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WTF Comcast?

I’ve lived in my apartment for just about 6 months now, which means the most recent cable bill I received has gone up – no more discount rate for me. Now, this is probably my fault, but I didn’t realize it was going to be over $100. Also, I have the package that’s just a step above basic cable – so I pretty much have no channels or DVR.

My next logical step is to say, let’s get rid of cable. I don’t really watch any shows religiously (except for Animation Domination on Sunday nights on Fox), and huluPlus lets you watch shows right away anyway. Plus, isn’t it THE thing right now to get rid of cable? So, I did a little looking around.

My main problem is that I watch sports. And by watch sports I mean I watch Bruins games religiously. Except when they’re on late because I go to bed at 9. But that’s beside the point. Bruins games are on NESN or NESN+, or when the hockey gods decide they hate us, NBC or NBCSports. If I get rid of cable, or even downgrade to the next lowest package, I lose all those channels. So cutting the cord completely doesn’t work.

Then I found the Roku box. It seems really great in theory. You pay once for the box, have Netflix and huluPlus, and have access to other channels. They do say that the other channels may charge a fee, but don’t SAY what that fee is. Honestly, I just want the History Channel, TLC and Animal Planet (for Ancient Aliens, The Little Couple and Too Cute).

Definitely aliens.

Definitely aliens.

As far as sports goes, it shows that you can get the NHL Network. Cool, right? Sure, if I moved across the country. You can only get out-of-market games. It was pointed out to me that you could do some sort of technical thingy to make the router think you’re somewhere else which would let you get the games, but that’s just too much. Even if I had someone else set it up, if it ever broke I wouldn’t be able to fix it. Le sigh.

So right now I’m just frustrated at how expensive cable is, upset that I can’t get rid of it (well, I COULD, but going to bars to watch sports games all the time gets expensive), and generally perturbed that my cable bill is more expensive than my electric bill and renter’s insurance combined.

Who’s idea was this, anyway?

I Hate Sundays

I love my job. I don’t dislike the weekend ending and having to go to work on Mondays. But I really, REALLY hate Sundays. Some people use Sundays as a day of relaxation and getting ready for the week, but the things I have to do to get ready for the week are annoying. Let’s delve into what they are, shall we?

Meal Planning/Grocery Shopping

I love eating, however, I always prefer when the food is made FOR me. I’m trying to get better with cooking, especially now that I’m living alone, but I tend to be much less adventurous with my meal choices when I’m actually preparing the food. Partly because I just don’t have TIME to make these elaborate meals, and partly because food is so damn expensive. Believe me, I cut coupons, I shop sales, and I buy store brand. But I’m still spending about $50/week on meals. Which is far more than I’d prefer to be spending. And that’s usually without fresh veggies (I tend to buy the frozen steamer veggies – way easier and I can keep them as long as I want).

Also, meal planning is a pain in the ass. As I mentioned earlier, I don’t try a lot of new things, and I’m kind of picky. So, I’d hate to buy all the ingredients for a new recipe only to try it and hate it. Plus, it seems like EVERY “healthy” recipe has quinoa or chia seeds. My coworkers know exactly how I feel about both of those things.


Chia seeds look like frog eggs. End of story.

Trying to choose a different meal for every day of the week is difficult for me as well. As I mentioned, my cooking skills lack variety, so I end up eating a lot of chicken and salmon. And avocado. Which isn’t bad, it just gets boring after a while.


Budgeting is also a Sunday task. I usually review what I spent for the last week, and try to make adjustments for the coming week. This usually means I look at how much money I have until my next paycheck and try to figure out how to feed myself on what’s in my bank account. And have gas in my car to get to work. But let’s be honest here – just because I set a budget doesn’t mean I stick to it. Sure, it makes me think about spending before I spend it…but I usually just spend anyway. I always think to myself, “If I didn’t buy those two pairs of shoes, I’d have that extra $70 in my account this week,” but it never seems to keep me from buying those damn shoes.


My apartment is relatively small, so I don’t have a ton to clean. But bathrooms, man, are the worst. And vacuuming, now that I have a cat, is insane. I clean up the kitchen every night after I shower, and try to vacuum every other day, but fitting that in with cooking and going to the gym or yoga is tough. So Sundays are usually reserved for cleaning the bathroom, dusting, and generally doing a thorough vacuuming of the apartment. Which is effing tiring.

In short, there’s just not enough hours in the day (or the week, for that matter) to live like a functioning adult. I honestly don’t know how you people do it.

What say you, loyal reader?

Getting Back Into It

Well hello there. If you haven’t noticed, it’s been a good 9 months since I’ve posted here. No, I didn’t have a kid (but wouldn’t that be such a kicker if I did?) I’ve gone through a lot of changes in the past 9 months, and I decided it would be fair (and hopefully interesting) to my loyal readership – all two of you – to give a little run down on what I’ve been up to. (And I’m also still obsessed with parenthesis. So. Sorry.)

Job Change

Part of the reason why I stopped writing is because I went through a major change with my work situation. The company I was working for, which I’ll name now – PerkStreet Financial – closed down in September of last year. Long story short, it was VC funded, the VCs decided they didn’t want to give anymore money, and we lost our funding.

Silver lining – I found another job as a social media and community manager at a super cool company called Grasshopper. I have a lot more creative control there, and I’m able to do a lot of stuff I didn’t have resources for in my role at PerkStreet. Also, I can still wear jeans to work and we do a lot of fun stuff in the office. Example: this video we just made for a work project. I also get to write for the blog occasionally – you can check out my posts here (please don’t judge my headshot – it’s awful).

Needless to say, I was super busy with that transition, and eyeball deep in figuring out how to handle social. Getting home at the end of the day after staring at a computer screen for 8 hours does not make for good motivation to write a blog post. So. There’s that.

Living Situation

Going along with getting a new job was getting a new apartment. Grasshopper is slightly farther from my parent’s house that PerkStreet was, however, PS was in the middle of Boston and could be accessed by public transportation. GH is outside the city and can sort of be accessed by public transportation, but not very easily from where I lived. So, on the quest for an apartment I went.

I successfully found an apartment about 20 minutes from the office, in a nice area close to a lot of stuff. It’s just the right size for me (The Boyfriend isn’t living with me yet) and my adorable cat that I adopted in February.

Sassy - the best cat ever.

Sassy – the best cat ever.

Her name is Sassy, and I got her from Black Cat Rescue, an amazing organization dedicated to finding homes for black cats, who have a bad rap and therefore are less likely to be adopted. As I’m writing this, she’s sitting on my lap wondering why I’m not giving her my full attention. Did I mention she’s also a diva?

Getting Physical

So, I’ve written a lot before about trying to become a runner. However, after stopping and starting several times, it’s time to admit: I HATE running. I don’t want to be a runner. Yes, I want to exercise and be healthy, but on my terms. Doing what I want to do. And that, my friends, is yoga.

Okay, I’ve only been to three classes. But after every class I find myself actually EXCITED for the next class. Like, looking forward to when I can go again, rather than dreading having to make myself go to the gym. Don’t get me wrong, I’m keeping my gym membership to use the machines and get my cardio in, but I don’t think I’ll step on the treadmill again unless it’s absolutely necessary.  Expect posts about my yoga journey – it’s pretty intense.

In the interest of time, the cat on my lap, and your waning attention span, I’m going to close this out. I’m hoping I’ll keep up with this – I enjoy writing, even if no one else is reading it. Til next time!


Kids? No Thanks.

First, I want to say that I know a lot of moms, and I admire every one of them. Working moms, stay-at-home moms, moms with one kid, moms with many kids – and I consider you all superwomen. It takes a special kind of gal to decide to bring another human being into this world, and to make sure that they are well cared for and brought up to be a functioning member of society. So please don’t take this as a knock at moms. You’re all great.

I am not one of those gals.

I was at The Boyfriend’s sister’s bridal shower yesterday, and of course the subject of children came up. Apparently it’s still an assumption that when you get engaged you’re already planning on having kids. Can we take things one step at time? Planning a wedding seems stressful enough, who wants to think about having a baby?

Anyway, I made the statement that I don’t want kids. Ever. I generally dislike children. Well, let’s be clear: as long as they aren’t crying, sticky, drooling a lot (more specifically, on me), or talking in that way a four year old talks so it takes an hour for them to tell you a five minute story, then I like them. Generally I like them while they’re small and cute and can’t move around much or talk back. There are a select few that are cute toddlers (and those moms know who they are), but once they get old enough to actually make decisions and know right from wrong, I’m out.

So, back to my statement: no kids. I’ve talked to The Boyfriend about it, as well, and he agrees. Sure, bringing a life into the world is wonderful and all, but right now I can hardly take care of myself, let alone another person. Also, I’m way too selfish for that. We like to take day trips to Maine and New Hampshire, or take off for a weekend once in a while. Once you have a kid, *womp womp*. You gotta get a sitter (and they cost a hell of a lot these days), plan their meals, make sure they have food, emergency numbers, the whole nine yards. Or, if you take them with you, you need to keep them entertained and plan all your activities around them. Ain’t nobody got time for that!

The most annoying part of the kids conversation, though, is when people say, “Oh, you’ll change your mind when you’re older and married.” Or, the ever popular, “It’s different when they’re your own.” NO. NO IT IS NOT. It’s still drool, spit up, poop, waking up at 3am, packing the baby bag, unpacking the baby bag, and on and on. And also, who the hell are you to tell me what *I* will end up wanting in life? If I listened to every person that told me what would happen with my life, I would be in a totally different place than I am today, probably hating life. So, that.

I plan on having a long, happy, childless marriage. With many trips to islands, spontaneous weekend getaways, and maybe even a visit to Canada. All without needing to make room for a carseat among the luggage, or having to deal with crumbs in my purse.

End rant. Thanks for reading.

Color Me Rad: My First 5k

I did it! Well, sort of. A few weeks ago I completed my first 5k. I don’t want to say I RAN it, because I only ran about half of it. But I can still say I completed it! That’s almost as cool, right?

Either way, the 5k I ran was definitely cool. It was Color Me Rad, which basically is exactly as it sounds. At each kilometer, you get showered with dyed cornstarch, so by the end you’re one giant rainbow. It had a reasonably priced entry fee ($35), and the race bib came with a tshirt, sunglasses,  and a “color bomb” that you could throw at the finish line. They also played upbeat music along the route (which was flat and super easy) and had two water stations. Had I trained better, I would have been able to run the whole thing. But that’s what the next one is for!

I just wanted to share my success with the internets since I’ve been going on and on about how I want to stick with this. And share the rad pictures! Yes, there is a mustache on my shirt.

Woo! Purple!

Woo! Purple!

Woo! Finish line!

Woo! Finish line!

My running buddy: Matt!

My running buddy: Matt!

May be the best picture in the history of pictures.

May be the best picture in the history of pictures.

So, About Those Goals…


Two weeks ago I wrote about goals that I wanted to accomplish by the end of this month:

1. Get back to running three times a week

2. Stop buying lunch every day

3. Make a budget and stick to it

I also promised to write an update at the end of the month. Well, it’s the beginning of the next month aaaand……I’ve been less than successful. I have run twice a week for the last two weeks, so I’m proud of myself for that. But buying lunch and making a budget, let alone sticking to it, has proved insanely difficult.

Lunches I really have no excuse for – I just haven’t been able to force myself to go to the grocery store and get lunch stuff. So, I’ve still been buying lunches. They have been healthier, though, so I’ll put a half-check in that column.

I made a budget, or at least I tried. Trying to analyze your spending halfway through the month is hard, and going back to the previous month just looked too daunting. So I haphazardly estimated my expenses, subtracted my bills, and came up with a sort-of number that I expected to have left over at the end of the month. That was great and all, but my spending ended up veering WAY off track. This was partly because we had a life-changing event happen last week..The Boyfriend got laid off.

This was sort of expected, but still is tough now that it’s actually happened. The good thing is, we’re both living at home, but the bad thing is we most likely won’t be able to move out in September. It’s kind of survival time – the instinct has kicked in to take care of business, like getting him a new phone, computer and car (all were company property, and had to be given back), and a new job, and putting everything else on the back burner.

So, my theme of July is going to be picking up the pieces and new beginnings. Hopefully by the end of the month we’ll have a concrete plan to move forward with a job search (if he’s still doing that) and I’ll have a better idea of what my life is going to look like in the next few months. I’m planning on it including more brunches and blog posts – be excited!

Well, that kind of ended up being a downer. Sorry, guys. I promise my next post will be more uplifting – or at the very least, it will include beer.

Take That Thing Off Your Head

I’m an opinionated person (which you know if you’ve read any portion of this blog). So, it’s needless to say that I tend to have strong thoughts about fashion – see Leggings Are Not Pants. Well, this weekend The Boyfriend and I took a trip to the beach. As he was rifling around his car for his wallet to bring with us, he pulled out an accessory he hasn’t worn since…well ever, that I’ve seen. What was this accessory, you ask?

A fedora.

Yep, a fedora. And not the cool, 1920s John Dillinger-type fedora. A douchey, straw Jason Mraz-style fedora. I gave him the old “You’re really not wearing THAT, are you?” And of course he laughed, made some comment about it being badass, and we made our way to the beach.

The more I thought about it, though, the more I’ve noticed that I’ve seen a ton of fedoras this summer. I think the number may be approaching double digits. In my book, one fedora is too many.

I was thinking about it to much that when I was in Dunkin Donuts, breaking a $20 for parking at the beach, I Instagram’d a picture of him, fedora and all, and sent it out to into the social medias. I got three responses (which for me is a lot), and I completely agree with one of them. Guess which:

Mike Brian Facebook

Hat by hat basis, indeed.

Mike Tweet

For reference, he was wearing a pair of Vineyard Vines swim trunks with limes and pink margaritas all over them.

What I really want to know is how fedoras went from being this:

Bogart FedoraTo this:

Douchey Fedora

The world may never know. Anyhoo, if you see someone wearing a fedora, do them a favor and tell them: Take that thing off your head.

Realigning My Goals…Again.

Every Wednesday at my office we have a “Team Lunch”, where we all sit together in one big room (where most of us work – the bullpen) and discuss a topic of interest. Today, we went around to everyone and finished this sentence “By the end of the summer, I will ____________.” Everyone had varying degrees of ambition, and some people aim to do multiple things. Some were work related, some were not.

My goal for the end of the summer is to move out of my parents house and get an apartment with The Boyfriend. This goal is kind of resting on a lot of variables though, and right now a lot of unknowns. It’s kind of on the back-burner for the near future. Am I planning on moving out by the end of the summer? Hell yes. Will it definitely happen? I’m not entirely sure.

This got me thinking – I’ve stopped doing a lot of stuff I was enjoying, mostly because I’m letting work (and stress) get in the way. And it’s affecting me physically: I’m eating awful, I feel gross, and I’m sure I don’t look too hot either. All because I’m letting stress get the best of me. Well, today I decided that’s a big pile of bull.

How I feel most of the time lately.

I wanted to make a list of things that I can 100% do, and make them more near-term goals, otherwise I’ll procrastinate. So, here’s my list of stuff I will do by the end of this month:

1. Get back into my routine of going to the gym (or just running) at least 3 times a week.

I stopped doing this partly because I started working late every night, and partly because I just got lazy. As I said already, I’m a procrastinator. And I hate GOING to the gym, even though I know I’ll feel great while I’m working out, and that I’ll love the sense of accomplishment I’ll have when I’m done. I think I can stand to leave work a little earlier two or three days a week to hit the gym at a decent hour, and work late on my off days. Oh, and there’s the matter of my 5k next month. So. That.

2. Stop buying lunch every day (which means eat healthier)

So, part of the reason I was buying my lunch every day was because my parents were away, and I just didn’t have time for grocery shopping. Now I have a dad at home who cooks every day, so I’ll take advantage for the time being. When I move out, I’ll just have to start planning meals and grocery shop for reals.

3. Make a budget. And actually stick to it. No really this time.

I’ve made budgets before, and I’ve been okay at following them. But if I’m going to be moving out, I need to make sure I can manage my money and be able to pay rent every month. I was using one before when I *thought* we were moving on June 1st, but since that hasn’t happened I’ve been all LOL EFF YOU WALLET. So cutting down on spending is key right now.

So that’s my list of the top three things I want to do by the end of the month. Think I can handle it? I’m sure as hell going to give it my best try. Oh, don’t worry – there will be another post letting you all know if I stuck to this. Because I’m sure you’ll be on the edge of your seat until then.

I Took A Walk

Work has been insanely crazy lately, so I took a three day weekend and had yesterday off. It was gorgeous, so my biff and I decided to go into Boston and have a walk around. She wanted to walk down Boylston because she hadn’t been there since the Marathon, so we made our way. We were greeted with a fence covered in ribbons of fabric, left as tokens of thoughts and prayers from citizens and visitors of Boston. We then stopped in Copley, where the barriers that blocked off Boylston during the invesitgation were arranged in a horseshoe in the square, and a memorial had been created. It was absolutely silent there (well, as silent as the middle of the city can be) despite all the people there. The whole thing was very moving, and reminded me – again – why I love this city.

Here’s a selection of a few photos I took during our walk. I can’t really say much about them except that they’re just a slice of what I experienced. If you’d like, you can view the entire album here. (I know, I know, it’s a Facebook album, but my Photobucket is full. Sorry.)

The fence in front of the Boylston Street church with the fabric ribbons tied on.

The fence in front of the Boylston Street church with the fabric ribbons tied on.

The sneakers at the Copley Square memorial.

The sneakers at the Copley Square memorial.

Hats from around the country.

Hats from around the country.

A bracelet placed on a tree branch. Peace.

A bracelet placed on a tree branch. Peace.

Boston, You’re My Home.

It’s been an emotionally draining week for everyone from Massachusetts, especially those from Greater Boston. From the bombings at the Boston Marathon on Monday, the insane chase and manhunt on Thursday night and Friday, to the capture of one of the Boston Marathon bombers on Friday week, the entire nation has had their eyes on our city.

As we all reflect, remember and try to bring our lives back to normal, I wanted to pull together a list of what I love about my city, and what I’m thankful for. I think after this week, I’ve learned that even the city of champions isn’t immune to tragedy, and we shouldn’t take anything for granted. Ever.

I’m thankful for all the law enforcement that came together to catch the brothers that committed this atrocity.

I’m thankful for and love the way our city pulled together as one, showing terror that it has no place here.

I’m thankful for the first responders who ran towards the chaos, going to the aid of those who couldn’t run away.

I’m thankful for the tremendous support from my personal and professional networks.

I’m thankful that my friends who were in the area all missed the blasts by about 20 minutes, and no one I love and care about was hurt.

I am endlessly grateful for everyone in the entire country who have become honorary Bostonians over the past week, and the outpouring of donations, sympathy, thoughts and payers for those affected by these events.

I may not live in Boston forever, but I will always love that dirty water. Boston, you’re my home.


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