Three Is a Crowd

I spent last night at Steve’s house. I don’t usually stay at Steve’s house because it is difficult to get to without a car and also he has a cat that I’m allergic to. The problem with this allergy is I can’t help myself around cats, they are so darn cute. As soon as I get to his house Moose starts to purr and wants to be petted. I can’t refuse. Moose also sleeps on the bed with us. When I was growing up we never would let our dog up on any furniture so having the cat on the bed is a novelty for me.

This morning I woke up being spooned by Steve on one side and the cat on the other. The cat was practically on my face (which explains why my eyes are crusted over). Steve petted the cat for awhile while we were waking up. I rolled on to my back and Steve put his head on my shoulder, then Moose moved and put his head on my other shoulder. Steve and Moose were nose-to-nose. It was both adorable and sort of weird at the same time.

Sixty-Plus Years

As of late most of my friends from college are getting married or are engaged and will be married in the next few years. To me this is a weird concept to wrap my mind around. I can’t imagine feeling ready to say yes to spending the rest of my life with one person. The average American is living until their 80’s, this means that I will be with this person for almost 60 years. This is a very long time people! But people my age a feeling ready to make that commitment I will support them, and be in the wedding when asked.



Andrea was the first of my close friends to get married. I was in the wedding and had a good time. Everyone was happy and I wish her and Brian that happiness every day of their marriage.

Ultimate Sin

It’s been hot in the Boston area for the past week. Temperatures reaching up to the 90’s to be exact, and from my experience it will only be getting hotter as the summer comes. Adrianne and I both started our “cooling down” routine for the summer: cold showers, all windows open with fans ushering in any cool breeze available, and over all trying to do as little as possible. Then last weekend we said no more to all these techniques and marched to Home Depot and got two window air conditioners.

The cool air now fills our tiny apartment. When I walk home from work and enter the apartment instead of being knocked over by the sheer heat and humidity I take deep breaths of cool air, I sleep comfortably at night instead of waking up in a puddle of sweat. The luxury of AC is worth the raise in rent.

A Time to Cut

After being home for a weekend and seeing a lot of people who I haven’t seen for almost a year I realized the only thing that people seemed to be saying is “Wow, your hair is so long.” Now they won’t be saying that anymore.


Oh the Humanity!

I came home from Minneapolis on Monday and on Tuesday I had resolved to have Adrianne cut my hair down. It had become too much, too heavy, too long, too napy, and mostly too hot. I sat in our hot bathroom while Adrianne methodically moved around me cutting of chunks of my blond locks. There was plenty of hair on the ground. “Awww,” I said, “it’s like in Narnia when they cut Asland’s hair.” Luckily I was not met with a Christ like death but instead easy to manage hair and a great summer look.

Irony with a White Cane

Adrianne and I have both noticed the high frequency of blind people living near us. Walking to the T, the grocery store, or going for a run I usually pass someone who needs the sight assistance of a dog.

The idea of being blind terrifies me, I can only imagine living in a large city with streets constructed in the 1800’s would be a daily obstacle course. I get lost now and I have the use of my eyes to tell me where the heck I am.

Last week Steve and I were walking to his car when I looked across the street. A man and a woman were walking arm in arm and both of them clicking along with matching white sticks. “Oh my god,” I whispered to Steve, “look over there, it’s the blind leading the blind!” And it really was.

Hold On Here Folks

I had spent the weekend in Minnesota (pictures to come) and was flying home to Boston. My flight out of Minneapolis was running late and I was nervous of getting to my connection in Milwaukee. I ran to the gate a la Home Alone and was yelled at by the gate attendant to hurry up and get on. I spent the first five minutes worrying about my red suitcase being on the plane and then hunkered down with my ipod and book. Fifteen minutes later the captain came over the intercom.

“Hi there folks, uhhh, there is a light on up here we don’t like the look of…uhhh… and we are going to turn back to Milwaukee… so just hold on here and we’ll let you know as things develop.”

Twenty minutes in the air, twenty back and very quick de-boarding of the plane and we were back up in the air an hour and a half behind schedule. As a thank you for our understanding the airline gave all of us $25 vouchers for our next airline ticket purchase.

Twenty five dollars does not seem like much, but considering they could have not given anything at all I took it. One of the passengers behind me said “if they are giving us vouchers they must have really messed up and could have killed us.” With that in mind I can’t wait to buy another plane ticket.

Golden CD

If you are like me then none of your CD’s are in the right cases. When you want to take a CD out of the CD player you just put them in the case you are about to take a CD out of, or you just put it on top of the CD player until you get up enough energy to find the case and put the CD back in its home. Needless to say that before long you have no idea where any of the CD’s you are looking for are.

I thought I had lost my Sarah McLachlan CD my freshman year of college. I was slightly bummed but didn’t worry too much about it as it has now been five years and I have made no attempt to replace it. Then today while going through my CD’s to put some of my old tunes on to my ipod and discover them again I found Sarah. She was hiding behind Frank Sinatra Gold. Now I’m ready to rediscover two CD’s.