move until everyone is ready" People laugh nervously and say "yea okay, we're ready" and then the bus moves. Seriously you have to got to be friggin kidding me, this isn't the bus to summer camp! We have trains to catch! Next stop, he does the same thing "Okay, everybody ready to go!" People yell out "Ready!" I say under my breath "just drive the bus" Bus driver crazy person says "We aren't going to move until everyone says they're ready!" And he didn't move the bus until there was a louder chorus of "We're ready!" Time is ticking by, I have now missed the first of the earlier trains and it isn't looking good for the second one. Bus driver forgets a stop and the person starts yelling to get off, so bus driver just stops in the middle of the road and lets them out. Get to station, luckily the second train was 3 minutes late and I made it.

However, my brain doesn't work in the way where I thought the bus driver was funny, this is a city, we move at a faster pace. I would expect something like that in northern New Hampshire, or somewhere where there is a country store owned by someone named Norma, not in downtown Boston.

So I called and whined about it to two of my Aunts (and I heard my 3 year old cousin in the background saying "whoopsie daisy" which is adorable) and worked off my frustration on the elliptical machine, and I then felt better. I still want to write and e-mail to the MBTA and tell them that one of their drivers would be better driving my 8 year old brother to camp, but I won't. Stupid driver.

choo choo

I had to ask Mike last night if I talk for no reason, like fill the air when we are just sitting somewhere, and talk about random stuff that is dumb. He said no, I think he might be lying, but there is NO way I am as bad as half the people, no 3/4 of the people on the commuter rail. I try to silently read my book and not make eye contact for fear of a random conversation starting. (see, this is why I should go back to working with dead people) Yesterday I listened and watched this girl go on and on and on and on and on about how her friend got lost the other day and how it was "so weird because like, I get lost". I think her fiance may want to reconsider, his eyes glazed over after 2 seconds.

And that's another thing...why does everyone have to get married and make such a big deal about it. Yea you got married, that's awesome, I hope you enjoy the $20,000 debt you just incurred. Oh yea and enjoy the asparagus steamer that you registered for at the Crate, that will come in handy many times I am sure.

And as we ride along on my train of thought (woo, woo, chugg-a, chugg-a, chugg-a, woo, woo) I must profess my love for the birds eye in the bag vegetable steam thingys. You just put the bag in the microwave and it steams the vegetables, you don't even have to poke a hole in the bag! It's amazing! I am sure that they will discover that the bags cause your offspring to have like 12 arms or 4 eyeballs, but whatev, evolution is a kicker.