Dear four people who read my blog,
It’s been a while since I’ve posted. I was doing such a good job last week! I guess that’s what happens when I’m busy. Not frantic/panic busy, just occupied.
So here are all the topics I considered writing about this week:
the Lady Literates Book Club
sub topic David Sedaris
My future Niephew
More bicycle Adventures
Fav music videos OF ALL TIME!!!!
Who knows maybe one of these posts will come to fruition soon
Happy almost 4th of July. I put a lot of thought in how to best honor this holiday. The first idea – who’s the hottest President (FDR obviously). But that’s a boring topic. Then I thought, how about the best patriotic songs. Then I realized there are no good patriot songs.
So, instead, I’ll write about my trip to Boston to visit Tori in April. Boston is the land of our fore fathers – Home of the Revolution and all that jazz. I like Boston.
The best part of the trip (besides hanging out with T) would probably have to be the Freedom Trail. No one loves the Freedom Trail like we did. To do the Trail right, we decided it is a necessity to get the official Trail Manual.
This is the beginning of the trail. That red line was magical. You just follow that red line all around downtown Boston. it’s like a historical yellow brick road. I was pretty persistent that we always walk on the magical red line.
This photo is my favorite. Let me play it all out for you.
Tori: That’s the state building
Me: Oh that’s the one from The Departed right. You know where the rat crawls across the ceiling.
Tori: Yeah that’s it.
Me: We’ve gotta take a picture. Be a rat
Then Tori did that picture. AMAZING. Pure photo gold! I should warn you no photo will be better then this one so I understand if you don’t want to keep reading.
Ok, but these next ones are really interesting.
This church is the first public place where “My Country Tis of Thee.” Interesting huh.
Tori is a gifted singer. Here I make her sing “My Country Tis of Thee” to all around us. I’m a good friend.
That’s all you get for now. Stay tuned for more founding father/Boston/awkward photo ops!
Since everyone enjoyed my bicycle humiliation story so much, I thought that I would share my most recent humiliation.
I have found that O’malia’s Grocery is the place to be after work. It is full of young professionals. Everyone is carrying their canvas bags, listening to their ipods, and wearing their trendy professional garb. It’s a pretty enjoyable experience all around.
Today I had to pick up a few things for a dinner on Thursday. I was cruising down the dairy aisle smiling at the cute guy while picking out cheese. I’m then heading to the vegetable row. I decide to take the canned bean aisle to get there.
Oh no, there’s another shopper occupying the row. This is probably a good time to note that O’Malia’s has these new crazy carts. See picture below to fully understand.
Note how the bottom is larger than the top.
Well, I’m trying to avoid hitting the other aisle occupant. In doing so, I crash the bottom of my cart into a Baco Display.
CRASH
Bacos go flying.
Me: “Oh Crap.”
Aisle occupant on cell phone: “I’m going to have to call you back, some girl just knocked over a display and needs some help.”
Luckily the Bacos came in a plastic container. With the help of cell phone girl, I got them all put back where they belong.
Now, one would expect me to be all embarrassed by the incident. Too bad this is all too frequent occurrence for me. Ok, so maybe I haven’t exactly dumped a display of Bacos before, but I do embarrass myself a lot.
Here’s another example of my grace and elegance. The YMCA has a wall of treadmills that face out onto the street. I’m rocking out on the treadmill. I’m “running” (and by running I mean panting and hyperventilating) with my ipod tuned to Work Out Mix. Kelly Clarkson’s Since You’ve Been Gone has my arms pumping. On one such arm swing, my arm crosses my headphone cord. This sends my ipod all the way across the room. Lucky for me THERE ARE people on the treadmill next to me so this doesn’t go unnoticed. This completely frazzles me. I can’t figure out what to do. The belt is still spinning at 6 level.
Just imagine me flailing on the treadmill. I’m trying to turn around and locate my ipod. FINALLY, I get it together enough to press the STOP button. I slide off the back of the treadmill. I know that sounds gracefull, but trust me it wasn’t. It was more like a 3 Stooges skit.
My ipod landed next to stationary bike some else is riding. I can’t get my hand under the peddles. The guy won’t stop peddling so I could safely grab it. Finally, like the ninja I am, my cat like hands grab it. I decide my work out is done and out the door I go.
Such is life as Bess.
My sister is pregnant. YEAH! As exciting as that is, it turns all family things into babytalk. I mean EVERYTHING is baby centered. As a wild and crazy 23 year old, this isn’t exactly my focus right. Ok, I may not be wild or crazy, but I am 23 so I’m practically a baby myself.
Well, going with the baby theme, my aunt sent my sister and I a link to a website that creates an image of what your baby will look like. She was trying to see what my future neiphew would look like. Well, screw that, let’s see what my kids would look like. Of course they offer photos of celebrities so you can see what your and Bow Wow’s children would look like (for serious, that’s an option).
Here’s what mine and Leonardo DiCaprio’s baby would look like. It’s kinda cute right!
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