Blog Title: Reflection In My Irish Eyes

Whoa... Oops...

LOST IS ON ITS WAY!!!

PAH!

Hahahaha. Hahahaha. So, three of the five months I didn't blog, I was holding off because I didn't want to write about the guy in my life. I didn't want to jinx it.

I finally blogged about him 2 days ago.

We "broke up" yesterday.

Hahahaha the irony is just too good.

Here's the thing. It wasn't great. I was still holding onto it because well, I wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt. There were some serious flaws that I kept trying to ignore...offenses I tried to let go.

Then he came over last night and gave me a weird weird ultimatum. He said he really loved our relationship in every way...except physically. He just lost the physical connection. Not that I wasn't attractive, not that I was necessarily bad...just that he list interest. OK... what do I do with that? THEN, instead of manning up, he put it to ME to make the decision... did I want to still hang out and SEE if he "got it back" or did I want him to leave and never return. Last I checked, this was a decision for him to make himself. Which he had basically made. So anyway, the conversation went around in circles for far too long.

I thought back to Creative Writer and how I had had a similar issue. Keep him around as a friend or just cut all ties. I'm glad I kept him around as a friend... he was worth the difficulty of dealing with my own emotions. Yes, I ended up getting upset b/c he didn't come to my birthday party, and held that grudge a little too long, but it seems he's forgiving of me and that's wonderful. I hope he's happy in his life with his betrothed.

I thought to myself, "Oh Macoosh...you're sort of back here again." But I wasn't really. It gives the Creative Writer debacle an interesting perspective. CW and I couldn't have more than a friendship because his past came back. Not because he had any issues with me. This current situation is certainly more personal, isn't it?

Anyway, this guy finally said, "So do you want to just keep hanging out and see what happens?"
And not wanting to discuss it anymore, I said "Yes, as friends." To which he replied, "Well, snuggly friends." WTF?!

He left after that, but not before telling me to turn my cheek so he could kiss it... as if w/o him telling me to do so, I was going to try to make out with him.

I turned off the TV where Jon and Kate had been making me laugh and smile throughout the debacle, turned out the lights, and got under the covers. Wrote in my journal and worked out what I was thinking. This was ridiculous. There was no way I was putting myself through this.. especially whereas I had already been having my own doubts.

I fell asleep and slept the best I had in a while. The next morning, I woke up, went to work, and sent him a text (as much as I hate texting, I didn't want to call and chance having to talk to him). It simply said, "I'm not interested in just hanging out. It's not going to work. I'm going to have to walk away."

I spent the day working my ASS off because I had so much stuff to do, and intermittently emailing Jackie, The Loveliest Sue and Candygirl. They are fantastic and the perfect people to have around for moments like this. I am empowered by their greatness. Apparently, they sort of saw it coming too.

I still think the silliest part of all this is that I actually blogged about it the day before. I actually laughed about it during our drawn out conversation. He thought I was an idiot for thinking my blogging would affect the relationship. I didn't mean it did; I just thought it was fabulously ironic.

Sigh.

I don't even know that I'm upset. I mean, I liked having him around. There certainly were some great things about him. But the negatives were starting to outweigh the positives.

Well, back to the drawing board!!!!

Blondie.. I hope you're still in a good place with Marshall and for the first time, our lives don't mirror each other!

Until next time,
Macoosh:)
...damn it's good to be back.

I Look, And What Do I See???

It's been 5 months since my last post. That's certainly a long time. The other, more private blog did have a post or two, but then that was found (still don't know how) so I had to abandon it.

My last post here reflects my ongoing search for fulfillment and peace. Like all humans, I'm still on that journey. Much has changed... but much still remains uncharted.

I've missed my blog. Immensely. I've missed the creative outlet. I've missed the encouraging comments (you guys rock) and I've missed the joy of knowing I'll have a safe haven to go to each day. So, hopefully this post signifies my re-entry into the blogosphere.

As many of you know, I've still been keeping up with your blogs (though not commenting because my work blocks that ability and by the time i get home, I'm exhausted and Mattie won't get outta my way). But thanks to my Google homepage and feed reader, I've still been able to read your posts, and I've been loving them. We're all growing and continuing on our journeys.. and, as always, the fabulous Blondie and I are still completely in sync (more on that later).

Ironically, my last post was about my doubts in re-taking the teachers test. I'm taking a different part of it this coming weekend. I'm filled with doubt. I've never been a test taker and I am so worried I'll fail again and then give up on my dream of being a teacher. I'm trying to encourage myself and change my mindset so I don't mentally screw myself, but it's hard.

Speaking of doubt, the woman who first introduced that into my life called the other day... she wants me to direct the high school play again and this time, she'll hand it to me ca rte Blanche. So do I trust her? Fool me once (which she did), shame on her. Fool me twice (which she did) shame on me. Fool me a fourth time??? I'm an idiot. But, whether it's the love of teaching high school theatre, or the love of this group of kids, I keep wanting to go back. So I decided I'd write my own play for them and that way, there's no way she can interject her own idiotic opinion because, well, I'd be the playwright.

I'm having complete writers block. Apparently the only writing I can churn out is a blog post. Which is progress considering I haven't been able to do that in months.

Mattie is lying on my calves twitching happily in her sleep as I write this. She has been the greatest new blessing in my life this year. I've been able to nurture her from an unwanted, untrusting animal into a warm, people loving, lap cat. We've been through hell together and I almost lost her once due to a bad stitch job done by the vet, but she's alive, well, and happy. Knowing that I had something to do with her transformation... that my love led her to feel loved and able to trust is the most incredible thing.

Now, this untrusting animal needs that unconditional love. Ironically, I feel that from many sources. So why are there still trust issues? Why can't I break through this one wall?

There's a new person in my life. Well, there are many new people in my life... I've made some fabulous friends at work and I adore them very much. They are people I will know for a long time. But there's another new person in my life. One I've been waiting for for a long time. I told you before that Blondie and I are still in sync. Well, she's met a man, and so have I. She met hers the old fashioned way. I met mine on a journey through Chemistry.com. We went on our first date at the end of August and for some insane reason, this guy has stuck around for almost 3 months! He must be a crazy person.

There are "complications" (aren't there always...). However, the complications that there are are so wonderfully uncomplicated. He's following his heart into a completely new field and therefore, returning to school. He's in a crazy accelerated program and so time isn't something he has much of. I can't help but respect him for this journey he's on...following his heart...and so I have no problem patiently waiting. Even though we've managed to see each other often enough that this doesn't seem to be too bad of an issue. He keeps telling me he can't be around that much, but then he keeps being around that much. I swear it's not my fault. :)

A new thing for me is the self doubt. I find the self doubt suffocating. I always thought I was extremely confident, but I'm learning that my trust issues w/ men is starting to seep into self doubt as well. Once I was able to trust that he probably wasn't going anywhere for some dickhead reason (as some have in the past), I turned it inward, and started to conjure up all these excuses as to why he wouldn't want to be with me. I'm a pain in the ass. I'm overweight. I don't wear designer clothes. I don't have confidence in my taste in music (this stems from Chris and Katie always picking on me when I was younger)... I mean I've come up with some ludicrous stuff. Some of it has even invaded my mindspace enough to be vocalized... and he's taken it in stride. Even my out of control paranoia hasn't scared him off... so far. I don't know what to do with that. He's withstanding my self-sabotage. I'm impressed. This is soooo unchartered territory for me. It's scary. And thrilling. And scary.

Oh there's so much to update. I'm going to try to do so by email from work.. let's see how that comes out. Excuse the format on those posts if I do succeed.

But as for now, I'm back. Happily so. I've missed it here. This place is such a home to me.
-Macoosh:)

P.S. anyone know what the title of this post refers to? HINT: it's a song from an 80's cartoon movie...

Whoa, where'd the time go?!?!

How much has happened since I last stopped by to say hello! My friends from Ireland have arrived here in Boston for the summer and it's suddenly as if this last year never happened.

I took the teachers test and passed one part --- didn't pass another. The decision of whether to retake it is still pending.

Since not passing, work has been awful. I assume it's because I don't have a pending escape on the horizon. I'm hoping this changes soon b/c things aren't really that bad at this job and I really like the people I work with. Sigh.

I am officially my own business. I registered with the city as a small business... Irish Eyes Photography. So if you're in the area and want some photos taken, please call. I could use the money/experience/creative outlet.

I adore some of my friends immensely and spending time with them lately has been fantastic and they are my saviors.

All in all? Things are fine. There's an emptiness somewhere inside me and I don't know what it is but I'm trying desperately to find out what it is...which is why I haven't been around. I haven't been seeking out theatre or anything additional right now because I'm really trying to focus on the things in my life that need focusing on. I think I'm almost there...and when i fill that emptiness (with something other than food), I'll be able to set out on my next journey... it may just be a journey around town because I don't intend on running away again (see, progress!), but it'll be a journey none-the-less.

With nothing hugely exciting to post about (as you can see), I haven't felt the urge to torture you with boring thoughts on nothing. So, I haven't been around.

Thanks for all the emails and comments saying you want me to post again. You have no idea how touched I am that people enjoy my blog. I never would've thought it would be so well received.

It's possible that I might setup a different blog... one that's less known by people i know personally. If you want to know the address, please email me at macoosh at gmail dot com.
I don't know when I'll throw it online, but i think it's a necessary step b/c anything i would want to talk about on here, i don't want to talk about b/c of some of my readers.

My blog has always been a great place for me to work out decisions, frustrations, etc...that's one of the wonderful things about it. But lately I've felt censored and I don't want that anymore.

Yes, I think it's time for a new blog. Email me.

Manhattan Bound

On my way to Manhattan for a very short weekend w/ my sister (xmas/birthday present to her). Can't wait to see some friends! Wish I could see more of them!!!!

Once again, I'll be back in Manhattan while the Red Sox kick Yankee butt!

Until we return...

-Macoosh:)

p.s. My sister gets her MTEL results today.... remember that teacher's test that I'll be taking in a month? Well she took hers last month and gets the results like...now... so think good thoughts!

Best. Photo. Ever.

Just So Ya Know....

This commercial cracks my shit up every time it's on TV. I dunno why really, it's not incredibly funny. But I laugh out loud every. time.

Registration for a Change

Usually any time there's a change in my life, it's because I've run to it.... running away from the mundane and throwing myself into a new situation causing drastic changes all around. I've done it over and over, and as you all know, now I'm trying to change all that (ironically) and be more grounded... less apt to run.

Over the past 6 months or so, I think I've achieved that. I'm settled into a great apartment, my family is nearby and I'm around to be there for any ups and downs. I get to spend time with my fabulous cousins and have them come over to my place and teach them how to cook, or bake, or whatever. I love knowing that I'm not going to miss out on any more of their lives.

The biggest grounding factor though, is my darling cat, Mattie. She was the cat no one wanted. Vicious, unpredictable, and, very sick. After Fostering her and nursing her back to health so that she could be spayed and adopted, I adopted her. And then she exploded.

I wish I was kidding, but no. She literally exploded. Her spay went awry and I had to rush her to the vet ER at 3am where they kept her for a few days and fixed their error. She came home, we followed a strict routine of meds, antibiotics, and warm compresses, until 2 weeks later, she was de-stitched and de-coned (i hate those damn cones!). She's all better and she is the loveliest cat. She has been lovely to me since about 3 weeks into her coming to my house, but now she's settled... trusting... at home.

She echoes my life quite well, actually.

Each day, I can't wait to come home and spend time with her after work. And it's clear she's thinking the same because she's always waiting by the door for my arrival. She never tries to leave the apartment if the door is open, and she even likes belly rubs! The cat who hated everyone lets me rub her belly! It's pretty incredible.

But anyway, I digress.

Things are all good, here in Macoosh land. But mundane. I go to work, come home, cuddle with Mattie while I watch the latest Netflix DVD, and go to bed. Weekends I hang out with my friends (like the fabulous Jackie...who's doing better at keeping the blog alive...). And then I do it all over again. For a while, I had nights taken up by the high school competition play. That ended about a month ago.

So why am I suddenly posting? Why, after all this time of nothing interesting to post, am I posting? Is it about my cat? No. Is it about hitting the lotto? No.

I just registered to take the Massachusetts Teachers Test so I can get licenced to teach Theatre in Mass Schools. My job isn't bad but I once again, I can't imagine doing it forever. It's just too stifling. I love the people I work with, and it's a good company to work for, but it's just not creative enough for me.

So who knows. I could fail. But I could also pass. May 10th will open a whole new door.

After all, it's a step in the right direction. It's a step in the right direction. After all.

Hope everyone's good.
Till next time.
-Macoosh:)

Oh, and by the way, Juan Carlos the Puerto Rican Sex Machine is GONE! Enter Sawyer....my incredibly sexy 2004 silver Jeep Liberty. I think I'm in love.

Oh, and by the way (again), as you'll see from the lovely photo above of my BFF and I at the Southie St. Paddy's Day Parade, I chopped my hair off. And I luuuuurve it.

Intervention

2007 - Year in Review....

Your favorite posts (based on # of comments):

Tied for 8th place:

The Story of my Love Life... All the Sordid Details
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The Full Summation of my Life on an Irish College Campus...
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Love Being Curvy
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7th Place:

I Dreamt of Angela Lansbury
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Tied for 6th Place:

My First Time At Brittas Bay
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Another One Bit the Dust
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5th Place:

I Thought I Was Right About This One...
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Tied for 4th Place:

The Boob Post
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Never Play Piano Again
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I'll Never Say it Like a Normal Person
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3rd Place:

Musical Theatre Genius
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2nd Place:

No Football Wedding for this Lassie
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And finally, your favorite post of the year was....
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Self Realization Can Be A Trip
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And, while most of those were also my favorites, I also enjoyed learning about what the Irish think of America, freaking out about my hair loss...twice...dabbling in poetry...having a moment for my brother...doubts...growing up and the meaning of dishtowels...remembering my life as a mermaid, drooling over Irish firefighters, and St. Patrick's Day Parade....in DUBLIN! I relish on the excitement of finding an unexpected flower, the magic of a trip around Ireland with a dear old friend, and a moment in time on the Black Rock. There were moments of fabulous theatre and then moments of horrifying 12 year old roomates. There was the glory of my family finally coming to Ireland and the desperation of getting no housing for my second year. I loved having an uber talented guest blogger. I absolutely hated saying goodbye....even if I did enjoy arriving home. I loved the kinship I feel with my fellow bloggers...especially my dear Blondie. All the trouble was worth it when I got my New England Fall....and when I got to go back to NYC and wink at the Chrysler Building. It was wonderful to feel like I am almost there...wherever there is. There were also fun moments....a blast at Halloween, a popular recipe...

And then there were the posts that point toward the future....my new job....and my dear new cat.

It's been an insane year. So much has happened. It's amazing. I love what I've gone through.

Thank you for being there with me through every moment. Sharing them with you made them all the better.

As for 2008, I resolute to do nothing different...just see where the wind takes me. I'm not going to be as committed to this blog....mostly due to time constraints.... I have a slew of auditions coming up and if I'm rehearsing/performing at night and working during the day, there'll be little time to write. But I'm not gone completely....so add me to your feed readers and wait patiently for me to pop in every so often. Of course, I'll still read yours as I do everyday...perhaps without commenting, but I'll read non-the-less.

I hope 2008 is wonderful for each and every one of you. Make it great!
Much love,
Macoosh:)

Ladies and Gentleman, Meet MATTIE

A Very Horny Irishman

Where have I been this past week? Well, besides shopping for that little holiday around the corner, sending out cards, wrapping presents, and braving lots of snow, I've been desperately trying to bond with my cat, Murphy.

Rewind a week or so...Rosie the cat was not meant to be. The shelter wasn't great and they never got back to my family so, long story short, we had to look elsewhere. Katie brought me to my hometown's shelter and I met Jason...the male tuxedo cat. He was quite friendly and he was extra loving because he spent a lot of time alone; he has very low Feline virus, which means he can only be around cats that also have it. So at the shelter he had to be in his own room and everything. Needless to say, I adored him and signed up to be his owner.

A few visits to Petsmart, a home visit by the shelter, and one treacherous snow storm later, I brought him home. This was Thursday.

It's Sunday night, and tomorrow I have to bring him back.

Since he came home, I've had to bring him back to the shelter once, banish him to the living room at night, pull him off of me about 4,000 times, and make the sad tearful decision that this isn't meant to be.

Because he won't stop humping me.

He's fixed. And yet he humps me every. chance. he. gets. And, he's not only humping...no...he gets very....valid...erections as well. He gets violent when it happens and then when i pull him off, he sits on the floor, throws a leg in the air, and...well, finishes himself off.

I've talked to the shelter and researched it....it's behavioral and there's really no way to stop it. It'd be one thing if he was only doing it every so often. But, it's all the time. ALL THE TIME. The shelter wants me to bring him back tomorrow so they can monitor him and have their vet look at him (they also think he has a urinary tract infection). They never saw him do this at the shelter.

Uhhhhh. I'm really bummed. He's a lovely cat otherwise; right now he's curled in a ball asleep...but that's only because I had to pull him off me so many times he went and humped a pillow. All he's missing is a post coital cigarette. But even the shelter said, there's nothing really we can do; it's behavioral and it's beginning to become ridiculous.

So will I get another cat? I think so. I still really want a dog, but there's no way that's happening. Maybe I should just wait it out. But it's been really nice having a pet around when he's not being a hornball. No matter what, if I get another cat, it'll be a girl.

I just hate having to take him back after he's gotten used to having a home again. When I took him back the other day, he was not a happy boy.

This whole situation is not good. I don't know what I should do.

Anyway, that's where I've been. I haven't even read anyone's blogs so I'm sorry I'm not around. But like Blondie said, I shouldn't apologize; it's the busiest season ever! We're all too busy to blog....which is a good thing....means we're living more of life!
I gotta go. It's late and I have to go back to work tomorrow after a long weekend.
Night!
-Macoosh

There Once Was A Macoosh With A Kick Ass Sister

You've all followed the saga. I want a pet. I wanted a dog so that I might exercise more, and dogs can go places, but I also wanted a cat. I just didn't write about that as much b/c everyone else in my family hates cats so I always hinted about dogs b/c I thought they'd be more OK with that.

So, yesterday, I'm running errands. I had been given a FREE couch and arm chair and wanted to get slipcovers (My apartment has finally come together 100%....except my hdtv that I want to get after xmas). I went EVERYWHERE and you know how this Irish Lassie HATES shopping. So, I was starting to get moody. It was cold. About to snow. I had a headache and a backache from carrying couches and armchairs the day before.

Finally, at Bed Bath and Beyond, I found my slipcovers. But I hadn't intended to go there so I didn't have my coupons w/ me. I went home and got my coupons and had my mother come with me so we could use both. My sister decided to come along. Which i thought was weird....what 19 year old in her right mind wants to go along to buy SLIPCOVERS?! I mean, i didn't even want to go. Haha.

But anyway, off we went.

With slipcovers bought, we went to the other side of the huge strip mall to the Borders and Petsmart area. Katie said she had to get flea stuff for her dog so we went into Petsmart. They looked for flea stuff and I walked around looking for accessories I could buy for my imaginary pet.

I mosey over to the adoption center. A local shelter uses a part of Petsmart to show some of their cats. I look at the 9 or so cats that are there and they're all adorable. All variations of greys and blacks and whites. But then, in the corner, she catches my eye. I found myself exclaiming to no one in particular..."oh my god look at this one!!!" She was sleeping, rolled in a ball....a 6 year old calico cat. I leaned against the glass to get a closer look; I just wanted to see her face. But I couldn't. What I did see, was her name.

Her name was Rosie.

For those of you who don't know why this is important, I have a huge connection with this name which is a blog post for an all together different time. For those of you who are Jason B. Schmidt, you've just let out an interested gasp. Haha.

So I then exclaim, "oh my god, her name is Rosie!!!" This makes my mother and sister walk over to the area and take a look. My mother opens the door to walk into the area, and we all squeeze in to get a better look. Suddenly Rosie stretches out and opens her eyes. She catches my eye and stares at me. She stands up and leans against the cage door to let me pet her. And she was amazing. I just fell in love.

Katie asked me if I liked her. I said I loved everything about her though her hair was slightly long....and I wondered if that would make me allergic. But that it wouldn't be a problem because I would still be a freak about being clean so her hair wouldn't get TOO out of control. Now of course, this conversation is all hypothetical. So I think.

Katie asked me if I liked any of the other cats. I said they were all adorable but Rosie just stood out....not to mention her name was Rosie. And Katie said....

"Good. Because I applied to adopt her for you yesterday."

GLEE!!!! It was the best surprise. I was so excited. Finally some companionship for those lonely nights at home. Someone to take care of. I was ecstatic. I have the best sister. A sister who, not only convinced my parents to allow me to have a pet after a weird resistance to it, but who is so amazing, she was able to pick out the exact right pet for me. She is the best. The BEST.

Now we just have to wait for the application to be approved and she's ours....hopefully. I'm desperate to hear the OK because I want to see her again.

We went home that night, had a wonderful dinner cooked by mum, and then I sat ironing my slipcovers. As the Christmas radio station played, the iron hissed, and visions of catnip danced in my head, I noticed something.

It was snowing.

And it was at that moment that I realized all the different unique flakes of my life were weightlessly falling into place. My life was like an untouched world of fallen snow. It won't always remain so perfect and ethereally beautiful but at least in the moment that it was, I was able to appreciate it. And also able to appreciate that, no matter how grimy the snowy slush gets in life, no matter how many cars and plows ruin its beauty, it will always snow again.

Happy winter, everyone.
-macoosh:)

427 Reasons Why I Haven't Blogged

1. Still getting used to my work schedule.

2. Training at work has my head done in. By the time I get home, I can't even try to think about a good blog post.

3. Nothing interesting has been going on for me to blog about.

4. When I finally thought I could sit down and blog, I sliced the tip of my pinky finger off while cutting a tomato so it's been a pain in the...well, pinky finger... to type. Yes I am that klutzy. Yes it was the same hand I mangled years ago. I swear I should just lop it off and walk around w/ a stump.

5. Hm, I guess I don't have 427 reasons; only 4. And they're all lame.

What I COULD'VE blogged about is Thanksgiving. Dinner was wicked yummy but the finale...mum's turkey soup....was not to be enjoyed. Something happened and the ENTIRE VAT was bad. I could've cried. Luckily my dad got 2 free turkeys from his 2 jobs so maybe we'll have another turkey dinner and soup soon.

Thanksgiving night we saw Enchanted and August Rush. I loved Enchanted and basically hated August Rush. The plot left something to be desired and the editing was shamefully bad. I loved the cast though; the performances were excellent. Enchanted was fantastic and I highly recommend it.

The Friday after Thanksgiving I helped my Godmother w/ a slideshow she was making for her brother's birthday and then Mum, Katie and I went and saw White Christmas....it's been made into a staged musical based on the movie. It was excellent. I got lost in it. I love getting lost in a show. I loved it.

Saturday I put up my Christmas decorations and then Saturday night went to the surprise birthday party for my Godmother's brother. It was a great night; got to spend it w/ My Little Pony and Mr. Little Pony....poor things I think I talked their ears off. But it was a great night.

Sunday was the day of rest. I finished decorating and just relaxed. Phew! Now if only I had had some soup to cuddle up with. :)

Monday it was back to work. Yesterday I met w/ a financial advisor (who happens to be a childhood friend and I'm thrilled to have reconnected) so hopefully I can get my finances in order and never have to worry about them again. Damn finances.

That brings us to today. Nothing interesting happened today...hahah only I had another awkward "my brother is dead" moment....

coworker: who was at your thanksgiving?
me: my immediate family and my uncle. it was very small this year; my other uncle and his family were in Disney so our usual guests weren't there.'
coworker: was it just you or do you have siblings?
me: i have a sister Katie so she was there. and my brother is dead so, haha, he wasn't there.
coworker: .......

I really just shouldn't be allowed to speak.

so yea, that's EVERYTHING remotely interesting about my week. So you can see why I haven't blogged. If that had been stretched out into a bunch of posts, you'd have stopped reading! Hopefully something interesting will happen soon...or work will start to have a regular flow to it and I'll be more interested in blogging when I get home. For now, it's still heavy training and zonked out evenings. I haven't even been reading blogs, really. Which, isn't too bad, because it seems I'm not the only one uninspired. Most of my favorite writers haven't been posting. I think it's the season and the busy-ness it brings. I haven't even started shopping yet....oy....

OK I have to go make dinner. I can't look at a computer screen any longer.
Wish me interestings happenings so I can post more often!!!
-Macoosh:)

Who Am I, Anyway...Am I My Resume...

I can't write about work on here b/c I handle some pretty intense stuff and if anyone found out I wrote about it here, I'd get Dooced, so as highly entertaining and interesting as my job is, I can't talk about it here. Which blows.

And, since that's all I've been up to lately, I haven't been posting because, well, you'd just get a bunch of blank non-posts. So, yea. My job right now is who I am....so I have nothing to write about!

You see, I don't get my first paycheck till Nov. 30th. So I've been trying desperately not to spend money since my last paycheck from the law office. Which wasn't a lot b/c it was only a week's worth. Soooo, I've been coming home after work, making sure not to drive anywhere else so I don't use up gas, making dinner, and watching tv or putzing around the apartment. If I come near the laptop, I am tempted to start internet-xmas-shopping and I need to be good.

So, I'm avoiding temptation.

The good news is, Thanksgiving is this week. Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday. I love everything about it. I'm sort of bummed we don't have more guests coming over, but at least we'll have the immediate family around for some yummy turkey. And, with the lack of guests and the diets my family is on, you know what that means? MORE FOR ME!!! Remember, I have two Thanksgivings worth of Thanksgiving to eat up. Hehehe. My mother makes THE BEST TURKEY in the world. Seriously. The world.

It snowed today. For a good hour or two. It was gorgeous. I haven't seen snow in two years. I did everything I could not to stare out the window. I can't wait for a good weekend blizzard where we can all stay in and only go out to traipse to a good sledding spot. I love snow. Snow and Thanksgiving in one week! Yippeeee!!! New job, snow, and thanksgiving in two weeks!!! WAHHOOOO!!!! Looks like my good karma is catching up to me. :)

It's time for me to organize my Christmas shopping list. Thankfully, many of my friends and I have decided to nix the gift giving this year. I'm sort of bummed because I love giving (and getting) gifts. But I just seriously cannot afford it this year. So, family and close friends only.

What do I want for Christmas? a puppy. Or at least permission to get one on my own.

I also would like to watch this commercial over and over and over because it cracks me up:

You're STILL Sad?

Well, how's THIS??!?!?!

Since You're All So Sad....

....that I can't access email at work, I will give you this to make you happy.....

Duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuude......

I can't access gmail at work. I can't access blogger at work. I can't access ALOT at work.



Duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuude.

New Company

I started my new job at New Company this week and so far things are great. I'm really liking the job and the people are wonderful, so I'm thrilled. I'm EXHAUSTED from training and the abundance of new information in my brain, but it's good.

The sad thing is, so far I haven't had any time to get online and do my daily online-ness. I haven't checked ANY blogs, I barely read my email, it BLOWS. I'm hoping when things settle and I get into my own groove, I'll have a moment or two to stop by your blogs and say hi. Or, at the very least, I'll be able to come home and enjoy my online-ness. This evening and yesterday evening, I just went into a full-brain induced coma.

But I wanted to jump on here and tell you that it's going well and I'm still really excited. I also wanted to tell you all that I am trying to read your blogs but I don't have the time/brain power to comment. So, to all my avid readers/fav. blogs...I'm still here and reading, just maybe not as vocally. And to all the new blogs I've discovered in the last few weeks, I haven't stopped reading; I'll be back with comments galore once things settle down!

How is your week going? Did you do anything special for Veteran's Day? Maybe salute a flag? Or a veteran?

I'm off to bed. I'm zonked.
-Macoosh:)

Freaks AND Geeks

My boyfriend, Netflix, sent me a wonderful new thing: Freaks and Geeks. On DVD. In all its glory.

I had remembered wanting to watch this show when it was on but had a scheduling conflict or something. Looking back, it has some of my favorite Hollywood talent involved; Seth Rogen (oh how I LOOOOVE him), Judd Apatow as producer...and the rest of the cast is just brilliant.

I am just all about this show. It's freaking hysterical. To the point where I found myself pausing to get a drink and found myself giggling on the way to the fridge. If you haven't seen this show, RENT IT. Call up your boyfriend Netflix (I hear he gets around), and make him send it to you. It's just fabulous.

Some of my favorite moments...

Kim Kelly: You guys, I killed Millie's dog.
Ken Miller: Like, with your bare hands?
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Harold Weir: That Kim Kelly is a bad banana.
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Nick Andopolis: I'm gonna be a Deejay, man. [beat]
Nick Andopolis: And maybe a lumberjack
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Sam Weir: What's non-alcoholic beer?
Bill Haverchuck: It's just like beer, it just doesn't have that ingredient that makes you drunk. Neal Schweiber: ...Alcohol?
Bill Haverchuck: Yeah.
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Neal Schweiber: Friday night, always a good night for some Sabbath. [Lindsay looks at him] Neal Schweiber: ... 'cause, you know, Friday? is the the Sabbath... for the Jews.
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Sam Weir: What am I gonna say to Cindy?
Bill Haverchuck: Don't say anything. Be dominant. It's all, all about dominance. I saw this monkey show on PBS, if you talk to her first, it's a sign of weakness and she will not pick you to be her mate.
Sam Weir: Are you drunk?
Bill Haverchuck: I think so, yes I am.
Sam Weir: Aw, man, go into my room, lock the door, and don't drink any more.
Bill Haverchuck: [after Sam leaves] That's very dominant.
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Sam Weir: We're not adults. We're kids until we turn 18.
Neal Schweiber: Maybe you are, but when I hit 13, I became a man.
Bill Haverchuck: That's only in your temple, Neil, not in the real world.
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Alan White: [on Halloween, Bill is in costume] Shut up, you little girl.
Bill Haverchuck: I'm not a little girl, I'm a bionic woman.
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Bill Haverchuck: You cut me off mid-funk!
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Sam Weir: You look a little bit like my grandpa.
Bill Haverchuck: Oh, is your grandpa super cool?
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Kevin Handleman: Beer here!
Millie Kentner: No thanks. I prefer to get high on life.
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Jeff Rosso: I. Have. Herpes. It doesn't hurt that much, but believe me, you don't want it. Lindsay Weir: Can I please go now?
Jeff Rosso: I just blew your mind, didn't I.

So yea, seriously, rent it. I promise you some good moments. Martin Starr as Bill Haverchuck is by far my favorite character. Everything he says absolutely cracks me up (you might remember him as the incredibly high friend of Seth Rogen's in Knocked Up...the one w/ the Asian girlfriend).

-Macoosh:)

The Boob Post.

Boobs
-Act 1, Scene 1.

(Macoosh enters sandwich shop. She is wearing business casual clothing. A white tee-shirt with a button up men's shirt over it. The shirt is, of course, buttoned up. She approaches the counter. At the same time, the Drooler move from the oven area toward the counter.)

Drooler (literally drooling, and staring at Macoosh's boobs): ugnh.

Macoosh (laughing a little): Ummmm...I ordered a chicken parm sub...

Drooler (still not moving his eyes away): ugnh.

(After a moment, the Drooler finally moves toward oven and grabs sub. All whilst not removing his eyes from Macoosh's breasts. He gives her the sub, she pays, he gives her the change. Macoosh laughs out loud in his face at this ludicrous exchange. She leaves.)

Drooler (after her): Ugnh....!

End Scene.

Here's the thing. I don't mind it. I'm not offended. I just think it's really silly. I mean, I wasn't even putting them out there; they were relatively hidden in a man's over sized button-up shirt!

So what is it?

Honestly, it doesn't bother me. It cracks me up. Once, at a camera store in Dublin, this man next to me was staring right down my shirt (and this time they were a bit more obvious) and instead of getting offended, I just leaned over to him and whispered, "I know, they're good, aren't they??" The store worker erupted into a fit of laughter and the ogler just looked away ashamed that he was caught in the act. I thought it was hysterical and took it as a compliment.

But I just don't get what it is. I know I'm not the first woman to have said this. But maybe some of you male readers can lend an opinion. I mean, even gay guys love a good set of boobs. Is it because they're comfortable to lay on and you're tired? Is it because they're a prominent sexual organ? Is it because they're funny? I don't mind if you keep ogling at them, but just out of curiosity, what is it?

Just wondering.

-Macoosh:)

I Can't. Stop. Laughing.

I really wish I saw this. You have no idea...


Cow plunges off cliff onto moving minivan

SPOKANE, Washington (Reuters) - A cow plunged from a 200-foot (61-metre) cliff onto the hood of a minivan on a highway in central Washington state, according to police.
The car's occupants, Charles and Linda Everson, were not hurt in Sunday's accident, but the cow was euthanized at the scene.
"If the cow had fallen a split second later, the animal would have landed right in their laps," said Jeff Middleton, criminal deputy of the Chelan County Sheriff's Department.
Middleton estimated the animal weighed 600 lbs (272 kilograms), or the average size of a mature cow. It had been missing for two days and wandered 5 miles from home near the popular Lake Chelan tourist area.
(Reporting by Megan Cooley)

To Vote or Not To Vote...What's Better?

OK. I've got an interesting topic here today, people. At least, I think it is. I'm really interested in hearing your comments so please make sure to add your two cents.

SO, yesterday we voted for a new Mayor in Weymouth. We also voted for a bunch of other things, but I'll get to that in a minute. My mother kept telling me I HAD to vote....a point I very much agreed with. I believe very much that we should all vote. It's an important thing and it's something many Americans take advantage of. So, yes. Vote.

BUT. Now this is where it's interesting. SHOULD YOU PLACE AN UNEDUCATED VOTE?

As you all well know, I've been all over the place these past few months and so flicking on channel 11 (our local channel) and watching the boring Town Hall meetings was not something that was top on my list. I don't read the newspaper or watch the news (I know, I know, deal with it...I hate it and I don't care if that makes me an idiot). I read through local news on a website every day to make sure I know all the important stuff, and I read worldwide news on various websites throughout the day. So I'm not completely in the dark. But, I digress.

I knew nothing about the candidates. I told my mum I was uncomfortable voting this time around because I knew NOTHING. All I knew about ONE of the candidates was that she was blond. Awesome. My mother then proceeded to tell me why I should vote for Mrs. Blond. She was the one out of the two candidates that was going to bring about any change and change is was Weymouth needs desperately. Also, this woman grew up in the same hometown as us. And, of course, she is a woman.

The next day, voting day, I went online and did AS MUCH research on the two candidates that I could...not coming up with much. I learned the hometown of both candidates, I learned that one was male and one female (obviously), and I learned that my mother was right; one was going to change things and one wasn't.

But the problem is, I don't know if Weymouth DOES need change. It seems fine to me. We don't have drug addicts lying on every street corner having sex with hookers and dogs. We don't have horrifying roads that need to be fixed....if one is really bad it gets fixed. We have an excellent EXCELLENT school system and great teachers in it. From what I can tell, Weymouth does OK.

So, on my way home, I debated actually voting. I was really not happy with the lack of information I knew on each candidate. It was at my street that I was either going to take a left or a right...a left to go home and not vote (something that wasn't appetizing) or a right to vote without full knowledge of what I was voting for (something even less appetizing). BUT, the MTV generation in me took a right and I rocked the vote. Maybe it was Soft Rock because it wasn't an educated vote, but rock it I did, none-the-less.

But when I got there, I had spent so much time trying to learning about the mayoral candidates, I had no idea WHO THE HELL the eight or so people were running for District Council (or something like that). I had to choose 5. So what did I do? Oh you're all going to be soooo proud.... first, I chose the woman (there was only 1). Then, I chose (I'm actually really ashamed) the people with Irish names. I racially profiled the District Council candidates. HIDEOUS. I had no idea what to do. I didn't know if I was allowed to NOT VOTE for that part of the ballot, or what.... it was a different setup than i was used to. So I chose the Irish ones from different parts of the town so all areas were covered. Way. To. Go.

I left feeling ashamed. Like I had cheated on a test....a BIG test...a test that was going to affect me and those around me.

So, what's better? Voting without knowledge or not voting at all?

I think, after my sickened reaction yesterday, I might have to go with the latter.

What do you think?

Weekend in Review

Friday night I stopped by Bed, Bath and Beyond while The Loveliest Sue went into Babies 'R' Us. I couldn't go in with her for fear of my clock turning into a bomb and exploding inside me all over adorable babyness. So instead, I looked for bedding.

I found a great bedding set on clearance for $119.00. It was ALMOST exactly what I wanted, only the smaller stripes were a brick-red color instead of navy blue. I figured I'd wait and still check out the sale at JCPenney tomorrow w/ My Little Pony. So I went home and did some clearing out of my big closet...finally got my suitcases up in the attic and out of sight. I had some dinner and then by the time I was done getting stuff done, I went to bed.

The next morning, Little Pony and I met at my house at 8 AM (ew) and headed to JCPenney. They had crap for bedding. But I did find a nice bathrobe on sale for really cheap. Hooray

We decided to stay and check out the bedding at other department stores but...they didn't open till 10! It was only like, 8:30! So we headed over to Walmart and putzed around. I bought some xmas stuff and some home stuff and by the time we were done, some more stores had opened. We were still waiting on Macy's to open, so we went into some other places. When Macy's finally did open, we found nothing AND when Little Pony found a possible xmas present for her hubby, NO sales person paid attention to us for us to check it out. So Macy's sucked

Anyway. We decided to drive down toward the Cape and went to another Mall. I checked out Linen's and Things and still found no bedding I really liked. So, I considered a down comforter and a duvet cover. I loooove down comforters. So I decided to check out Target one last time since it was next door and if I found nothing there, would go back and get the down comforter. Target had nothing either. Nothing that matched my room anyway. There were plenty of sets I liked but either didn't match my room or didn't match my wallet. So I had to keep looking

I decided I would probably go back and get the down comforter but would wait till the next day b/c there might be a coupon in the Sunday paper. We went home...braving the scary scary wind and rain (thanks, hurricane!) and I talked it over w/ my mum. She said there'd be no better deal than the one I found at Bed Bath and Beyond and so I went BACK out in the storm and bought it. I also bought an ironing board. Nice.

Then I had to brave the storm at Stop and Shop to get mum milk and coffee filters.

I finally got home around 5pm. I had spent 9 hours shopping. I HATE shopping. HATE it. So this was an intense day for me. Luckily Little Pony and I get along so well and have the same shopping technique otherwise I seriously would've had a panic attack. Seriously, I'm not kidding. My mother used to take me shopping with her all the time and spending 10 hours in ONE store is not unusual for her. No, seriously, I'm not kidding. It's scary. Really really scary. And so I now have mini panic attacks in malls and department stores. I get afraid I won't be able to leave whenever I want and I'll be trapped there forever. I've had nightmares.

The funniest thing is, I could've just bought the damn set the night before and then done nothing all day Saturday. Hahah, oh well, at least I had a fun day with Little Pony. AND, in the end, I have this: