An award!

Thank you to Kathy and Seashell over at Two Hands Full of Daisies for this wonderful award!



Rules:
List 10 things that make you happy. (try to do one of those things TODAY!)
Tag 10 bloggers that brighten your day.
Make sure to link back to the person that tagged you!

Things that make me happy?:

1. Crossing things off my To-Do List. Ahhh, accomplishments!
2. My boyfriend and when he pretends to yell at me about how cute snow leopards are. And how my friends at work describe him as "the shit". And how he's perfectly content to sit with me snug under his arm while I read and he watches TV.
3. My little sister.
4. My parents.
5. Working with Mike and Sam and never running out of things to talk about.
6. Making breakfast for dinner complete with omlettes, toast, Panettone french toast and bacon.
7. CSI: New York and how it puts me right to sleep. zzzzzzzzzzz
8. Surfing the web.
9. Being anywhere near the ocean!
10. My animals and all their craziness.


And I want to tag you all!

I started to play a game!

I found this little dohickey over on a blog I stumbled upon, so here it is! The rules are that you post on the first Sunday of every month (or that weekend) the post only needs to contain the answers to these questions. Ready and here it goes, for February!

I like: the feeling I get when I wake up from a nap and my boyfriend is still snoozing next to me. Ahhh, comfort.

I don't like: foods that make me feel weighed down.

I want you to know: that I'm actually excited to go to work the next two nights.

I've planned: to do nothing for the rest of the night.

I want to say to someone special: Bff, even though you won't tell me what's on your mind, I love you a lot and I'm willing to hurt anyone who makes you sad.

Hey American Idol Fans! (And even those of you who don't watch)

Everyone knows that late winter means American Idol. Some people are passionate fans while others couldn't care less. I usually fall into the latter category, but not this season. This season, a girl I went to high school with is competing.

Siobhan Magnus graduated from my high school with the class of 2008 (one year before me, but she graduated with Boyfriend!). It's so crazy that someone I've seen with my own eyes walking through the halls of my high school made it to the Top 24. Now, we all need to vote for her so she can be our next American Idol!

Need more convincing? Fine. Fast forward to about two minutes and thirty seconds into this YouTube video and see for yourself.

Happy Valentine's Day!

I made the menus for the Valentine's day specials at work, and how was a repaid? A nine hour shift with my coworkers who also have significant others and were just as miserable to be there. Oh well. I suppose misery does need company, and we actually ended up having a good time.

Boyfriend got me gummy bears, Reese's cups, and a fake rose so it would last forever ("Just like my love!"). I got him concert tickets to see Dropkick Murphy's in March up in Boston.

I think my friends and I are planning an Irish Pilgrimage on Saint Patty's Day for the parades and the parties up in Southie. We wanted to go last year, but we kind of thought of it at the very last minute.

In regards to my last post.

I (for sure) didn't mean that I want to get married/have babies anytime soon. Oh my J, no.

The plan is ten years for babies (which has been ten years for two years already), at-least-age-23 for marriage. But while we're on the subject, let's talk dreams here!

My dream wedding. Aaaaah.

It would take place on the beach. On everyone's chairs there would be a shell, with a request in the program for our guests to toss the shell in the ocean and make a wish for our future at the end of the ceremony.

If I were to marry Boyfriend, we would have a mix of Jewish traditions, mainly to honor his family as he's not so into religion, and other religions traditions, since I'm not-so-Christian-as-much-as-spiritual.

For our processional song I've always loved "Beyond The Sea" by Bobby Darin or Robbie Williams. I really like the sound of Bobby Darin's voice, but I can't find a really good version at the moment.



Anyway, the Jewish processional would be like this: officiant, groom and parents, grandparents, groomsmen, bridesmaids, flower girl/ring bearer, bride and parents.

And after our first kiss as a married couple, the music would swell up and suddenly: The Beach Boys!



And then, bam! The party begins!

???

So I was super bored and doing a little Facebook creeping. I stumbled upon a friend's profile and I was shocked to find out she got married.

Excuse me?!

When did this happen? And honey, when did you move to Kentucky? I JUST SAW YOU IN THE MALL BEFORE CHRISTMAS. You looked just like the Scenie Baby I used to know, love, and actually kind of envy! I didn't even know you had gotten over all your old boy problems we used to spend hours dishing about during our long shifts at work. WHAT.

After getting over this shock, I continued creeping. I know, it's a bad habit, but it is certainly a time waster. I came across one of my childhood friend's profile and discovered that she's pregnant.

WHAT?!

Third trimester! Seriously! It's a girl! I even creeped a step further (oh internet you have made stalking so easy) and searched for her registry on BabiesRUs.com. Uuuugh. She just graduated with me in June. I felt a serious areyouserious when I discovered this.

I don't know, fellow bloggers out there in cyberspace. I'm nineteen years old, and just barely. Married Girl is twenty-one. Pregnant One turned nineteen a few days before me. My cousin is also pregnant, and she just turned twenty. My parents started dating when my mom was nineteen.

It's intimidating, you know. Thinking about starting my life. I don't make enough money to support myself right now. I have a really, really long road ahead of me as far as schooling goes. Ten to twelve more years. I'm going to be almost thirty when I complete everything I want to get done. Almost thirty. Or, God forbid, past thirty. I can't imagine being thirty and still in school. But it'll be worth it. Right? Right?

I feel a real, legitimate pressure to get my life on track. Seeing these girls with their lives getting underway kind of makes me jealous. I want to get off of Cape Cod and into the city where I can begin.

I don't know, guys. I just don't know about this whole life thing. Seems a bit intimidating.

Stephanie Takes Boston, Part One: Samantha, Too!

Last Saturday, my bff Samantha and I hit Boston. We left the Cape around 2:45, after a phone call from Adam. We headed on the highway blasting Lady GaGa and 3OH!3 and discussing psychology.

We arrived in Braintree and hopped on the T, taking us to Park Street, where we transferred to the Green Line, which took us to the Fenway stop. Adam met us there and we all walked to his school, my future school, Emmanuel College.



He gave Sam the tour, most of which I had already seen, and then showed us the dining hall. He pointed out all the food options and I said hello to Boyfriend's friend, Cooper (who gave me a hug and promptly went to get nachos). Then Adam said "Well, here's the food. You guys find something to eat and text me when you're done, I have to go help Katie with something." And he was gone.

I felt like a freshman on the first day of high school in that big cafeteria. Not that I got the same stares I did back then.

We ate our sandwiches and Adam came to get us, congratulating me on surviving through an awkward situation (maybe I'm a little dramatic?). He walked us to the gate and hugged us goodbye, since he was feeling a little under the weather due to excess caffeine and lack of sleep.

So, Sam and I were back on the T on our way to shopping heaven, or as it's known to maps, Newbury Street. Our first stop was a little store called So Good Jewelry.



And it was, truly, so good. She bought two bracelets and I bought a bracelet and a necklace. Each thing was only $6.99! And beautiful!

Then, we headed to CondomWorld, mainly to see what all the fuss was about. Not a huge deal, really. Then we went to Newbury Comics, and she wanted to check out Ed Hardy, so we went there next. I wanted to see what the big deal was with American Apparel, so we looked in there. Hot pink mesh leggings? No thank you.

Finally, on our last stop on Newbury Street, we went to Urban Outfitters. I immediately sent a text to Boyfriend: "I have died and gone to shopping heaven."



Samantha bought a set of test-tube shooters, and I went a little more crazy. I bought a glass with HOT MESS written on the side, a book called 'Do This, Not That', a book called 'Tell Me How' that has five hundred things in it that everyone should know, from how to change a diaper to how to catch a wave. I also bought a bottle opener that looks like a key, a notebook, a journal, a 'sweet nothings' notepad, and an 'All Out Of...' notepad for the fridge where you check off what you're out of, and voila!, you have a grocery list.

I love Boston. Maybe a little too much.