Archive for March, 2009

A mess of work, an Apple product and a bucket o’ coffee. Yup.

I keep coming back here trying to write updates and miserably failing, because as odd as it sounds, the more I have going on, the harder it is to actually update. Not because I don’t have the time (which actually I kind of don’t, but I wanted to say hi. HIIIIII.), but more because WHERE DO I START? So uh … things that are going on with me include but are not limited to: a week packed with work(ish) related events, finding a new apartment, finishing up two freelance projects, taking this Friday off (woo!), booking a sports massage (for aforementioned day off), training for not one, but two road races (The 33rd Cohasset Rotary Road Race on April 5th – yikes! and the 37th CIGNA Falmouth Road Race in August), adding new features and sections to Club15, working on a painstaking and insane redesign/reorganization of THIS site (ohhhhh secrets!), gearing up for my annual Jimmy Fund fundraising taking over my life (I assist a group in the design and coordination of several Jimmy Fund fundraising events throughout the year like the Pan Mass Challenge, Annual JF Golf Tournaments, as well as my own fundraising for the Boston Marathon JF walk in September. As we say in my circle “IT’S JIMMY TIME”.), so. many. projects. at. work. (Hello job security. You are my best friend in these times) ….

Exhale. And smile. Good stuff.

In other, somewhat related news, I have been approached or contacted by near strangers no less than 2 dozen times in the past couple of weeks who have enlightened me oh so much on why I am single.

!!!! Haha. YAY! LOL. WTF?

No I did not ask. This is unsolicited assvice. My favorite being I “dress too nice.” Which is funny because at the time of this comment I was wearing a plain, long sleeve cotton shirt, a crappy H&M necklace that cost me all of $3, jeans I got on clearance and a pair of heels I’ve had since college ….. Followed by “maybe if you try like a t-shirt and sneakers”. I was unaware that the key to finding a husband was pretending to be someone I’m not and also a worn out pair of Nikes. Oh! Oh! Oh! What about the person who told me I “work too much”? I guess using your 20s to figure out what you love and building your career is an unattractive quality to a potential mate! SILLY ME.

I’m a real PEACH today. All the time spent working and picking out outfits has obviously cut into my sleeping time! If only I stopped enjoying myself and living my life! Gee. I could be well-rested and married with child by now! It’s may fault though … I totally missed the day they handed out the “How to Land Yourself a Husband” with the accompanying wall poster timeline! Damn!

Who’s psyched I came out to say hello? :P

PS – just so there’s no misinterpretation, I am laughing out loud while typing this. I crack me up. You want to tell me why I’m single? I’ll probably laugh at you too. And then run circles around you and clock my time. I’m getting FAST, yo.

Oh hai. I’m now officially training for a road race this summer. (Officially meaning yes I have a number.) Which means lots of running. EXCITING. I have a personal running coach/trainer now — who happens to be my roommate who happens to be certified in group fitness and personal training. She made me a fancy training schedule. WOO. More on her in future updates.

Here’s the route I ran on my lunch break today. BECAUSE I KNOW YOU ALL CARE OH SO MUCH.

I have no idea exactly how long distance wise this run was. I got close on google maps though. It did take me 46 minutes from start to finish. It was the perfect temperature (56!) but windy as all hell.

Pics from:

These are the details I notice walking around the city.

Candle holder at Stephi’s on Tremont ..

Heels in the Louis Vuitton window:

I’m going to make a gross blanket statement (but it’s about me so it’s ok): nothing ever comes easy for me. Like stuff, anything – everything – just can’t go as planned. I am also probably the most unlucky and hot messiest of all my friends. Seriously.

My father and I have a catch phrase for this (because our luck is pretty much the same more or less):

“It’s always a struggle.”

That started when I was young and more of a “Well Jenny trust me. Life is a struggle.” And now, it more humorous because, seriously? Could maybe something go as planned? Just once? L-O-L.

I’m glad I have a sense of humor about it. I’ve lived with it for so long, I don’t think I’d know what to do if things just went as they should.

I was talking about this with some friends lately. In fact, I told Andrew that he is the luckiest person I know. Things just always seem to go his way. And he said he doesn’t believe in luck. To which I answered “Yeah because you don’t need to, a-hole!”

I on the other hand have THE WORST LUCK. Don’t believe me? Here’s a snippet of my life that just took place in ONE HOUR last night.

I left my apartment at 11:30 pm to go pick up Andrew. He was flying back from a luxurious 4 day vacation with his family in Florida where it was 80 degrees and sunny everyday. (BITCH.) I walked out to my car and found a $100 parking ticket. For parking in front of a ramp. That doesn’t exist.

……

Fine whatever. I figured I’d deal with that later.

I get to the airport and got a text from Andrew that baggage claim was taking a bit longer than anticipated. No problem. I flipped my car off and sat enjoying my new playlist while Andrew’s luggage came through. He hopped in the car, we hugged and then I tried to start my car.

“TRIED” being the operative word here.

My car, which is only 4 years old, has never given me a mechanical problem in it’s life, and JUST received it’s brand new shiny inspection sticker FIVE DAYS AGO, wouldn’t start. Instead it sounded like a dying prehistoric bird. Oh and every light on the dash lit up and flashed like a god damn disco.

Luckily Logan Airport has it’s own version of AAA and they sent someone out in about 2 minutes to give me a jump.

BUT SERIOUSLY? A $100 parking ticket for no reason and a dead car which is actually in perfect condition. ALL IN ONE HOUR.

You’re lucky I edit most of my hot messery out of my blog day to day. Although who doesn’t like a little self deprecating humor and laughing at the misfortune of others? Maybe I’ll start a blog dedicated entirely to the ridiculousness in hopes that MTV will pick up my reality show.