Always Anna

Whenever work gets too crazy and I need to see something that will make me smile, I go to Cute Overload and look at the puppy pictures.  Today, that break didn’t go as well as I had hoped, since the first thing that popped up onscreen was a photo of fish eating a woman’s feet.  With a link to this article on CNN.

I’m so weirded out by this!  How could anyone even think of sticking their feet in a bowl for fish to nibble on?  Ew!  The thought makes me want to tuck my feet up underneath me and never leave them uncovered again.

The BF and I spent the weekend packing and preparing to move into our amazing and wonderful new place.  And - with one exception when Sneaky McTrickyPants came over to see the new place and help me mentally design it - I acted totally crazy.  I freaked out about not having enough boxes.  I sulked when the BF tried to be rational.  I cried for no apparent reason. 

And then the thunderstorms caused us to lose power for OVER SIX HOURS on Sunday.  Ever packed by candlelight?  In 90-degree weather and 90% humidity?  With NO AIR CONDITIONER BECAUSE THE POWER IS OUT? I don’t recommend it. 

Thanks to the BFs amazingness - in that he took the day off from work yesterday to move all of our big stuff - we were able to spend last night in the new place.  We still have some more to move, but it’s like being the new place lifted a raincloud away from my head, and now, all of a sudden, I’m fine. 

I’ve always moved around a lot - after hopping around Southern California as a child, I moved at least once per year from 1997 to 2005.  Granted, college was in there, so those four moves in four years is pretty typical.  But still… that’s a lot of packing.  A lot of going through stacks of paper and shredding things you don’t need anymore.  A lot of “How the h*ll did that get in the refrigerator?”  And - the only fun part - a lot of unpacking and decorating new places.

For the past three years, I’ve been living with the BF in a slum.  Okay, it’s not quite a slum, but… well, it isn’t nice.  Things broke.  MORE things broke.  And our property managers didn’t bother to return phone calls… even when our bathroom and part of the living room was under an inch of water.  Earlier this year - after the third flood in three years - we decided we’d had enough.  Time for a new place.  A more grown-up place that has more to offer than a great location (which was the one thing the slum did have).

And, as of yesterday evening, we have an awesome new place that has lots of light, more space, an incredible deck, and amazing landlords. 

I’m dancing with joy!

Oh my.  Thanks to Marta, I just found this website that lets you create your own monster.

I can’t even begin to explain how much I want to do this.  Or, if I can’t come up with the $250 it costs, just buy this one:

How freaking cute is this?

The first day back at work after a long holiday weekend always sucks.

Today is no exception.

ohmigod, it’s been so long since I’ve blogged that I think I’ve forgotten how. My thoughts are all over the place:

Ooh, I should write about how awesome my trip home to California was! And how much it reminded me that New England weather SUCKS. Do I want to talk about how much I’m fighting that the Lakers lost the NBA Finals? Or how excited I am that fantasy football season is gearing up? Oh, wait, I kind of want to blog about my new favorite hair product! No, wait! I want to talk about Colin Firth in Pride and Prejudice! Mmm… Colin Firth. Wet white T-shirt. Ooh, he’s in the Mamma Mia movie and I have to see that! I haven’t seen that play yet, though, and I really want to… I wonder if I can get my friends to go see it with me? Ooh, on Broadway! I’ve never seen a play on Broadway! Wait, what was I talking about? Oh right, blogging. Hmmm…

All these brain circles are wearing me out. I think I’ll go take a nap.

Since starting this blog in 2005, I’ve struggled with how much personal information I want to share on here. My favorite blogs to read tend to be the more personal ones, and sometimes I wish I could be completely open about my life… but most of the time I am just not that comfortable sharing my life in such a public way. Sometimes I think about making this more of a catalog of my favorite things… but I kind of feel like I’ve done that in my blogroll. I love politics and sports, but I know that if I focused only on one of those things, I’d drive myself insane.

I like the process of blogging, and love having a semi-regular place to practice stringing words together. And I love the people that I’ve found through blogging. And so I’m here, with the random assortment of thoughts and things that entertain me.

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Okay, I don’t want to… you know… dance all over the pieces of Sarah’s broken heart. But if George Clooney is really single again, I will do a dance of joy.

Not that anything would ever happen between George and me (I’m not completely crazy, after all). It’s just nice to know he’s out there, being a hot bachelor-for-life.

Here’s some eye candy:

To quote Soapdish, one of the best movies ever… “Yummy. With a spoon!”

When I agreed to go to Nantucket for this past long weekend with some of my college friends, I didn’t realize that I was agreeing to attend the kick-off for the sailing race season.  I didn’t even really know there was a sailing race season.  Clearly, I fail at being Preppy.

In spite of my inadequate knowledge of Preppy activities, I had a ton of fun at Figawi.  I ate a lot, drank a lot, and shopped a little.  I got to wear a pink foam whale hat around town.  And I got to drink out of one of the Figawi trophies!  

All of this fun was enhanced by the fact that I used the weekend as a chance to try out preppy style on me.  All weekend, I wore polo shirts, brightly colored tapestry belts, and pearl earrings and necklace, and I carried a Vera Bradley bag.  I even bought patchwork madras pants!  It was pretty entertaining.

I’m still sunburned and tired from all the activities.  And am very, very broke. 

You know what I love about over-sleeping?

Having an excuse to NOT take a shower in the morning.

I hate showering.  Hate waiting for the water to warm up, hate washing my hair, hate contorting myself to wash my back, hate shaving my legs, hate shaving my armpits, hate toweling off, hate applying one lotion to my eyes another to my face and a third to my body, and I hate hate HATE blow drying my hair.

So on days like today, when I oversleep by an hour and only wake up because Sneaky McTrickyPants called my cell, I love the excuse to just wash my face, throw on some deodorant and clothes, and bolt out the door. 

I don’t know if my office-mate appreciates my smell though.