Standing Tall

The musings of a twenty something girl from the Midwest.

Tuesday, April 25, 2006

Get Drunk and Watch This

Adrianne and I got take out from the Mexican restaurant across the street from us. We sat on the floor of our living room picnic style and enjoyed our meal with a couple of beers while watching scrubs. It was fun, it was a nice night.

We were both a bit buzzed and were ready to call it a nice when Standard of PerfectionShow Cats came on. The PBS show was the equivalent of the movie best in show, but with cats… and real which made it ten times more kick-ass!

We squealed and flat out laughed at the crazy cat owners and their cats. My personal favorite is when one cat owner put the diaper on one of her cats so he wouldn’t pee on her sofa.

Sunday, April 23, 2006

That’s me

When I was a young kid my voice was deep and scratchy. My parents took me to a vocal specialist because they thought that I had some sort of vocal problem. A four-year-old girl should not sound like a frog was the general consensus. There was nothing wrong with me; I just had a low voice.

Continuing on into adulthood I’ve been self-conscious about the way I sound. Whenever I heard recordings of my self I cringed at my crackly voice. At work when I tape report I hate the idea of having to rewind and listen to what I just said. As it turns out though, I just needed a good microphone to talk into.

Adrianne interviewed me for her radio show and I think it turned out awesome. Listen to me here.

Saturday, April 22, 2006

The Pious Mackerel

I worked until 3 pm on Easter Sunday so Adrianne and I thought the best way for us to celebrate this holiday was to make a nice dinner and have people over. I made a salad for work and had enough left over for dinner, Steve was getting rolls, and Toney the wine. “I know,” Adrianne said “I’ll make fish!” It seemed like we were set to have a nice “family” dinner.

“Uhh, does either of you guys know how to clean a fish?” Adrianne had emerged from the kitchen holding a white package with three whole fish we were supposed to be eating for dinner. None of knew how to gut a fish and all we had were the blank stares of the fish as we tried to figure out how to make them into dinner.

How you clean a fish

As Adrianne has said before, Steve is relatively brawny and was left with the honors of cleaning the fish (he was also left with the honors after I hacked the first fish to uneatable pieces).

Thankfully the internet steered us in the right direction of fish cleaning procedures and in the end we had an Easter Day Miracle.

Wednesday, April 19, 2006

Meat Allergy

Being a vegetarian at times is difficult. When it’s Buffalo wings Tuesday I just have to sit around and drink my beer while everyone enjoys the wings. I think they smell good. People also judge me because of my lack of meet eating.

Last week we had a party at work; one of the other nurses had brought a quiche with eggs. “Does it have ham in it?” I asked.

“Why? What happens if you eat meet?” she wanted to know.

“Nothing,” I shrugged “I just feel bad about myself.”

She laughed and walked away. I guess she wanted more of an allergy then an ethical reason.

Monday, April 10, 2006

Nothing Like This

I would just like to say that the sun setting over the houses in our neighborhood this weekend was the prettiest thing I have seen in awhile.

Sunday, April 09, 2006

One More Drink

Friday was a terrible day at work. It was busy, very busy, I was still at work at 8:15 not doing paper work but actually work. I was supposed to be done at 7, and I wasn’t the only one staying late. It was a unanimous decision that everyone needed to go out for a drink. Why not? I’ll just go out for a few; one of the girls that lives by me agreed that she would go out for a few then we would both go home. Good plan.

We went to the bar across the street from the hospital, most of us wearing our scrubs (something I never do and don’t really approve of). “Woa, it’s like Grey’s Anatomy in here!” a bar fly said as we walked it. I immediately ordered a beer that quickly turned into two beers. Two beers on an empty stomach is rough. So I ordered food, then two more beers. Before I knew it, it was midnight I was drunk and taking the T home by my self.

So I did what anyone who was drunk and in a big city would do. Drunk dial their mom.

Tuesday, April 04, 2006

Don’t Leave

I have to admit, I have abandonment issues. When I was a kid I would be terrified that my parents would take me shopping and leave me there. I use to hold tightly to their hand where ever we were just so that there wouldn’t be a chance for them to leave me. Daytons, Cubfood, the park, anywhere really I would always want them in eye site or know how to find them. I still get nervous of going somewhere and having my ride leave me. This fear of being left behind crosses over to dating too.

I told Steve I always have a fear that he will disappear. That one day I will call him and he will never call me back. He never will come by to get his clothes here, he would just be gone. He looked me in the eyes and told me my fear of him disappearing like that is just as rational as my fear of zombies.

It’s nice to have the reassurance.

Monday, April 03, 2006

Music Makes You Lose Control

I love that I have lived in Boston for nine months and I still find new things I enjoy everyday. I wondered up to Davis square this week on my day off. The sun was shining; I had nothing to do, what could be better then get to know the area around my house? I was stoked when I wondered into a used CD store that up until a few weeks ago I didn’t know existed.

I love any music store. I’m not even a huge music buff, yet when I walk into a CD store I usually find 3-4 CD’s that I don’t think I can live without.

This particular CD store has cheap used CD’s. I got a Joni Mitchell CD for $4. Not only is it cheap but an indie feeling by having a British cashier. By the end of my song selection I had three CDs and was only down $18.