Ew

Ew, I went running today. Mike made me (well not made me but when he challenges me I have to prove I'm up to the task) go running on Saturday morning, twice around the park in Norwood and then we walked to breakfast and back. So today after driving on the Pike for 2 hours I decided I would go to the gym and then I got some sort of stupid idea in my head that I should run at the gym. Sunday night at the gym is pretty empty, I ended up running about 12 minutes...not in a row. And I actually felt endorphins! I might try again tomorrow, I really wish I could be a runner type girl, like run a marathon or maybe start with a half marathon. If it means I can eat pizza for dinner at least twice a week I'm on it.

Bedtime

So I kept to my usual bedtime when Mike and I were in Vegas and when Mike told people at work that I went to bed around 9ish in Vegas they all laughed and laughed. Ha ha ha.

But my question is why should I stay up? What is going on at 3am that I need to be awake for? I didn't want to gamble any more because I had been losing on the slot machines, I wasn't hungry and I couldn't drink anymore because I would get sick. And I don't like feeling like crap all the next day.

So what is going on that I need to be awake for? I have stayed up all night before, working nights or running duty for Fire & Rescue and I have stayed out to last call a few times in my life but really I don't see the point. Is there something I don't know? At 2am is there like a big fun thing that happens? Is there? It's like when I was out dating, I would compare the date with a night in my jammie pants watching Forensic Files. If the night at home sounded like more fun then the date then there probbies wouldn't be a second date.

So why should I stay up?

Vegas

Mike and I have returned from our trip to Las Vegas, it was pretty much what I expected it to be...bright, load and smokey. The one thing that totally surprised me was the amount of people who brought their CHILDREN to Las Vegas! City of Sin! There is some family friendly stuff to do, we went to the Aquarium in our hotel, there is an M&M store with 4 floors and a whole lot of stuff to look at. Very sparkly, very bright lights so kind of like one giant toy; which really is what it is. But still, they hand out little cards every 4 feet advertising prostitutes, not something I would want my kid to get their hands on.

Mike won some money, he said this was the first time he ever came back from Vegas having won money. I lost, but that is why they call it gambling. I did have fun though, how could I not have fun when I could drink a margarita at 10am?

Ow! aka Tales from the Commuter Rail part 908

So the commuter rail parking is going up in price, $2 more a day so now just to park to take the train it's $4/day. Mike and I (okay Mike) figured out the numbers and it would still be cheaper for me to take the train every day as opposed to driving in and paying for parking. So he drops me off at the train station 3/week or more and I drive the other 1 or 2 days. This way I can go to the gym straight from the train station because if I go home I'm not leaving again. If I miss the first train I have Mike drop me off at the coffee shop and I walk to the train station, which is what we did this morning. I got my coffee and a $10 gift card because I can't use my debit card unless I spend at least $10, and I walk over to the train station. I begin to worry when I see a LOT of people waiting for the train, the 7:05am isn't usually this crowded. I see the train coming so I go to the other side of the tracks to get on, lots of shoving but not really shoving commences. Like people just get all up in your grille and all regard for personal space goes out the window. Conductor then comes on and says the train I am on is actually the 6:15am, they are just really, really late. We also have to push a broken down train to South Station so a trip that normally takes 20 minutes took an hour. I could have walked to Boston faster then this train.

The OW! part comes in because my left contact lens was bothering me and I kept blinking the whole hour long trip on the train, I think some guy thought I was flirting with him. Umm...no. I get to work and take out the offending contact, it has a big hole in the middle of it. Nice. So I have had only my right contact lens in all day, I can't really see that well and I have a headache from having weird vision all day.

Mike and I leave for Vegas in 4 days!

#3

**WARNING**This is my blog I can use it to vent so I am just voicing my opinion so if you voted Yes on Question 3 in Massachusetts please go away.

So Question 3 in Massachusetts passed last night, what this means is that greyhound dog racing will be outlawed in Massachusetts effective 2010. Okay...here's the thing: greyhounds are bred and born to run (cue Bruce Springsteen song here), Massachusetts will lose millions of dollars in revenue which these races brought in, and approx: 30,000 people will be out of a job. These are people who have been working at these races for 30 years making probably about 25k a year, what the hell are they going to do now? Become an administrative assistant? Go to medical school? This is their job, their life, they bought their houses from this job, they will be lost. And what to do with all the dogs? They will end up in shelters which are already overcrowded and very likely will end up being euthanized.

I know that it was said that the dogs were mis-treated, but there is no evidence of this; these dogs were treated better then most people.

Mike pointed out that the citizens of Massachusetts voted no on question 1 which would rid the state of income tax. I voted no because I thought this would increase property taxes but Mike told me (tonight! a day too late) that Massachusetts has a proposition, 2 and a half, that property taxes can't be raised in Massachusetts more then 2 and a half percent without a vote.

I think anyone who voted yes on question #3 must adopt a greyhound, or maybe 5 of them.

Damn time change

Okay, think I have to hunker down now and not move for the next 5 months, it's dark out at like 4pm, I kinda wish I was a bear. Mike calls me Sleeping Beauty because I sleep more then anyone he has ever met. I think he calls me that because if he called me a sloth or something I would whack him on the head.

So bears sleep, or if you want to be all science-y, they hibernate all winter. So maybe I could find a way to do that, like say I am part bear and file a discrimination suit against my workplace for not letting me stay home and sleep until early April. There is however the problem of food and other body functions, well I guess a feeding tube could be inserted, but I rather like eating and I don't want to go into a coma, maybe just not leave my house unless it is to go right into a warm vehicle Damn. This might be harder then I thought to pull off. Crap.

Well thankfully I did buy a new coat from LL Bean and it is filled with down feathers or something, well that's what the tag said.

On another note, little Wyatt threw up on me about 4 times last night.