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I was promoted. Yay.

So I now work from 7:30am-8pm Monday-Friday. On Saturdays I only work 4-6 hours. Sundays are a very blissful day for me.

We've had over two feet of snow, which makes driving and just walking out the front door a mission into the Arctic.

On a random note, I'm looking for various ethnic dishes that can be served to a large group easily and economically. Suggestions, if anyone in the world still reads this piece, are welcome.

Beta Blogger...basically, it sucks

Yeah, I just need to say I hate the new beta blogger. The one where you sign in with your gmail account and then enter your password...also included is a box you click to save your sign in info so you don't need to sign in every single time you post a comment on someone's blog or post a new post. I've clicked it numerous times and each time I post a comment on someone's blog and go to another, I have to sign in again. Are you kidding me?

Sadly, it's preventing me from keeping this piece up to date, yes I am so lazy that I am thwarted from posting blogs because it won't save my email. That is horribly lazy. Basically, I'm horrible. And, to reiterate, lazy.

So I've decided that until I've lost 15 pounds, I will not let myself suck into a new pair of pants. This is problematic as my only pair of decent-fitting jeans are so mad with me that they're coming apart at the seams. Literally. My crotch is starting to rip. Of all the places, why there? I'm reminded of an OMC song....

And, blurry as it is, I know this picture represents that song as well.

Ciao.

And yes, I know my links are messed up. Laura...I wanted to ask if you wanted yours their as well...I know that I rarely talk to you not that you became the myspace bum. I still love you though.

So...bleh

Shane and I went to Manchester, NH last Friday/Saturday and stayed at a very nice Hilton hotel right in downtown. It was fun, fresh air but freezing cold.

I have pictures, but as I scrolled through my album I realized about 75% are of houses I saw and liked. I do like houses.

Lately I've been wondering if sometimes I care too much. I mean, I'm "friends" with two of my ex boyfriends, and sometimes I go out of my way, foolishly, to see how they are doing. I never get responses back, ever. It seems like I'm used only when they're lonely. I wonder if I think too often about them - not missing them by any means - while they think little or not at all of me. Why should it matter? Both proved to be great impacts on my life and I think of the time I had with them as nice, young and fun...but it seems they don't think the same way for me. Again, it shouldn't matter, it really really shouldn't, and I can't seem to figure out why I wonder too often about it. Maybe I care too much, maybe I am only bothering them when I send them a quick message "how are you?". I don't know. All I ever wanted out of those relationships was the friendship that it was built on. I never got it back.

Ciao.

De-Lurking Week of 2007

Okay, we all do it...we all read blogs and never, ever comment on them. I have a list of about six blogs I read and never comment on. I don't know why, maybe I'm shy? Meh.

But anyways, I'd like to know if ANYONE still reads this piece...I know a few people do, as they mention it once in a while. But, if you're lurking on here, just drop me a comment, tell me something about yourself. It's creepy not knowing who is listening to you.

Thanks to those of you who do read and I'm sorry you read this at the same time. Thanks anyhow, perhaps my posts will become more interesting with the latest developments?

Ciao.

Just want to say...

I don't say it enough, my friends are truly amazing. I love you all.

Top 10

I was waiting until the New Year to write this just in case something seriously amazing happened on New Year's Eve - which, nothing did.

Last year, I did a top 10 of moments, top 9 of movies, top 7 something...and it went down to top book...but I'm feeling a bit, hmm, tired, so a top ten moments of 2006 should suffice.

10. Moving into the new house. Obviously, the apartment was seriously small, and aggravations with everything seemed to control us all. Moving in to the house also leads me to number 9.

9. Getting our dog Albert. We weren't able to have a dog at the old apartment, so getting a house was a huge blessing. Sure, most of the time I could kill him, but he's fun when he wants to be.

8. Going to Idaho for a few weeks. It was the longest Shane and I had been apart since before I went out to his house in Lewiston, but all in all, it was fun. It was hard on Shane and I after my phone broke two days into the vacation, and my flight didn't get in until three hours before work after traveling for 48 hours straight, but whatever.

7. Getting the summer job. As annoying as it was to leave the house, go north to Charlestown, go south to Alstead for work, and then go north to Bellows Falls, and then more north to Charlestown, it was a rewarding experience and definitely prepared me for my second job.

6. Starting work again. I know, as much as I complain, I really did miss a lot of the people and the kids. Plus, I got a kind-of promotion to librarian...woo!

5. Getting the second job. (Noticing a trend?) The second job is a HUGE blessing for us, I'm basically making the same amount I make with my first job, and it thrills me. I'm blessed to work with someone I already know, someone who I respect and admire.

4. Finding out Crystal is preggo. Even still, when I look at her and see her stomach growing with each week, I can't fully grasp that there is a child in there. It's beautiful; amazing.

3. Getting my cat, Akila. I know, sad that three different jobs and a cat rate higher than my dog, but I'm still getting used to him. Akila has been great, the best cat I've ever owned (that's saying a lot!). She's so much fun, so loving, and Shane and I just adore her.

2. Sona visiting for my birthday. I love and miss her so seriously much, I feel like I come out of my shell when she's around. She is so incredibly giving, I can't imagine my life without her.

1. Getting the ring from Shane on our anniversary. Though I've lost the ring (!!!!!!!), I know I'll find it eventually. The promise was more important than the ring, something I learned afterwards.

2007 is shaping to be one of the best years of my life, so I'm sure that this time next year (2008) I will have many more remarkable moments. This was rather a "blah" year I'd say. I hope everyone had a safe and fun New Year celebration!

Ciao.

New Template

No, you're not seeing things - I have changed my blog template.

It's been two years now that I've had this beast, and although it's popularity has dwindled to nothing, I am going to keep it for myself.

Ciao.

I must be getting old...

Christmas is without a doubt my favorite holiday. I love the nostalgia of the mistletoe, the smell of the Christmas tree, lying under the tree to see the lights sparkling above, the smells of cooking, beautiful snow (hrumph), etc, etc, etc.

However, this year seemed to be lacking in all that warm, gooey feeling. We had a real tree this year, my mom started decorated way early, we were baking in November, but still, I feel "meh" about Christmas. And I love Christmas.

I can do without the material gifts, really, I can. They are a nice perk, but seeing family that I rarely see, toasting to our futures, sharing stories...I just love my family. Ever since my mom divorced my stepdad, things haven't been the same. I come from and Italian/Irish Catholic family, so you know there are a lot of us. A typical family gathering that is (to be redundant) typically every holiday has about 50-70 family members. Lately, everyone is just too lazy to care.

My brother visited this Christmas, so that was nice. But still, I would never be able to put this year's Christmas at the top of my most memorable Christmases. Or even close to the top.

I am feeling really down, which is unusual since I love this time of the year. Something is missing, something isn't right.

The day after Christmas was nice, Justin and Ethan came over so Shane and I, along with my brother Danny, and Ethan and Justin went to a Chinese buffet place. (Yes, I know that sentence is fragmented, I really don't care.) There has to be something wrong with me to think that I could go to a restaurant with four obnoxious boys and have a peaceful dinner. The boys cracked jokes left and right, causing the brother to shoot food out of his nostrils, Ethan to almost knock over the back of the booth, and Shane and I being the victims of a one-sided food fight. I wish I'd brought my camera with me, as the pictures would've shown exactly how I felt. It was nice, really, and basically better than Christmas.

Not much left to say, I start work with my second job again, as I fight a second bout of flu this season. I just want to close my eyes and sleep until things are better again.

Ciao.

"The Michael Jackson Disease"

My vitiligo is back, as I expected. I'm scheduling a doctor's appt after the holiday rush to be checked for several things including (but not limited to) diabetes.

My grandfather was diabetic and for the last year, my health has become increasingly worse, with mild symptoms associated with diabetes. I don't think I have it; whether that is denial or not I'm not sure. However, when I was in Colorado I was supposed to get blood work after the doctors found an abnormally (don't you love it when they use words like that?) large amount of white blood cells leaving my body through urine. But, I moved and was dropped from my insurance because I didn't live with papi anymore. I really can't afford this doctor's visit and whatever tests they will have to run...so I hope my vitiligo leaves...it won't, but whatever. Damn it, I'm pissed. I've had so many problems with my vision blurring, I've been to the restroom at least 10 times a day (Gah, I wish I was kidding), I wake up several times at night to drink water, I'm exhausted and I'm having one particular infection repeatedly, no matter how often I've treated it.

Merry Christmas everyone.

Ciao.

Because I am possibly the most annoying person on Myspace

I am the annoying person who posts a bulletin a few times a week. Usually, they are those lame surveys that no one really reads, they just do them because they're completely bored and don't have better things to do. As I was filling out a bulletin survey today, one of the questions read:

Who do you stalk on MySpace?

Now, I don't seriously stalk anyone on Myspace. I started it to find people from high school that I was friends with, but when it comes down to it, the only friend I consider as a high school friend is Sona. Most of the people on my list are people I did indeed go to high school with, but I didn't know them well enough to call them a friend. I don't take the title "friend" lightly. Maybe I'm intense, but all of my friends have the potential to easily be a best friend; I don't count aquaintances as friends.

Since I joined Myspace, I've gotten to know a lot of people I never gave a thought to in high school. A few of them said they were afraid of me, I can't blame them. I mean, I'm the same kid who purposefully flung my locker open at the perfect time to ram the corner of it into someone's head, essentially cutting open their forehead. "Oh, that's why you were almost expelled?" No, it's one of the many instances my intensity pushed it's way onto another person. One of the many instances that put me in an intervention with the vp and principal, police guy, etc. To put it mildy, I wasn't the most congenial of sorts.

My answer to that useless bulletin? It's nothing monumental or life inspiring:

People that should've been my friends in high school.

Really, I should have been. Instead I moved a couple thousands of miles away to develop friendships afterwards because I'm smart like that.

Still, after I posted that I thought to myself, "I would have never been friends with them either way." Why? I'm the person who finds it much easier to communicate via msn, email, lame myspace comments, facebook pokes and whatever else. I'm awkward in person, I have zero conversation, I have ADD tendencies and I stutter. Yep, I stutter. You'd be surprised to know your "friend" Whitney was in speech therapy in elementary school to stop the st-st-st-stuttering.

Moving away has improved my socialness (is that a word?). I'm working on what happens when I start meeting/reuniting with a lot of these people when I see them next summer. If it worked for Shane and I (meeting online and then in person) then surely it can work for someone who I see as having just friend potential, right? Right? It better, or else I'm stuck in high school.

Ciao.

P.S. I know, skimming through a few posts, that I mispell and my grammer is often horrible. Keep in mind that my corpus collasum is probably about as useful as a male's, so my multi-tasking is bound to be non-existent. I never truly focus 100% on posts through completion; I wish my life was so dull that I didn't have a million things to do. Since I over explained as I often to, the bottom line is I'm making mistakes, but I see no reason to correct them. I won't pretend to be perfect, don't expect me to be.