m-o-o-o-v-i-n-g!!!

ladies and gentlemen, as I'm sure you've heard, the girl with the new set of twins is now expecting yet another new set of twins... except this time, they won't just be perky... they'll also coo, cry and poop. how's that for fantastic news?

so, without further or due (do? doo-doo?)... here's my new blog site. you know, for when i write like every 3 months.

http://amylouplustwo.blogspot.com/

see you on the flip side!

Mother Nature.... Seriously?

you appear to be playing all sorts of tricks with the metro boston area... do you think we want to live in costa rica? do you think we want to pretend we live underneath a bowling alley all night? do you think we enjoy walking briskly to the train, only to have our right foot land in a muddy, skanky boston puddle with our dear old (and completely inappropriate for both working and commuting, but wear them anyway) flip flops?

frankly i'm sick of you and your wet antics... i'm sick of carrying my silly umbrella, i'm sick of not feeling the sun on my back... i'm sick of having gigantic tomato plants that are taller than me, green as can be, with *no* freakin tomatoes.

i know when i said i like a good thunderstorm you really took me to heart, but seriously? quit it.

that is all bitch.

As Time Rolls By...

I can't believe it's been over a month since I last posted! (and judging from the zero emails I got wondering where my sensational literary pieces were... not missed) :)

The summer here has been flying by... I'm not sure if it's because of the new job or the busy weekends or even the wacky weather, but man, is it really almost 1/2 way through August? Wow!

Hmm... see? This is why I haven't posted. I have nothing to talk about!

Here's my one thing for the day: ... Jody, I hope you had fun and man... Jill? Hope you don't need too much therapy after that experience. :)

thou shalt not whine like a little bitch

piggybacking my friend kristen's posts

which is over here somewhere (my hyperlinks aren't working)

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(and who consequently is currently writing from liberia... not your typical travel destination)

i'm looking at the the pictures she posted... i first notice the idyllic palm trees, the crashing waves... wait, what are those? are those rusty little shacks butted up to the beach? yup, they are. is that barbed wire surrounding her hotel? why... yes it is. she tells tidbits of people selling whatever they can get their hands on in the hopes of keeping themsselves and their kin alive.

... and here i sit wondering if i have enough time to get a manicure this afternoon or if i should even bother if i'm going to make my swimming lesson or if my shirt is *blue enough* to match the skirt i want to wear. once i *really* take a step back and look at my life, i start to think, 'how retarded!'

here's a small list of various things i have thought about that make a case for me being a mentally challenged brat:

1) the first thing i thought about when i woke up this morning was how i couldn't stand that my mattress pad wasn't fluffy enough (i'm lucky to have a bed and a roof over my head)

2) i was fairly annoyed at the pulp in my orange juice (fachrissakes i probably paid *more* for the pulp and am lucky to have juice lady!)

3) last week when i was planning for a bridal shower at my home, i didn't just do some landscaping, i had to ensure that the colors of the forthcoming flowers were going to match the wedding colors (which thankfully were pink and green and orange) ...but seriously? perhaps it's just me, but i think i'm crazy. (people are living in squalor and i'm worried that my little plot'o'weymouth matches a color scheme?)

4) i tried on three outfits before leaving my house yesterday to pick up my share of vegetables... in case i met the organizer of the whole she-bang. (you know, because people who care about buying their veggies in an organic manner are particularly fashionable? all aboard the crazy train)

this list goes on and on... and the more i think, the more i realize i'm either a whiny little bitch or the most OCD person on record.

p.s. does anyone else need to have their toilet paper and paper towels hang a certain way? this is a source of contention in my house... and, of course, i'm sure i'm right. :)

i'll take my yoga hot thank you

did i just do what i think i did? yup, i did. i just signed up for an 8 week run of 6am (yes, that's am) hot yoga classes on mondays and wednesdays... in the back of my mind, i'm thinking 'ooh, i'll get up early and ride my bike there and back and it'll be great)... in the front of my mind, i'm thinking 'sweet jesus, kill me now!'

the back of my mind is determined to make me a morning person apparently...

anyone care to join? it's in weymouth. encouragement is welcome :)

pretty, pretty everywhere

as a kid, i didn't delight in the summer... i know it sounds weird, but the thought of *not* going to school everyday used to drive me bananas (if i only knew then what i know now... which is there is nothing better than laying in the grass in the backyard and staring at the sun through the fluttering leaves and thinking about, well, absolutely nothing in particular).

for the record, i was *that* kid that joined the library reading program and not only read the amount of allotted books, but turned it into a competition to see how many i could read and report on... i think one year i got an award for breaking the record or something... oh what a little nerd!

i hated wearing shorts as i always found them too short, some bizarre color (thanks to my cousins who thought i was some sort of fashion experiment) and always riding up my bum. i was always dirty and sticky and sweaty... my parents would tell me to not come home until the street lights came on and i always had a scraped knee, a consequence of growing up on a street that was all boys except me. playing firefighter, doing very dangerous tricks on my bmx and touch football (oh, and the ever-phenomenal breakdancing competition) was my game and i stuck to it. my parents had this cream colored buick regal (and oh how i date myself)... a 2 door car with the *hottest, stickiest* leather seats ever. getting in that car after it sat in the sun was torture. once they "upgraded" to a minivan, i was stuck in the back with my brother's monstrous smelly feet and my sister's fascination with some nickelodeon-style bunch of singing adults that sang in wittle-itsy-bitsy kiddie voices while we drove to some place here or there... there were no DVD players or pimped out soccer mom rides... just the plain ol' voyager with the wood paneling and spoked wheels. rock on m and d!

i really just liked fall leaves and halloween and the first day of school better... getting my new school books and wearing sweaters and that first chilly, crisp morning at the bus stop.

**but** with homeownership came this really bizarre change. summer is the time of vibrant life and living in my little postage stamp size lot on this earth. here are a couple of the smiling faces i found in my yard last night to brighten my summer day (even though i *still* find shorts way too short)

i steeeenk

ya know, i do... i stink... or, more specifically, i stink at keeping up with my sad excuse for a blog. i've had a lot of shtuff going on. nothing bad, of course; just your typical, run around/crazy/creating more work for myself type of months. awesome.

kitchen is coming along (pictures will follow at some point i promise) but my biggest conundrum this week is that my 1/2 share of my csa is coming (yay!) and i'm not sure what i'm going to do with some of the things being sent... for those that don't know what a csa is, look here --> CSA

I'm psyched about the strawberries and all that, but the first four or so? Any recipes are welcome!!!

Bok Choi
Mustard Greens
Collards
Red Kale
Bunched Cilantro
Zucchini
Romaine Lettuce
Green Leaf Lettuce
Strawberries
Potted Herb Plant