It’s Like I’m Made Of Magic

Just kidding.  Nothing’s up.  Felt like I should post something since it’s been something like, 5 weeks maybe?  Nothing has changed.  Chad bought a car yesterday to replace the Volvo.  It’s a Focus.  He’s had one before, now he’s got one again.

Haven’t worked much, or done much of anything.  I turn 29 soon.  Really, Really soon.  Have I mentioned I want a baby?  Plan on hearing a lot more of that.  29, and nothing to show for it.  No career, no real place to live, no family of my own.  Not really what I’d imagined back when I’d picture myself grown up.  At all.

I’m really making it happen for myself over here, eh?

I’m going to go accomplish something interesting so you’ll be more entertained next time.

Welcome.

Oh, for the love  . . .

The other day I was at work and some rocket scientist drove into the side of Chad’s PARKED car.  Yeah, it was just sitting there, minding it’s own business while I was inside, and some lady in a giant car (really, why do SUVs need to be that big?) thought it might be, I don’t know, funny (?), to see how far she could drive her car through mine.  Turns out, the answer is ‘very’.  She drove her car very far through our car.

Exhibit A

The Headless Wonder to the right was Miss Knievel’s passenger.  I blurred her out because it’s bad enough she has to know the driver well enough to have been in a car with her.  Public humiliation, in blog form,  just seems mean.

Oh, I do want to mention my thought process before I found out it was our car that got hit.  Ready?

Whomp! Beep! Beep! Beep! “Wow, that’s gotta suck for that guy. Why is Courtney racing to the back door?  Is that her car alarm?  She’s coming back in, so it must be something el-”

“Um, Kendra?  I think someone just hit Chad’s car.”

So, the car is totaled and we’re without wheels until Chad finds a new ride.  It’s cool for now, though.  I’m used to not having a car, but Chad relies pretty heavily on one for work.  Luckily, the job he’s on now is pretty close to our apartment.  Hopefully, by the time the next job rolls around, he’ll have found something reliable.  You know, where all the windows work, and it’s not a five-step process to lock the doors.  Som’n classy.

Anyway, yeah I’m working a little bit.  A the yarn store I worked at before my last trip back to Vermont.  It’s under new ownership, and it’s wicked sweet.  Feels nice to get out of the house and earn some money.  Though, I feel like I should write to The WB, and apologize in the ratings dip they’re about to see in their “Comcast: On Demand: WB: The O.C.” category.

I’m a study in productivity.

I got back from a week in Vermont on Sunday.  I went up to spend some time with my sister, Jenna’s, family.  Catering to the demands of a 3-and-a-half and a 5-year-old can be exhausting.  But, when they’re the kind of kids that are super smart, and so adorable it’s really not of this world, it can also be a very fun time.

Ethan and Julia

I kicked the week off with night at my folk’s house.  Chad left for Boston and Saturday morning, but not before some sweet hang time with My sister, Melanie’s, daughter, Elena.  Elena is 6 months old, and is the cutest baby I’ve seen in the last half a year.

Elena.  I’m not sure if you noticed her nose, but it’s pretty much the cutest thing on the planet.  No big deal.

It was a really good week.  I’m glad I got to spend that kind of time with Jenna and her family.  And I did have a few opportunities to spend some time in Burlington.  My opinion of Burlington is changing a little.  I’ll get into it in another post, but the gist is that I’m all right not living there.  I miss it, of course, but I’m beginning to think that if The Chad and I were to house hunt in Vermont, I’m not sure that the Queen City would be in my top 3 locations.  I’d definitely want to be close, though.

In other news, Chad and I have come to a new agreement.  Here’s the thing, Chad works in the film industry, and is really very fond of movies.  I, on the other hand, have commitment issues when it comes to spending 90 sweet, sweet minutes on some trite, Maxim Top 100 demographic, filmed to accommodate the attention span of the Tsetse Fly hooey.  As a result, when he thinks he might have the energy to drag my eye-rolling butt to the theatre, it’s never an easy time.  ON THE OTHER HAND, the guy never wants to do anything I want to do.  He’s not much for spontaneous adventures, and that’s pretty much what I’m all about.  So, the agreement is simple.  Anytime he wants to bring me along to the theatre, I will not complain.  I won’t whine, I won’t audibly deflate, and I won’t even counter with, “No way.  I read the spoiler online, and trust me; you don’t want to see this movie.” (I say this, a lot.  Sometimes, he even lets me tell him how it ends, and then he thanks me.).

In exchange for my subjugation, he agrees to one awesome, super happy fun time adventure! Huzzah!  I’m pretty sure our first exchange is ‘District 9′/canoeing on the Charles River.  (I totally win in this one! Yes!)

So.  Other than an epic bro-down with my family, and a relationship compromise that might just yield a very cool autumn, not much else is “on my plate”, as the tweens say.

I do want to make a quick request before I go.  If you have any interest in seeing “500 Days of Summer”, and you’re not vehemently opposed to the concept of movie spoilers, please do yourself a favour and read it.

The ending makes me hate whomever it was that invented moving pictures.

All right, if I keep going with Blog.com, every post will be about how mind-numbingly impossible the new format is.  You guys can’t see it, but the behind-the-scenes is just ridiculous and impossible.  So, a quick update, then I’m spending the rest of the night finding a new home for ILIMOM.  Maybe something in Gramercy & Flatiron.

I’m spending next week in Vermont, rolling with my homies.  I probably won’t be posting, but I hope to be taking lots of pictures.   With any luck, my triumphant return will be heavily documented with photos.

Lates.

What up?

So, I haven’t really been looking around for other blog hosty sites because I just don’t have the energy.  I’m just going to stick with this for now.

An update:

I’m back in Dorchester with Chad.  Not working, except on my swagger.  I’m glad I’m here, though.  Burlington just wasn’t cutting it this round.  Of course, seeing my family and my eight-oh-two friends so much was the illinest, but I’m supposed to be here.

It’s been cool being back.  We found a super close beach, which we promptly patronized.  Got a little sunburned, but that happens.  Spending a lot more time in the city.  We hit up the ICA a few weeks ago, and we’ll for sure make better use of our weekends with day trips and camping weekends before winter.

For now, in addition to blogging, I’m just going to concentrate on life here.

I’ll get fun again, I pinky swear.

I’ve probably posted like, 3 other blogs since the last once, and blog.com hasn’t published them. It’s all faulty and lame lately.  I’m going to try and find a different website to host this empire.

I’ll keep you posted.

ps . . .  Happy 3rd birthday, It’s Like I’m Made of Magic!