Too Weird Not To Post

Today I was walking to the T minding my own business when a man walked past me singing “Beautiful Boy” by John Lennon in a Kermit the Frog voice. “Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful squirrel!” he sang out. “Wait, not squirrel” he corrected, “girl?” he tried “no not girl, boy? What boy? oh boy!” He continued with some weird Muppet ‘who’s on first’ routine as he moved out of ear shot and I considered wearing ear buds to avoid interactions with people on the street.

One For My Homefish

R.I.P. Loyd


Oh Loyd

You were a good fish, you swam, you ate flecks of food we gave you, you floated in you tank. Loyd loved oxygen and food. He will be missed.

A World of Silence

Yesterday I turned on my computer to listen to some music while I was cleaning the house and my computer failed to make any noise at all. Just like that my computer has turned into a mute. Gone are the days of watching movies on my laptop. We have some good memories; watching the Gilmore Girls on the way to New York, watching the Big Labowski in a cabin that Steve and I rented for his birthday, or just sitting in my room watching a movie when the TV room was unavailable. I sit here and stare at the silent screen and begin to wonder if it’s time for me to get a new computer.

The Engagement

Steve and I had just visited my family when, a week later, we took a trip to Ohio to visit his family. The proximity of the two trips made people suspicious of us. Apparently multiple people had ideas that we had a big announcement to make. It never occurred to us that people would be thinking anything about our trips much less that we were making the trips to announce our engagement. A few of my friends and multiple members of Steve’s family will have to continue to be disappointed in our lack of eternal commitment to each other.

I never before have been asked if I was getting engaged. I always wondered when that question would start coming up. I guess it’s when you and you S.O. hit the one year mark.

Just When I Was Ready to Fly

I was sitting in a class at work on Friday morning when some of the people started to talk about the terrorist plot that was unfolding to blow up airplanes over the ocean. “Man, that is messed up” was about all the thought I put into it until later in the day when it hit me. In less then twenty four hours after the massive arrests were made in England involving airborne suicide bomber I would be boarding an aircraft to go to Ohio to visit Steve’s family with him.

It’s a surreal experience to sit in an airport at six in the morning watching CNN experts discuss how easy airplanes are for terrorists to use and how the world will probably continue to see terrorist plots involving aircrafts. I started to question how badly I wanted to go to Ohio. By that time it was too late, my bags were checked and I had already undergone multiple security sweeps. So I boarded the plane and I am now happy to say that the airlines are exactly the same as before; delayed flights and snippy gait agents. The only difference now is that a few more people get to look inside my purse before I get on a plane.

Another One Bites the Dust

As I have mentioned the previous post I was in Minnesota last week. While there I went to Aaron’s wedding.


The Happy couple
It’s weird that one of my best friends is married, but I’m happy for both him and his bride.

Meet the Parents

Steve had met my parents briefly when they came to visit Boston last winter but this last week was the real test. Steve and I visited Minnesota last week where Steve not only spent a lot of time with my family but also met most of my friends from college and high school.

I’ll admit that I was worried. Not that he wouldn’t get along with my family, but that he would find out something about me that would make him stop loving me. I made him promise to still love even if he found out how weird I actually was. After he had spent a few days with my family I asked him if he still loved me. He smiled, hugged me, and told me that finding out all of my mariaisms made him love me even more.

Better yet he seemed to really enjoy spending time with my family. So now I am a happy camper.