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I tomato you…

6 May

I am guilty of loving inside jokes. Luckily, my cousin married a woman who has become a great friend of mine and partner in crime when it comes to ridiculous inside jokes. We don’t even know how many of them started.

On our birthdays we, along with another cousin, send gifts that make no freaking sense to anyone else, but complete sense to each other. I sent her and my other cousin stuffed emus one year (it is amazing what you can find online). Did you know that the “turkey legs” at Busch Gardens are actually emus? No? Now you do!

This year, as you know, I turned 30. My cousin-in-law informed me that my gift did not arrive as scheduled due to New England’s iffy weather. I was intrigued. What could she have sent me that would be impacted by the weather? A live emu of my very own?

I soon found out!

A tomato plant. Yes, this apartment dwelling, non-tomato eater with a black thumb received a tomato plant. I love it.

You see, somehow we started saying “I tomato you” instead of “I love you.” I think its because we were saying we wanted to throw tomatoes at each other out of love and then it went somewhere else and somewhere else and finally became this inside joke. You don’t have to understand. We get it.

Luckily, my boyfriend has a green thumb. I went to dinner with friends and when I came home, he had repotted the plant and had it set up on my windowsill. He has been nurturing that baby and perked it right up! I get reminders to bring it inside, close the window or move it into the sun. He swears we’ll have homegrown tomatoes even I will love.

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My windowsill garden

I tomato this kiddo!

I tomato you all! Do you have any funny inside jokes?

Kim from Being A Wordsmith is doing a Blog Every Day in May Challenge. Yesterday’s topic was about bloggers you love and Kim called me out! Funny because I love her blog, too!

In true me fashion, I signed up for another challenge for May. This one has no real rules- it is my kind of challenge. While I am not a huge cusser myself, I do support the reasoning behind the challenge. Plus, I don’t even have to do it every day! Check out the ABC’s of Swearing.

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Hit me with your best shot

1 May

Conveniently, the first day I no longer am a participant in the A to Z Challenge, also happens to fall on a day many of you have dubbed Wordless Wednesday. I am hopping on that bandwagon and giving my mind a break with a mostly Wordless Wednesday myself.

I love sports and I especially love attending sporting events in person. College football is hands down my favorite (Go Gators!), followed by hockey (Yay Bruins!). My boyfriend has adopted the Gators for my sake and luckily, we both love the Boston Bruins.

One of our first dates was to a Red Sox game, we flew to Florida for a Gator football game, saw the Patriots play the Jets here at home and saw them play the Dolphins in Miami. We have gone to many Providence College basketball and hockey games. It’s his alma mater and so close by we can’t resist cheering them on whenever possible.

As for the Bruins, while both of us have been to many, many games over the years, we had not gone since we started dating.

However, last week we got to attend our first Bruins game together. We had purchased the tickets earlier in the season, but it happened to fall on the day the game was cancelled due to the insane blizzard. I almost forgot we had the tickets by the time the day came around. It was against the Tampa Lightning which is fun for me since I lived there for several years. Tickets were so cheap I would often go to games even when my team wasn’t in town. Bruins tickets are NOT cheap around here, so this was a treat for us!

Even better, the Bruins won- they broke their losing streak with a nice ass kicking for Tampa!

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Surviving the blizzard

Boston Bruins

Bruins vs Lightning

What is your favorite sport to see in person?

(I swear I had mostly wordless intentions).

Thanks to Julie You Jest for another Very Inspiring Blogger Award!

In true me fashion, I signed up for another challenge for May. This one has no real rules- it is my kind of challenge. While I am not a huge cusser myself, I do support the reasoning behind the challenge. Plus, I don’t even have to do it every day! Check out the ABC’s of Swearing

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The case of the missing underwear

24 Apr

I live alone in a one bedroom apartment with a laundry room in the building’s hallway. My boyfriend has two roommates and his washing machine is right in his apartment. I have to stake a claim and pay quarters when its laundry day; he just throws his in and lets the machine do its thing. I still rarely do laundry at his place because I don’t want to impose on his roommates and its just easier to do it at my own.

However, one night I stayed over his place unexpectedly. I threw in my underwear with his laundry so that I would have a clean pair for work the next day. We went to bed and in the morning he grabbed the clothes out of the dryer. Well, he grabbed all the clothes except for my one pair of underwear that I knew had been put in the machine. Baffled, I searched all over the place and could not find them. I finally gave up and marked it up to the laundry monster.

A few days later I was back at his apartment and in the kitchen with his roommate’s girlfriend. I took her aside and asked her if she had happened to have found a pair of underwear.

“Thank god!” she said. “They were in our laundry and I had no idea where they came from.”

Apparently, they had switched over the laundry in the middle of the night and somehow my underwear had gotten mixed into their pile. Relieved she was the one to have found them and not her boyfriend or the other roommate, I stuffed them in my pocket and vowed to keep better track of my things. I tried not to think of the problems this laundry fiasco might have caused.

Moral of the story: Do your laundry at your own place.

My boyfriend’s thoughts on this scenario: If I ever find a pair of underwear in his room that are not mine, I shouldn’t jump to conclusions. Good luck with that one.

Today was Day Twenty One (or Day U) of the Blogging from A to Z April Challenge

Hoping you’ll follow me on Bloglovin or Twitter! New friends make me happy! I also recently created a profile with Canopi, so you can check me out there if that’s what you use!

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Tips, tricks and thrusts

23 Apr

The Watermelon

As you know, I went to NYC over the weekend for my good friend’s bachelorette party. I am one of her bridesmaids and thrilled to be a part of her big day. I told you all about her shower and the bridesmaid who gave a Yankee Candle as a gift. This particular girl and another bridesmaid were late to the shower so for the bachelorette, the maid of honor and I told them to be there an hour before the other attendees, assuming they’d be there when everyone else showed up. Shame on us! They outsmarted us and showed up an hour AFTER everyone else arrived. While these girls won’t be winning any bridesmaid of the year awards, my friend was still happy with the night and that’s all that really matters. Right? Right!

After everyone graced us with their presence at the apartment, we sipped on drinks while the bride played one bachelorette party game I actually didn’t get second-hand embarrassment over. Each guest had gifted a pair of panties (hate this word!) and the bride had to guess who brought each one. It was good for some laughs and to break the ice for people who didn’t really know one another yet. The bachelorette looked absolutely amazing and her smile was so genuine it was contagious. Seriously, there are some times when I am just so thankful to have people like her in my life, but this was one of those times I felt lucky she allows me in hers!

We then headed to dinner at the Hurricane Club, which ended up being bachelorette party central. Everyone indulged on drinks in watermelons and coconuts while we waited for our table. Once we sat down, the service and kitchen seemed to be on the same timetable as the errant bridesmaids, because it could not have been worse. The restaurant ended up comping the entire meal, all the drinks and gave us three rounds of shots- for a table of 13 girls headed to a wedding in St. John next month, the common consensus was we’d take waiting around for food all night anytime if it resulted in a zero balance.

Our final stop of the night was a club called The Box. I am pretty much a prude when it comes to some things- like people dressed as vaginas and tongues on stage, transgender couples sticking turkey basters in one another while singing about pregnancy, a man thrusting while he “seductively” swallowed a sword and a woman simulating sex with a monkey. No, I am not kidding and no, there are no words at this point I can use to describe the madness. Once I get over my shock, I might write a more in-depth post of the scenes that will be giving me nightmares for weeks. Luckily, the DJ was decent so we could occupy ourselves at our table dancing the night away into the morning. And laughing. A lot. It was actually a blast.

We did experience one scandal that night. I hadn’t had a lot to drink, because I tend to go into “mom mode” in big groups and become ultra responsible and cautious. Someone’s gotta do it! We received the check for our table and found out the waitress had overcharged us significantly. Giving her the benefit of the doubt, I asked her about the bill and she redid it. Again, it had several hundred extra dollars on it. Finally, I told her despite it being 4am, I was sober, had worked in the service industry for years and knew how her computer worked. She handed over the correct bill without a word. Tip included. Nice.

Tips for having a bachelorette party in NYC:

  • Double check your checks, then check them again.
  • Make sure all your bridesmaids have working watches.
  • If your service is bad, speak up!
  • Bring blinders if you want to avoid your eyes being scarred by stripping monkeys.
  • Drinks in watermelons make everyone happy.
  • Just keep that bachelorette smiling!

I am still catching up on my sleep. And I can’t get the song “I want to get pregnant- what’s in your cooler- a turkey baster” out of my head. Argh! One thing is for sure- I am excited to get to St. John to see her walk down the aisle! Jaws will be dropping and the look on her groom’s face will be a must-see.

Today was Day Twenty (or Day T) of the Blogging from A to Z April Challenge

Hoping you’ll follow me on Bloglovin or Twitter! New friends make me happy! I also recently created a profile with Canopi, so you can check me out there if that’s what you use!

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So what… I’m still a rockstar

22 Apr

So what… I’m still a rock star. Remember that Pink song? It goes on to say “…my husband left me, but I’m gonna be alright.” Guess what? My husband left me and I turned out alright- better than alright even. Okay, so he didn’t exactly leave me. And I am not exactly a rock star. But, you get the picture.

I wasn’t sure if I was going to spill the beans on myself about my divorce. For one thing, it happened years ago. I like to pretend it never happened and frankly, often my friends and I actually do forget. BUT it was an event in my life that had a huge impact on who I am today. I am in a much better, happier place than I ever would have been had that marriage stuck. Honestly, when he proposed I thought he was breaking up with me. Who does that?!

We didn’t date long enough, we were too young, we were too different- all those clichés are true. But what it comes down to is that we just weren’t right for one another.

When I met my current boyfriend (my first real relationship since the big D) I was kind of embarrassed to tell him about my past. He was younger and I had all this baggage, but while it isn’t the ideal situation, he accepts me for who I am. I am thankful for that. I mean, he thought I was kidding at first, but he was understanding.

I’m writing this mostly because I want other ladies out there to know that it is okay to go through something like this. I was ashamed. I didn’t want anyone new that I met to find out. But eventually I realized, it is NOT the end of the world, and you know what, most of the time you come out on top. I know I did. It takes other strong relationships with your family and your friends and a whole lot of strength, but I promise this too shall pass.

So all you unhappy ladies, leave your marriages. Only kidding. Most of you out there will work out your differences and do what it takes to get through any issues that come your way (actually, I’m hoping most of you are completely thrilled in your situations).  I’m not saying it’s the right decision for everyone, but it was the right decision for me. And if my life is cake right now because I moved on, then my boyfriend is the icing. And everyone deserves to find their icing.

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So what makes you still a rock star?

Today was Day Nineteen (or Day S) of the Blogging from A to Z April Challenge

Hoping you’ll follow me on Bloglovin or Twitter! I also recently created a profile with Canopi, so you can check me out there if that’s what you use! New friends make me happy!

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