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So I was actually born 20 days ago and celebrated my birthday with Jordan about 22 days ago.Ā The weekend before my birthday (which was on a Tuesday) Jordan took me on a weekend getaway trip.Ā Part of the present was that the trip was a surprise.
Now the surprise aspect was part of the gift because I love surprises and Jordan canāt keep them.Ā He gets too excited and wants to give you your present the second he buys it.Ā And because heās so on top of his life, this usually means he tells you what he got you for Christmas three weeks early.
I realize that this inability to keep presents secret stems from his desire to please so I canāt gripe about it too much.Ā However, because it was my birthday and because that means Iām in charge and get everything I want (or thatās at least how Heidi felt about it on The Hills)- he had to keep it a secret.
Now, I thought he was going to take me to Montreal or Maine for the weekend- some place that we had talked about going before- but when we started going West on I-90 I got confused.Ā I began to think he was taking me home for the weekend which would have been nice but totally non-inventive.Ā Or I thought we were going to Sturbridge Village which would really only be a pipe dream because there is no way he would take me there.Ā Unfortunately.
However, we breezed right by my exit (and the exit to Sturbridge Village for that matter) which left me completely confused.Ā Only when I caught sight of a sign for Tanglewood did I know he was taking me to the Berkshires.Ā At first I thought, āReally?Ā The Berkshires?Ā What are we, 50 years old and looking to rekindle our romance?āĀ But then I stopped being so judgmental and decided to wait and see what he had in store for me.
Like me, you are probably wondering why the Berkshires?Ā Well, certainly not to go camping- I hate setting up tents and Jordanās afraid of ticks.Ā Plus neither of us could start a fire if our life depended on it.Ā Iām sure we would have gone on a hike or two if it hadnāt been raining the whole time though- we can go outside, we just canāt stay there overnight.Ā But beyond hiking, we went to the Berkshires because for some odd reason, this is where MassMOCA (The Massachusetts Museum of Art) is located.
First off, we stayed at the Holiday Inn which made me feel like Snoop Dogg.Ā I absolutely loved being able to control the climate without worrying about the energy bill at the end of the night.Ā The town we stayed in, North Adams, was very small and quaint.Ā Lots of local eateries and art shops as well as the typical chain restaurants like Subway, McDonalds, and Papa Ginos.
Now, I had heard a lot about Papa Ginos and it had gotten rave reviews from my coworkers.Ā For the past month and a half, every time we passed a Papa Ginos I would yell out āPapa Ginos!āĀ Jordan told me I had become obsessed.Ā I pretty much had.Ā Apparently it was the place to go.
So you can guess how excited I was when Jordan and I were heading home from a neighboring town where we had just watched the new Karate Kid movie in theaters and he said he was hungry.Ā āLetās go to Papa Ginos!ā I cried.Ā He consented.Ā It was not very good but it at least had a nice thinnish crust.Ā I liked it more than Jordan- he said it tasted like Saltines.Ā I like Saltines.Ā Clearly, he doesnāt.
So basically, since the weather was rainy all weekend, we just ate, explored the various small towns and spent an afternoon at Mass MOCA.Ā The museum was super cool- my favorite exhibit was the kidsā one.Ā All the art was made out of food.Ā They had a video playing of Godzilla attacking a Jello New York City.Ā They also had sea scapes made out of fruit loops and other genius things.
I guess all the sweets in the art exhibit made me crave a birthday treat that evening as I hadnāt had one yet that weekend.Ā Jordanās Iphone indicated that there was a Friendlyās near our hotel and so I forced him outside that night to walk there.Ā The season premier of two HBO shows that we wanted to see were on at 10pm and Jordan was worried we wouldnāt make it back on time.Ā However, he couldnāt refuse me my birthday treat or he would have been a bad person.
So off we walked to go to Friendlyās.Ā I knew exactly what I was going to get- a Reeceās pieces sundae.Ā One of my favorites.Ā I had eaten it on one of the first dates Jordan and I went on in Maine.Ā This was not unusual behavior for me at the beginning of our relationship.Ā I definitely gained some weight over the first few months but I think I wooed him eventually with my enthusiasm every time he suggested going to Taco Bell at midnight.
But anyway, as we began to enter North Adamās residential area the suburban girl in me got scared.Ā I mean, there were 28 year-old men on BMX bikes passing us.Ā 28 year-old men on BMX bikes frighten me.Ā Men on BMX bikes frighten me- they always seem to be huge jerks.Ā Or maybe itās because Watertown is littered with young teenage hooligans and their dumb BMX bikes.Ā They always ride on the sidewalk and yell at each other.Ā Sigh.
So I got scared.Ā And I told Jordan I was scared. Ā And he didnāt tell me that I should be scared but then againā¦ he didnāt tell me that I shouldnāt.Ā So I made him turn around in retreat.Ā āYouāre crushing my masculinityā he whined to me.Ā But I didnāt think either of us was up for a BMX battle.Ā He roller blades for Godās sake!Ā And I had just cut my nails and so was defenseless- like a little de-nailed cat.
Anyway, I had remembered there was a McDonalds around and it was in a well-lit area so I led him there.Ā After passing some people blasting absurdly loud metal music from their SUV and yelling, we made it safely into the McDonalds.Ā I ended up buying myself (Jordan didnāt have any money on him) a Reeces Pieces Mcflurry and shared it with Jordan on the walk back to the hotel.Ā He pretended he didnāt want any at first but not even Jordan was man enough to resist my Mcflurry.Ā We arrived back at the hotel at 9:50pm, perfect timing for us to watch our series premiers.
Though I didnāt get a birthday cake that weekend, sharing my $2.79 Mcflurry with Jordan after our pilgrimage was the best birthday treat I could have.Ā I didnāt have to fight anyone and I got the ice cream, peanut butter, chocolate medley I was craving.
Upon our homecoming Jordan made this video of the trip.Ā It may look like all we did was eat and walk but you know what?Ā Thatās kind of true.
Shhhh,
Steph
āWouldnāt it be so awesome to work here?ā Jordan asked, showing me a photo of Wieden and Kennedyās (an advertising company that brings you these brilliant Old Spice commercials) office space.Ā I looked.Ā It was damn cool.Ā There was one photo of people playing ping pong.
āHonestly, I hope you never get a job at a place like that,ā I replied, looking at him straight in the eye.Ā āBecause then youād never come home.Ā Iām sure they have a pizza vending machine and Mac screens that are 42 inches wide.āĀ He laughed in reply, a little too loudly if you ask me.Ā I think he knew that would be the case.
Jordan really seems to be making strides on his future plans- going to Dartmouth for a summer program, looking at Grad schools, networking, and maintaining a new and very professional blog.Ā This however, makes me nervous.Ā And not because I feel like I need to compete with him- I hope he does extremely well and is super happy with his life because then heāll buy me lots of presents and we can have a maid.Ā Or at least a new bed.
I think that watching Jordan figure out his future freaks me out because I then feel as though I need to figure out mine.Ā And I certainly do.Ā But really, I am having a future freeze.Ā I have no blog ideas, canāt get myself to start exploring graduate school programs, and donāt want to begin studying for the GREs.Ā Instead, I keep making cold bean salad with too much red onion in it (I just had it for lunch and am typing this while chewing three pieces of Trident gum) and watching The Real Housewives of Orange County.Ā I canāt even water my plants regularly because every time I think about it I get afraid to enter our enclosed front porch to do it because I think theyāll all be dead and Iāll feel like a failure.Ā Itās like how we put out a āhumane mousetrapā (a trap that just literally traps the mouse luring it in with peanut butter so you can let it go outside) and I havenāt checked if itās gotten heavier since we put it out on Monday because Iām afraid the mouse went in there and got too freaking hot and died and then Iāll feel like a murderer.Ā Itās been so hot these days Iāve felt like I was going to die so being trapped in a little gray piece of plastic next to a huge pile of JIF peanut butter (ew) would definitely cause death soon after.
While at work today I began to freak out again about my future (these freakouts come in waves).Ā I suddenly found I couldnāt stay at my desk anymore because I was an utter failure and couldnāt be near a computer without actually using it to move my life forward by writing a blog post about Lady Gaga or Lebron James that will get me 10,000 hits.Ā So I decided to get outside and do the only things that can make me feel better about my seemingly aimless life- I went to Anne Taylor and then to a Farmersā Market on my lunch break.
And as I was perusing the over-priced blouses and then the brightly colored bunches of swiss chard I realized that itās not that Iām not thinking on a daily basis- Iām just not taking action on these thoughts.Ā Iām not tweeting them, blogging them, or making a 3-month plan to actualize them.Ā Instead I tell myself every night that Iām going to clean the toilet or check the inhumane humane mouse trap and then donāt.Ā And itās not that I lie on the floor drooling instead, I am still cooking dinner, tidying things, reading feminist blogs, deciding that male enhancement drugs are part of rape culture — nothing that will get me 10,000 hits on my blog.
So Iām going to begin taking action and it starts with this blog post.Ā From here Iām going to do some research about psychotherapy, start writing some ideas down for a book, find a feminist website that will allow me to rant about how cats are the women of the domestic pet world, post on this blog at least once every-other day and begin studying for the GREs.Ā Mark my words.
And with that being said, Iām also planning to get a pedicure on Saturday.
Shhhh,
Steph
Soā¦ Iām kind-of a robot.Ā My mom tells me that when I was younger I used to say āI have my rules and regulations.āĀ Well, at age 22 (almost 23), I totally do.Ā I have an exact way that I shower, an exact way that I prepare my breakfast in the morning.Ā I wake up at the exact time each weekday morning and leave the house at the exact time.Ā I catch the exact bus, and perform the exact same āsettling into workā routine.Ā I am very regular to say the least, and it seems to be working out well for me.
Unfortunately for others, I think that I sometimes push my robot-ness on them.Ā Some people more than others.Ā Like Jordan.Ā Poor Jordan.Ā He likes to cook his eggs and then transfer them to his plate with the fire still burning, then put the pan back on the flame while he searches around for the next food-stuff to put in the pan.Ā Every time I see him do that my robot switchboard goes haywire.Ā I canāt stand it and it takes all of my energy not to say something (often times I donāt have enough energy and say something and then sound like a mom).
But, to my defense- I have reasoning behind some of my robotic-ness, including this situation.Ā Here it is:
A) Open flames are bad.Ā Theyāre just bad.Ā Eventually I want a cat.Ā And Jordan wants an English bull dog.Ā And though probably the English bull dog will never make it onto the counter top by the stove to meet its fiery demise (imagine an English bull dog leaping from the floor onto a counter top… it doesnāt seem physically possible.Ā If it happened it would be viral on Youtube), my cat will be stealth and will slither around the whole apartment.Ā And it will be furry.Ā And it will most likely jump on the counter tops.Ā And so it will be like smoking a cigarette while filling up your car with gas wearing a polyester suit- my precious cat might very well go up in flames because Jordan didnāt turn off the fire under the pan.Ā And then Iād be psychologically damaged for life.
B) Nonstick pans (which we have) should not be heated up without anything in them (like oil etc.) or they release toxins.Ā I read that somewhere, I swear.
So think about it- I might get all robotically upset about this behavior but itās only because I want to eschew cancer and not watch my domestic pet go up in flames on a Sunday morning.Ā Quite non-robotic reasons if you ask me — very emotional.Ā Iām an emotional robot.
But though I might push my anal-retentiveness onto others, I assert itās still endearing — at least for now.Ā I think Jordan is secretly amused that I enter the bedroom (after my yoga and making my tea and putting on the coffee- IN THAT ORDER) at the same time his alarm clock goes off every morning.Ā I think he finds it endearing that I donāt like the wine-stained part of the cork to be facing up in a re-corked bottle of wine.Ā Iām a great travel partner- I always know where Iām going to the minute and I always make plans (though I will comment if your gas station snack has a ton of added sugar).Ā I can direct people very efficiently while walking, I always wake up on time and Iāll never forget that we made plans for a certain date.Ā And thatās not a bad way to live, even if I do shudder when Jordan makes breakfast.Ā And hey, I might be robotic but at least Iām not a psychopath.Ā Right?
Shhhh,
Steph
I discovered that I have a latent superiority complex that comes from being a college graduate.Ā I learned this yesterday when I took my cousin to her college orientation at the University of Rhode Island.Ā She came to Boston from Indiana, and since she was so close, it only made sense for me to ferry her there for her first real experience of college.
I was excited for this trip as I hadnāt seen my cousin in a long time nor had I spent a significant amount of time with her alone.Ā We had a lot to catch up on including family, boys, high school, friends, body modification and of course, college.Ā Besides coming to the conclusion that I donāt remember my freshman year at Bates for the life of me (too much going on I guess, system overload), I also realized that once you graduate college, being a college grad becomes the best thing since sliced bread.Ā Just like your grandpa thinks heās superior because he fought in a war and walked six miles to school in the snow, I think Iām superior because I am out of college and older and wiser (or so I think).
When we arrived on campus, we were rather early for registration.Ā After finding the building where we would check in, we had to decide our next moves as there was no one in the buildingās office.Ā There was a giant group of students all in URI tee shirts who were obviously the orientation leaders.Ā They were gathered around outside the registration building taking group pictures while two older ladies yelled at them to keep quiet (very high school assembly — it was kind of weird).
Anyway, my cousin said she was feeling shy and didnāt know what to ask so that we could get her settled in.Ā āOh, Iāll take care of it,ā I said nonchalantly.Ā I mean, these were just college kids — Iād been there, done that.Ā I wasnāt worried about looking cool, I just wanted my cousin to get settled in properly.Ā This wasnāt my school, it was way more important that she looked cool than me.
So I walked right up to them and said āHi, my cousin Allison is an incoming freshman and she is checking in early today as sheās coming from out of state.āĀ Everyone started at me like I was some alien- I looked like I could be in college but I was clearly not because I was so efficient and smart!
Anyway, after being confused for a bit and making us wait around in the humid hotness (I arrived home looking like a cat that had just gone through the dryer on high), they showed us inside and got us registered.Ā We managed to find her room but not before we passed a sign in the hallway about āavoiding the freshman 15.āĀ My cousin looked terrified.Ā āOh donāt worry about it,ā I said trying to assuage her fears.Ā āI gained the freshman 19.Ā Just donāt eat Papa Johns pizza in bed 5 days a week.āĀ She looked even more terrified.
We entered the room where she would be staying for her orientation and it was a very. tiny. triple.Ā I had lived in a triple my freshman year but it was way bigger than this one.Ā When she asked me what bed she should claim if she has a choice of bunk beds I said the top because then random people wonāt be sitting on your bed.Ā Also, my freshman year I would never put my clothes away and would just pile them on my bed.Ā Then at night I would climb under the giant mass of clothes and my blanket and go to sleep.Ā My roommate who slept under me used to get mad because errant socks would slip down the wall onto her bed and sometimes get on her face while she was sleeping.Ā You want your socks to be going in other peoplesā faces- not the other way around.
After I helped her put her twin extra-long sheets on her bed, we laid back and talked for a while before it was time for her to register and for me to go.Ā She walked me out to my car, I gave her a hug and wished her well.Ā As I watched her walk back to the building my heart hurt- I was so excited for her, but I also wanted so badly for her to enjoy her entire college experience from orientation to graduation.Ā I hope her philistine college orientation leaders show her a good time.
Shhhh,
Steph
Iāve had a series of disappointments lately regarding farmers’ markets.Ā Let me begin by saying that I totally romanticize them.Ā I imagine healthy, amazing, local produce that is awesomely delicious and if used, will turn me into a fabulous cook rather than the mediocre one I am in real-life.Ā And itās not because Iām not a good cook — I think Iām mediocre because I donāt use the best ingredients.Ā I leave out herbs that I donāt want to buy, I use frozen food a lot and I donāt cook with a lot of fat.Ā Thatāll do it, thatāll make any dish bland and Julia Child turn over in her grave.Ā But let me just say- that womanās hubby in the movie Julie and Julia or whatever better have worked on Wall Street because she was certainly not paying for all those insane ingredients on her paycheck at the call center.Ā Sigh.
So anyway, I have this idea in my head that I can bargain shop at these huge farmerās markets and get all this lovely food and then make delicious dinners that will last for three days straight (though now that Jordanās school has stopped serving lunch, he takes leftovers from home and having two dinners out of one dish is just not a possibility.)
My first farmerās market excursion was planned for two weekends ago when the first ones were opening up.Ā I was totally excited and planned to go with my old Bates roomie who was visiting from NYC.Ā It was in Somerville and ended at 1pm on Saturday.Ā We stayed up until 4am on Friday.Ā Needless to say, we didnāt make it.Ā We bought sandwiches for lunch and then went to Trader Joes.
Next excursion was to a farmerās market in Westport this past weekend.Ā I went with my parents and was all excited.Ā It was disappointingly small but I did get some wonderfully cheap and beautiful rainbow chard.Ā I made a curry with it.Ā Using a curry sauce I bought from Trader Joes.Ā Sigh.Ā Thatās what I mean.Ā It just wasnāt that good.Ā Because I was using frozen chicken and Trader Joes curry sauce.Ā But the chard was fantastic.
Next experience was the farmerās market in Harvard Square yesterday.Ā I was super excited yet again, always the hopeful one.Ā It had been casual day at work so I was all ready to hoist my groceries home with me.Ā The market had gotten a lot of publicity and I was ready to find my cooking muse somewhere in all the stalls.Ā Well, I got there andā¦ it was small.Ā And the food was REALLY expensive.Ā Like $4 for rainbow chard.Ā No thanks.Ā Iād rather buy a falafel for that price and have a meal.Ā Anyway, I ended up buying some lettuce and 1/2lb of sugar snap peas for $2.50 because theyĀ were delicious.Ā Iāll use them in a quinoa gratin this week (see, Iām totally a chef).
But as I walked back from my third farmerās market attempt, I felt like someone who was consistently going on bad dates.Ā Why were these markets so disappointing?Ā Why were they small and expensive and lackluster?Ā Why wasnāt I finding true love?Ā I was trying so hard!
Well of course, in any situation where you have high expectations that are not based on reality, I realized I was causing my own disappointment.Ā It was I who expected these farmerās markets to be like the The Common Ground Fair or stalls at the Phish concerts I went to in high school (except the glass pipes would be ripe, inexpensive strawberries and the grilled cheese stands would be selling fresh and vibrant summer vegetables.)Ā I wanted that.Ā But I made it up.Ā I realize that now.
So my next farmerās market trip is going to be this Saturday, I refuse to give up my search for the perfect market.Ā There is one in Waltham, the city next to me.Ā I am going to go with an open mind this time.Ā But while I will go with an open mind, I will also go expecting to leave with a fresh baked loaf of whole wheat bread, some asparagus, fresh spinach, and rainbow chard, some ripe and delicious strawberries and peaches, and perhaps some non-pasteurized creamy, delectable cheese.Ā And maybe a little woven basket and some all-natural hand lotion. All for a bargain.Ā But thatās all I ask.Ā Really.
Shhhh,
Steph
Last night was Thursday, so at 5 p.m. a couple of co-workers and I decided to go out in Harvard Square for a drink.Ā As I was sitting among my fellow office-mates, I couldnāt get a previous conversation out of my head.Ā This conversation was about reputation.
Earlier in the week I had attended a Staff Assistant meeting where someone planned and gave a presentation on reputation management.Ā She highlighted that we should think of our reputations as organic, living and breathing things that are highly influenced.Ā The take-home message of the presentation was that we need to take charge of our reputations because theyāre ours.Ā It was sort of like the talk my mom gave me when I was young about how my body is mine and no one has the right to manipulate it if it makes me feel uncomfortable and that I can get them in trouble.Ā (However, itās not quite the same because people can manipulate your reputation whether you feel uncomfortable or not and unless youāre Pamela Anderson or someone, itās not really feasible to take someone to court for reputation manipulation aka. defamation).
But anyway, back to taking charge of your reputation.Ā My co-worker asked us all sorts of questions such as āWho is in a position to support or derail your career?āĀ āWhat would you like people to say about you?ā āList three actions you can take to manage your reputationā and āWhat is Harvardās reputation and how will its reputation affect your job search internally or externally?ā
Well these questions first made me paranoid that I wasnāt working to control my reputation enough.Ā I wasnāt constantly watching my actions inside and outside the office.Ā I never brush my hair.Ā Once I saw a co-worker on a Friday night when I went out to a sushi dinner with Jordan, and I looked like a British rocker.Ā And then I didnāt introduce Jordan because I didnāt want her to feel as though I was pulling her into my private life but then she introduced herself and I felt totally awkward.Ā But then I might have won her back when I muttered ācurses!ā in front of her when the printer wasnāt working, and she seemed to think it was novel.
Then I got paranoid that even if I did diligently watch my conduct, I might be hurt by association.Ā A future employerās son may have just been wait-listed at Harvard right before I interview with them, and they may decide to hate me based on the fact that I just came from Harvard.Ā Some senior administrator in the office may not like one of the Staff Assistants and may see me one day eating with them in the lunch room and then associate me with what they dislike.Ā There are numerous situations that I just canāt control.
But your reputation is one of those situations where you must work to control what you can (Which is so totally frustrating no?Ā Why work hard to control something that you canāt really ever control?)Ā But I guess thatās life- you have to do your best but recognize that some things are just beyond your control.
So what does ādoing your bestā mean in this situation?Ā Unfortunately, it means paying attention and being professional.Ā And frankly, paying attention and being professional are two things that are really difficult to do, no matter who you are.Ā Really, letās think about it: who is completely aware of their actions and the present moment all of the time?Ā Ummm, the Dalai Lama.Ā And heās probably enlightened or something.Ā And I bet mad professional as well.Ā The real answer is: not many people.
So I think Iām going to look at it like baby steps- I will work to be aware of what I say to others both inside and outside the office.Ā Then I will move on to being aware of my body language and my written communication.Ā Then once I get proficient at this and get a lay of the land, I will begin to strategize for my future here- who should I be interacting with, how, and how often?Ā How do other people in the office who I admire handle similar work situations?Ā How can I assure that I am perceived as a dedicated, interested, and loyal employee?
This looks like a process that never ends, and it wonāt.Ā I guess thatās what I took away from the reputation presentation.Ā Because a reputation is organic, it isnāt static.Ā I canāt just build it and leave it alone to do its thing.Ā I have to shape my reputation every day — perform it if you will (any fans of Judith Butler out there?)Ā Somehow I have to make other people see me the way I want them to see me, not the way they want to see me.Ā And that, I think, is the mark of a successful person.Ā Getting people to see you in the way you want them.Ā And then youāll have an awesome reputation.Ā Because you formed it.
Shhhh,
Steph
Iām really into cooking blogs these days.Ā I read them all the time.Ā Basically, a cooking blog is a blog where someone just writes about what they made for dinner.Ā Some are more elaborate than others.
I look to these blogs for inspiration and also just to see what other people are cooking, young and old alike.Ā And of course I find myself comparing what I make on any given night to these cooking blogs.Ā When I was unemployed, I could spend a good deal of my day cooking, it was a nice activity that helped me forget that I was jobless and alone all day.Ā It worked out well- I would cook and Jordan would do the dishes.
Then I got my bank job.Ā And lo and behold, I was still cooking every night.Ā Then Jordanās job began to get hectic.Ā And lo and behold he stopped doing the dishes every night.Ā I felt like Betty Friedan — bitter that I was still cooking and adhering to a schedule that worked when I was unemployed even though I was coming home at 6:30 every evening while being white and privileged.Ā Sulking in my JCrew outfit, mad that the man in my life would get home before me and make himself a sandwich, leaving me to fend for myself.Ā He could have at least gotten take out, right ladies??
But anyway, Iāve tried to find a balance.Ā Once I bought all frozen dinners.Ā But frozen dinners are dinky.Ā Jordan nearly starved that week, and we ran out of sandwich supplies by Thursday.Ā An epic fail.Ā Great if youāre living alone.Ā But not so great for us.
So now Iām back to cooking.Ā And sometimes I try something new while also sticking to tried-and-true favorites.Ā And I think about what my cooking blog would be like.
For example, I could have posted a weekās worth of entries about my foray with what Iāve deemed āthe pork log.āĀ Iām sure Iāve referenced it before- a big, frozen log of pork given to Jordan for his birthday.Ā It was just sitting in the freezer.Ā Ew.
So I asked my mom how to cook it in a simple way so that I could use it for many dishes.Ā I rubbed it with salt and pepper, and stabbed it in places and embedded garlic cloves like micro chips in a sci-fi movie.Ā I then baked it.Ā For too long.Ā So it was a bit dry.Ā But it was cooked.Ā And tasty.Ā It would have been better if it was a better pork log — I blame the pig.
So then I made some dishes with this pork: pork fried rice, pork with mac and cheeseā¦ then I stopped eating it and tried to force-feed it to Jordan.Ā āAre you hungry my love?ā I would coo.Ā āHave some pork.āĀ Ew.Ā By the end of the log I hated it.Ā Jordan hated it too.Ā No amount of cooing could get either of us to eat it.Ā I threw the rest of it in the trash after it had been in our fridge for a week and a half.
Today at lunch someone asked me if I was a vegetarian as I sat eating my kale, tofu and soba noodles with parmesan cheese and leeks.Ā āNo,ā I said āBut I donāt like to cook it.Ā I donāt like touching it.āĀ I thought back to the rigging the pork log for the oven- it was not pleasant.
Iām going over to a friendās house for dinner tonight.Ā This friend cooks real Italian food and by real I mean his sauce is homemade and has at least three kinds of meat in it, one of it always being veal.Ā It is always delicious.Ā Perhaps I will stick to the soy with the occasional āI donāt want to cook so Iām making a peanut butter and banana sandwich and you can eat cotton balls for all I care (as long as they’re not the cotton balls I used to tone my face)ā and let my friends take care of the meat.Ā I can always go to Burger King.Ā Unfortunately, this attitude doesnāt make a good cooking blog.
Shhhh,
Steph
So now that itās finally not cold any more, itās hot.Ā Like really hot.Ā And because itās been so hot, I opened our apartment windows for the first time this season because I was worried I would suffocate in bed.Ā Body heat is a blessing in the winter and (almost) enough reason to stay single forever in the summer.
But anyway, I love opening windows because I like airing out the apartment.Ā I also love hearing the sounds from outside and feeling breezes on my skin.Ā However, those blissful feelings arenāt enough to make me love open windows.Ā In fact, I kind of hate them.Ā Well, Iāll say itās a love-hate relationship that has existed my entire life.
Why you ask?Ā Because no architect can seem to make screens that fit well enough to keep the worldās bug population OUT.Ā Hence they stream in the second I open a window.Ā Whether it is a spider on the ceiling that I notice while Iām doing yoga or the weird flying ant on our shower mat- bugs have taken over our apartment.Ā And I hate it.Ā Because they are gross.
In 6th grade I stepped on a bee in my bedroom and it stung me.Ā In my own bedroom.Ā What a violation!Ā I wore shoes in my house for the next two years.Ā I remember in high school, when it was spring, my dad would call up to us āIām turning on the attic fan tonight!Ā Open all the windows!āĀ I just straight-up wouldnāt.Ā Inevitably bugs would climb through the cracks and infest my private space.
So what do I do when I encounter one of these rogue bugs?Ā Well, in high school Ā I went after a black fly in my room.Ā I chased it for 30 minutes, finally crushing it by throwing āThe Jungle Bookā on it.Ā I cried the whole evening, confessing to my dad that I had killed, yes a fly, and that I felt terrible.Ā He consoled me.
So now my bug dealings are situation specific.Ā If Jordan isnāt home I moan a little and curl my lips in disgust but just move to another room, hoping it decides to leave that second because it realizes its way too hot in the apartment.Ā Basically, if Jordan isnāt home I do nothing.
However, if Jordan is home I do something very specific.Ā I wail āJooordan!Ā Thereās a bug.Ā Can you come here?āĀ He gets up from whatever heās doing and with a sense of duty, which I really think he honestly feels, he grabs a paper towel and comes marching into whatever room Iām in, prepared to kill the bug.
And I really want him to kill it.Ā I do.Ā Because itās gross and itās in my home and could climb up my nightgown while Iām sleeping.Ā But then when I see him advancing with the paper towel and I see the bug just exploring, unaware that its life is about to come to an end, I freak out.Ā Like I really freak out.Ā Like I lunge toward him and yell āNO!ā like heās about to throw Stimpy (my favorite cat for those of you who donāt know) off of a cliff with my life savings in an envelope tied to her tail.Ā Sometimes I actually grab him.Ā Iām pretty sure I have crazy eyes though those moments are always a bit blurry to me.
He always responds predictably.Ā He shakes me off once and says āLet me just do itā and he moves toward the bug.Ā Then I respond predictably, transforming into a part pleading, part desperate human being by saying āJordan DONāT do it!Ā Iāll take care of it.Ā DONāT!āĀ And then I put my body between him and the bug, sometimes arms outstretched for dramatic effect.
Then he gets it.Ā He gets that if he actually continued to move and killed the bug, he would lose me for at least the next few days.Ā I, personally, am not even sure how I would react.Ā I just know I would be really REALLY angry.Ā Like wrathful.Ā And I would probably hit him.Ā Not in the face but on the arm or something.Ā And I would definitely cry.Ā And he doesnāt want that, the one thing I think heās learned from Real Housewives of New Jersey was when this husband agrees to pay for his wifeās boob job and then says āHappy wife, happy life.āĀ And Iām so glad he gets it.Ā Because Iāll never stop asking him to kill bugs and Iāll also never stop stopping him from doing so after I ask him.
Last night after I consecutively sentenced to death and then saved a flying ant on the bathroom mat, I slumped against the wall emotionally exhausted.Ā And when any other coupleās exchange would consist of a āThank you for doing that,ā ours consisted of me saying āThank you for always coming to do that and then not doing it.ā
Then I trapped the bug in a glass, took it outside, and let it free.Ā Sometimes I just throw the cup out the door if itās plastic and collect it later, but Jordan was watching.
All I can say is: we need an air conditioner.
Shhhh,
Steph
This past Saturday two of our Bates friends decided to throw themselves a birthday party at Six Flags, an amusement park in Agawam, MA.Ā When I first received the invitation I was super excited.Ā The last time I had been to Six Flags was when I was a camp counselor in high school.Ā I remember I went on a crazy ride, The Superman, and absolutely loved it.Ā Or so I remembered it that way.
Jordan and I woke up early on Saturday morning so we could get to the park by 11am (its about a 1 Ā½ hour drive from our place).Ā A Bates friend drove to our house so we could all carpool together.Ā The drive started off a bit rocky, with the miniās GPS messing up as it always does and me having to correct it, but other than that, the drive was nice- a scenic, rural, Massachusetts tour.Ā We passed lots of independent and obviously local businesses with funny names like Kozy Shack and such.Ā I asked Jordan if he wanted to spend the night at the Plantation Inn, a hotel off of one of the exits we took.Ā He said no because he didnāt want to get his foot chopped off when we tried to leave.
When we finally arrived at the Six Flags parking lot, parking was $15.Ā Well, first let me say that the GPS got all confused again and Jordan asked me which way I thought it was pointing us in the roundabout ahead.Ā āWhy donāt we just follow the signs that say āSix Flagsā?ā I suggested.
That made it easy and then parking was a boatload of money.Ā That set the tone for the day- lots and lots of money spending.Ā I decided to take Jordanās fanny pack and sneak a sandwich into it.Ā They tell you that you cant bring bags on the rides, which makes sense and I had sunscreen, my wallet, and my sandwich- all things that I wasnāt going to part with on this trip.Ā I didnāt want to be sunburned, with change in my pockets, and paying $10 dollars for a hotdog.Ā You may think I was being ridiculous but my lips got majorly sunburned (I forgot chapstick) and it turns out hotdogs were $9.99 in the park- I wasnāt so far off!
We took the trolley from our car to the park and ended up waiting a while for everyone to convene.Ā That was the second theme of the day- lots of waiting for people.Ā Finally two of our friends showed up to join the wait- the girl who had the tickets wasnāt coming until later.Ā While we waited we talked about amusement parks, what we did last night, the people rushing by us to go into the park, and other things.Ā Somehow I ended up talking about how I thought I was going to get attacked by a dog on my way home from work the other night and made the decision that I would protect my face first.Ā āThatās vain,ā someone said (very judgmentally if you ask me).Ā āItās not vain, itās smart,ā I replied.Ā āYouāre saving yourself a lifetime of stares.ā
One Bates kid then asked me āDo you know what to do if youāre attacked by a dog?ā
āCurl in a ball?ā I answered.
āNo,ā he said authoritatively.Ā āYou knee it in the chest and yell āGo Home!āĀ Iāve done it a few times, once with a Rottweiler, and itās always worked.āĀ Knee it in the chest?Ā Really?Ā I donāt think Iād be of sound enough mind to remember to knee it in the chest.
āThatās what they teach us ladies to do in self defense class,ā I answered.Ā (Its true, knee them where it hurts and yell āNO!ā which is basically the same as āGo home!ā)Ā āHave you really been attacked by that many dogs?ā I asked.Ā Apparently, he had.Ā And apparently he had kneed some of them.Ā Fun fact.
By the time this conversation ended the girl with the tickets had shown up with the rest of the group.Ā We then entered the park.Ā We decided to get food first as everyone was starving.Ā I had eaten breakfast so I didnāt really feel the need to eat yet.Ā Plus, I had my sandwich that I had snuck in, even though they checked my fanny pack.Ā (Apparently youāre not allowed to bring food or drink into the park.Ā What a farce!)
Anywho, after the dog kneer argued with the check-out woman a bit about his sandwich, we went straight to The Bizzarro- the newest and currently most coveted ride at Six Flags.Ā It was a crazy roller coaster that has intense drops though it didnāt go upside-down so I thought Iād be fine.Ā Waiting in line we realized the ride spit fire at one point.Ā We waited in line for 1 Ā½ hours.Ā As our line moved closer to the spitting fire Jordan said, āGod I feel like Iām in a BBQ.ā (It was very hot fire)Ā āNo thatās just Zinoās sandwich,ā I replied.Ā He had gotten a disgusting roast beef sandwich with BBQ sauce smothered all over it.Ā It stank.Ā āHe kept asking for more and more BBQ sauce,ā our other friend said.Ā āThis is disgusting, I canāt eat it,ā Zino declared.Ā So much for Six Flagsā roast beef.
Near the end of our wait everyone began asking me if I was scared.Ā I was clearly the sissy of the group.Ā āNo, Iāve been waiting so long Iām scornful and I actually feel so much scorn that Iām not scared anymore.Ā And if I die on this ride at least I wonāt have to wait in any more hellish lines,ā I replied.Ā I wish that had been true.Ā I did feel scorn though.
When we were within seeing distance of the ride, I had to pee.Ā I hadnāt drunk a thing but I had to pee.Ā I was super nervous.Ā Finally they strapped me in next to Jordan and up we went.Ā I canāt remember much except that I opened my eyes twice for about one second each time and thought I was going to die.Ā Not that I was going to vomit, or cry, or even freak out- I thought that I was going to straight up die.Ā All the signs were warning people about the people the ride wasnāt suited for- pregnant ladies, people with back issues, people with heart issues.Ā I secretly think I have a heart issue.
Anyway, when it was over I emerged with the worst headache known to (wo)man.Ā I had experienced an adrenal squeeze and I was not exhilarated from it- I was debilitated.Ā I realized at that point that I should never fight for fun or egg-on wild animals in order to get chased for kicks (unless I was confident I could knee it in the chest).
One of our friendās wallets had flown out of her pocket on that ride to I went to the lost and found with her.Ā When we went to meet up with everyone else I took one look at the ride they were waiting for- the Mind Eraser- and said āNo!āĀ Everyone went āComon’!Ā Blah blah blah, it wonāt be that bad, blah blah blah.āĀ The usual crap that you say when you just want someone to do something.Ā But no, I was not going.Ā I waited with all the moms and held everyoneās glasses and sipped $3 water, trying to recover.
By the time everyone had gone on the second ride I was feeling better and was willing to go on the next- The Batman- for Jordan and my relationshipās sake.Ā I didnāt want to be the fragile Debbie-downer I always was.Ā So I went to the bathroom and got into another line.Ā This one went quicker but by the time we reached the ride I had to use the bathroom again.Ā āI donāt like seeing you terrified, but you look adorable,ā Jordan said.Ā I didnāt register this perverted compliment, instead like a pregnant woman giving birth and yelling at her babyās daddy āLook what youāve done to me!ā I wailed to Jordan āIām doing this for you!ā
But as the man came by to make sure my straps were secure I began to freak out.Ā āSir, I donāt want to do this, please let me out,ā I said.Ā āPshht,ā he replied and pushed the shoulder/lap bar all the way down.Ā It majorly pressed on my bladder.Ā āBut I have to go to the bathroom!ā I cried.Ā āI have to peeeeeeeeeeee!āĀ (I realize retrospectively that I was so scared I was yelling repeatedly that I had to pee in public.Ā Embarrassing, but no one remembers anything at amusement parks because thereās so much stimulation.Ā Too much if you ask me.) Ā Then the ride began.
It was surprisingly better than the first one though I still didnāt open my eyes.Ā I felt like a million dollars afterwards because I had conquered my fear.Ā I went to the bathroom (again) and we moved on the next ride.Ā We did a couple more after that though I definitely did not go on all of them.Ā Like the free fall drop one or the spinning around one.Ā No thank you.
By the end of the day I was exhausted.Ā I had walked for what seemed like miles, hung out with some Bates kids, snuck a sandwich into the park, ridden a few choice rides, and learned that I was definitely, certainly, NOT an adrenaline junkie.Ā Not bad for a Saturday.
Tonight while I was making dinner, I asked Jordan what we should do this Saturday.Ā āLetās go for a bike ride,ā he suggested.Ā āNo!ā I cried dramatically.Ā āI just went to Six Flags last Saturday!Ā Can we spend at least one weekend doing something of which Iām not terrified?ā
āLike what?ā he asked.
āLike taking a walk and going to JCrew?āĀ I answered.Ā āOkay,ā he said.Ā āWeāll go on a hike and then go to JCrew.ā
Readers, he loves me.
Shhhh,
Steph
Yesterday afternoon, I had to leave the office to go buy a gift for two assistants who have been helping me plan two separate events.Ā The break from the office was nice until I got to the book store which is massive: three floors and two separate buildings.Ā Apparently it was 8th graders tour day, and the store was teeming with awkward looking children with braces trying on over-sizedĀ hooded sweatshirts asking each other how they looked.Ā I quickly bought my mugs and left.
As I re-entered my building, I noticed an old man staring at the building map.Ā There was no one at the main building reception desk (with cost cutting no one is there during the day) so I asked the man if he needed help.Ā āThereās no one around hereā he said.Ā āI need to find so-and-soās office and thereās no one around here!āĀ He seemed a bit befuddled.
Poor man, he had a right to be.Ā Thereās nothing in my buildingās lobby except a long hallway, some weird art, and this “Decision Laboratory”.Ā One day some co-workers and I were waiting for someone so we could go out after work and one of them looked at the lab and scoffed.Ā āPssht, what is that?Ā A place where you study decisions or something?āĀ (It was meant to be a joke)Ā āActually, yesā said one of my other co-workers.Ā Really.Ā A place to study decisions.Ā In my building.Ā I should go there some day and ask why I bought those turquoise platform sneakers when I was in 6th grade.
But anyway, this lab obviously wasnāt helping this old man decide where to go (that is a joke).
So, I told him he could come with me to my floor, the 4th, because our receptionist is always there and since I was new, I didnāt want to point him in the wrong direction.Ā āOh youāre new are you?ā he asked in his old man way where you take the subject and the verb and repeat them reversed at the end of the sentence.Ā āDid you go to Harvard?ā
āOh no,ā I said.Ā āI went to school in Maine.ā
āWhich one?ā he asked.Ā (I was surprised, evidently he knew about colleges in Maine).
āBates Collegeā I said.
āAh Bates,ā he said.Ā āHave you ever heard the joke about Bates?ā
āWhy no, I donāt think I have,ā I said.Ā I was interested to hear the joke about Bates.Ā Plus, I donāt think I had ever heard a Bates joke before.
āWhat does a student have to do to get into Bates?ā he asked me.
āI donāt know, what?ā I asked.
āStudy,ā he said.Ā He than gave an old man smile.
That was the joke.Ā āI hadnāt heard that one before, Iāll be sure to tell my Bates friends.ā
Really, I meant āIāll totally blog about this because youāre old and that joke was so funny that it is all just too cute.ā
Shhhh,
Steph