Standing Tall

The musings of a twenty something girl from the Midwest.

Monday, October 30, 2006

The Great Pumpkin Would be Sad

There are a few things that can only be done at the end of October: carving pumpkins, dressing up and demanding candy from your neighbors, and making and eating pumpkin seeds. Pumpkins seeds are something I look foreword to every year; they are as much of Halloween for me as the actual carving of the pumpkin. I remember when I was a kid going through the guts of the pumpkin and fishing out every last seed se we could savor their salty goodness well on into November.

This year Steve and I carved our pumpkins and I again had my seeds ready to be bronzed in the oven until they were ready for my consumption. I never remember how high to turn the oven so every year it’s a bit of an experiment- and this year the experiment went horribly wrong. All the seeds were a dark black and tasted awful. The cookie sheet of burned seeds was the saddest Halloween related thing I have seen in my life.

Sunday, October 29, 2006

The View

Steve and I had a quiet day today. We stayed home and ate eggs and toast. We haven’t had a day off together for awhile so we enjoyed having time together. Being that it was not all that remarkable I figured I would post some picture of when we did have a remarkable day a few weekends ago.

We finally went on a drive to see the leaves (called leaf peeping in New England) and also to pick apples.

All sorts of fall colors!

A whole lot of apples

I just finished eating the apples we picked after two helpings of apple crisp and trying to pawn off some apples at work.

Tuesday, October 24, 2006

I’m Not Crazy

Why is it whenever I have to take care of a patient who absolutely crazy I leave the hospital feeling like I’m the one who is nuts?

Friday, October 20, 2006

Five Reasons I Love My Landlord

1. When I moved in he let my dad park our U-Haul in the drive way (part of our lease stipulates we are not to use the drive way but he said “where am I going that I will need a car?”)

2. He’s a little old Italian man who speaks little to no English but still manages to say “hello, hello! Or, She come home!” every time I come home.

3. He sweeps snow off of our front patio.

4. The tobacco he smokes reminds me of my dad.

5. When I ask him to sign for important packages he says he can do it because“I’ve been signing my name for year.”

Monday, October 16, 2006


I just spent five minutes doing this and it felt good.

Sunday, October 15, 2006

So Adorable

Seriously people how cute is Steve’s cat?

Maybe part of his adorableness comes from knowing the cat and how nice he is, but I stil think this a pretty cute picture.

Saturday, October 14, 2006

That Sensual Healing

Yesterday I got my first massage. I’ve been wanting to have a massage for a long time and I decided that my back pain could wait no longer for relief. I walked up to Davis square and entered the “Amethyst Healing Center” to make an appointment.

The office was defiantly a hippie-new-wave center that also offered spiritual mind-body alignment, acupuncture, and chi gong. My masseuse was a middle age African American women who was wearing a flowing blue wrap as a shirt. She ushered me into her office, which had multiple butterfly mobiles hanging from the ceiling, new-age-rain-forest music was on, and there was dim lamps arranged around a large table with a towel on it. After a short interview I was naked on the table having my back worked on.

I paid $35 for thirty minutes of heaven. I could feel tension leaving my neck and back, my legs felt less stiff, and my arms were loose feeling. I left feeling refreshed and am waiting for my appointment for next week.

Friday, October 13, 2006

Dear Grandma

My New Years resolution this year was not to lose weight or to stop swearing, but instead to do something to make some one else a little more happy. My resolution was to mail my grandma a letter at least once a month. Grandma can’t hear my voice on the phone so to call her is pretty futile and I feel bad not communicating more with her.

Unfortunately this resolution, like most New Years resolutions, has fallen by the wayside. I figured for every month that I went home to visit this summer I didn’t have to write a card. That took care of June, July, and August (barely August, I came back to Boston August first). But Grandma moved to a nursing home and I didn’t have her address so September went by with no card for Grandma.

A few days ago I was wondering around the gift shop at work and noticed a large array of Halloween cards. I got one for both my Grandma and my Grandpa and have included pictures in them. I’m not saying this makes up for the missed months but I hope it will make them happy.

Tuesday, October 10, 2006

Hello Darkness My Old Friend

So it begins, the long months when I can go to work and come home and never seen the sun. I go to work and it’s dark out, the sun barely peeping over the sky line of Boston. I come home and the sun has set hours ago. It’s a depressing time and now I have seven months to look foreword to until I can frolic after work in the glory of day light.

Thursday, October 05, 2006


Steve and I went to King Richard’s Fair a few weeks ago. For people who do not live in New England, King Richard’s Fair is the renaissances festival for the good villagers of the New World. All sots of merriment was had. We saw a joust, juggling, and spent $10 for one glass of beer.

Our Brave and Noble Knight.

Steve can't even look at the camara becuase of the jousting that was occuring.

In the end we had a good day and I got to buy one of those head-flower-wreath-things.

Tuesday, October 03, 2006

Where To Go Now?

People always say “you can never go home again” but I never thought of this as a true saying. I always intended to go home again. Don’t get me wrong, Boston is a great place to be if you are young and have no dependents or always want to live like a college student, but I always saw myself raising my family in St. Louis Park. I wanted my kids to go to the same high school I went to and my dad went to.

Times have changed. Kids, no matter their ethnicity or religion, are being killed in their school. I never thought something like that could ever happen in the high school I went to. Luckily I have been right so far, but I think that this week has been a real wake up call for our country. Good job Mr. Laney.

Sunday, October 01, 2006

I’m Switching Shampoos

People always seem to think my hair is public property and so they can comment or touch it whenever they like. This is usually awkward as I don’t really like having strangers/crazy people touching any part of my body much less my hair. People on the T or bus have made many attempt or just asked to touch my hair; I never let them.

Today was the first time that some one sniffed my hair and then told me that I smelled nice.

I don’t know if I should be more or less weirded out by this