Back in action!!!

As of 3:23pm Tuesday our power came back on!!!  We've been without it since Sunday morning at 6am. Here are some pictures that sum up my past few days....


Sunday on my way to work (which had no power also), I had to go under and around three other trees like this.  All the roads in the area were a MESS!!!  I was definitely going off road with my little Cobalt!!

When my parents moved into our little brick house about 10 years ago, they planted a tree in the front yard.  I remember them joking about how it would never be a full tree before they were dead.   Well little did we know that somehow that little tree was some weird mutant growing tree.  Ten years it was taller than the house.  We noticed the wind from the hurricane was starting to push over the tree.  We kept waiting for it to fall over into the driveway, but somehow it never did.  That little tree has heart!  As you can see below, the tree is now leaning at about a 40 degree angle with no intentions of falling over now.  My parents have to cut it down now....which makes me sad.  I love our new crooked tree....its comical!

This morning after coming home from work, all I wanted was a warm breakfast....since I hadn't had one in almost 3 days.  With no power, we had no hot water, or stove.  My mother had thrown away almost all the food in the refrigerator because it had all gone bad.  I found myself digging through the kitchen of my apartment looking for something that I could somehow cook.  A cup of noodles was the easiest thing I could possibly make but I needed hot water.  Thankfully the fire pit out back had lots of new kindling (thanks Irene).  I do have to say that about 20 minutes later, I had boiling water and cooked noodles!  Worth every moment of trying to get that fire going!!!!  It was actually kind of fun...the weather was nice and who doesn't like a bonfire???

So long Irene!!!!!

Going off the grid

I live a very hectic life...always on the run, working nights, and coaching until I can't talk anymore.  Being on vacation from work is the best but when that happens I tend to forget..... purposely forget......that I have a real life.  I like to use my vacation to escape from my everyday restriction of a life.  No far away island needed.  I like to just turn the phone off, watch TV all day in bed, take long drives with the windows rolled down with no worries about where I need to be in an hour.  

This past week I spent 4 days at my father's house in the boondocks of upstate New York.  Going there always makes me think of a quote from the movie Sweet Home Alabama.  "People need a passport to come down here."  In made case it's "up here" since New York state is north of where I live in New England.  It is small town full of cows, Amish, and people who have never owned anything other than a Ford truck.  I usually go to my Dads when I need time away.  It lets me clear my mind being so far away from my repetitive fast pace life.

Now karma has come to get me.  Last week I spent it off the grid....by choice.  Now I am off the grid thanks to a little storm named Irene.  Because of her, I have had no power or cell phone reception for two days.....so much fun.  Thankfully, I have lights, electricity, phone service and hot water at my work.  

Here's to going off the grid.....not by choice.  UGH

Boston you're my home!

Is it possible to have a love affair with a city???  I hope it's not too weird....

I grew up in a small town, and now that school is over, I'm back living in that small town but while I was in college, I feel in love with the city.  Even though I have never lived in Boston, I have deeply become a stage 5 clinger to it. It doesn't help either that New England sports are incredible so wherever you turn, there are banners, billboards, and people wearing Patriots, Red Sox, Bruins, and Celtics jerseys.

It's one of the oldest cities in America and every time I go there I feel my ancestors (fact: my ancestors came to Massachusetts in this 1600's) walking down the cobble stone roads with me.  It's an amazing feeling and I hope that someone else knows how I feel.

Seriously, I could go on and on about how much I love that city.  And don't even get me started on the public train system.....LOVE.  I would love to live there but it's so expensive to live anywhere close to that city and on top of that, my student loan payments  keep me from pretty much living anywhere else buy the apartment my parents let me rent for free.  Oh well, one day....

Best New England tshirt website ever!! http://backtobeantown.spreadshirt.com/

Twins??

I had to share this....  I come out of the mall and see that the only two cars in the parking lot are mine, and the car parked next to mine.  Think this person wanted to make a point?  Lily (thats my car's name) is on the left.  Yes I know a Chevy Cobalt is a very common car, but this just made my day.

I'm a Pinterest whore lol

Yup, I said it....I admit it.  I spend hours on that damn website.  Pinterest.com is a website for anyone who like crafts, fashion, design, and food.  Every time I look at that website, I waste at least an hour.  Not only do I fall head over heels in love with 99.9% of the things on there, I find myself constantly saying, "Oh my God, why didn't I think of that?" or, "I have to make that!".  I now have a Pinterest "to-do" list of crafts, household designs, and recipes.

My family is pretty "artsy-fartsy".  We are all creative....especially my 32 year old sister.  I feel bad for her sometimes.  All she wants is to be some kind of a party planner or event coordinator.  But, with two small children, a house, a husband, and all the payments that with that, she can't just quick her daily grind job and start a job where the pay isn't consistent.  It sounds bad but I pray that I don't turn into my sister.  I know that she loves her children, and her husband but I know that she wants more in life.  Her mind still wants to explore but her life won't allow her to.  The thought of that scares me to death.

I just turned 26 and all my friends are getting engaged, married, pregnant and I'm just not ready to keep up with that race.  One day I plan on doing the whole marriage, house, kids thing but right now.....I'll have that martini and check off something on my Pinterest list.

7am please

So here's the deal....I work nights.  Ya know, the dreaded 3rd shift.....the swear word of the work place at any job.  I do the shift that no one wants, but me that is.  Going on 3 years of working nights, I really don't have much to complain about.  Yes, I sleep my days away and I have my lunch break while you're just entering your REM sleep for the night.  But, it allows me to do what I'm truly passionate about; coaching.  I coach a high school varsity sport during the time that I'm actually awake.  This upcoming season will be my 5th year coaching this team.  It truly is a passion....because trust me, the money is literally pennies per hour I put in.  Is working over nights my first choice? No.  But because coaching is, I sacrifice.

Its 3:40am here on the East coast and I cannot wait until I am home in my bed.  My apartment is 20min away and the entire drive home in the morning is going to be torture.  Ever feel like you can never drive fast enough to get to somewhere you desperately want to be?  If only we were able to teleport....like they do in weird science fiction movies. Maybe I should try clicking my heels......

Is anyone listening?

With a world of so many blogs is there a point of making one yourself?  Probably not.  I mean, what are the chances that someone will actually read it, like it, and follow it?  But, is blogging an outage for one's self or for other peoples entertainment?  For me its both.  My life is not that exciting anymore but I'd like to say that it's still relevant.  I try to see the beauty in every day and take my life one step at a time....so why not share?

So this is my first entry...my blog.  I have no promises that it will be amazing but I want to be able to express my life in different ways other than gossiping on the phone to friends.  I want it to be rich with pictures, thoughts, and  recorded memories.