Thanksgiving - the real event

So Thanksgiving this year was a pretty tame event. Considering the past couple of years have been pretty different it was nice to get back to the norm.

Last year I was in Ohio with Brett so we spent the day with the Wagner family. We had an amazing meal and great company. There was an odd green Jello dish that I did not touch. Apparently "the boys" love this dish... i decided to pass.

The year before that I got engaged. The night before I puked on myself and blamed Hillary Kiley for puking on me. My white lie would have been ok if I didnt then puke on myself again after I called my mother at 4am to pick me up. Its ok because Sara cried her eyes out to her ex-boyfriend from HS and made my pathetic story less in comparison. THEN I got engaged and my puking was God Damn hysterical!

This year it was just family and one invited bar customer. The "Bar Guy" didnt show so it was just a family event with "Bob's oldest daughter" aka Kerri showing up for dessert and wine. My cousin Amy didnt have the baby so that was good news - the basketball under her dress is set to fall out on 12/21 although we all think it will be sooner. Check her out!

Thanksgiving Part 1

Saturday night I had a pre-thanksgiving day party with my friends from The Agency. We arrived fashionably late with dessert, dog and Brett's fresh military hair cut. Not many of the girls from work have met Brett so they were all in for some good staring.. umm talking. Brett got some good ego boosting comments - that he obviously remembered and tortured me with the next day. "So I'm hot Brett huh?" "Maureen says that I could have done better... whatcha think?"

We ate, we drank, we sang Celine Dion songs (don't ask) and we had a blast. The dog ran around all day trying to find stuff on the floor that was dropped. We will be sending a bill to the hosts for our dog's carpet cleaning services next week. There was a lively game of Kings in which CN blurted out "Touched by an Angel" as a Madonna song. I also apparently though that a rhyme for "His name was Bob" was "I needed to lob - it off". Apparently that didn't rhyme. I didn't understand why. hehe

Several hours into the night we walked to the bar where some other good quotes were said. One of them by the other host was "If this girl lost 60 pounds she would probably be cute" to the girl he was playing (read: flirting) a video game with. Brett loved my work friends. He always felt like he was missing out since he didn't know this new crew. He was part of the old tradition at The Agency but most of those people were long gone and make a crap load more money than I do at their jobs in SF, NY and at Yahoo!/MSN.

At the end of the night we came back to pick up the dog at the host's apartment. We had locked Billie Jean in the kitchen. Of course our dog was not OK with being left in the kitchen. She could NOT sleep on tile! So she slammed herself into the bedroom and passed out on the covered chair. We found her sleeping on her back like she was drunk. She might have been....

All in all a great night. Thanks to all! Esp to MB and The Meat for being great hosts!

my condo

So Brett and I bought our condo in July. Since then its been great with a few little things that drive me nuts.

1. The neighbor next door is INSANE. She left some other dog's poop on my door step for months b/c she thought i didn't pick up after my dog. She also threatened to sue me and my contractors multiple times for washing the outside brick. She deserves her own posting to discuss how INSANE she is.

2. The owners of the two other units do not live in this country.

3. Because of Reason #2 I now manage the condo association. This is not something I want to do.

4. The owner of unit 3 is trying to sell her condo and because of Reason #2 & #3 its a pain in MY ass. I am forced to clean and take care of every little random crap that's happening.

5. Its possible we have someone else's sewage draining into our building. If the "pee test" that the BPW did yesterday comes back Green - I have been stepping in pee from next door all summer and fall. I hope he's wrong and its just water...

6. The real estate broker for Unit 3 (see Reason #4) is calling and emailing me... a lot! She also calls the water in the basement a "pee mystery" and all sorts of other horrible "poopy problem" phrases.


I am excited that on Friday my closet from Closet Classics of Andover will be installed! I have 10 feet of shelving and 12 feet of hanging space (thanks to double hanging on a 6 foot wall) that goes up the 8 feet of my 9 foot ceilings. yay! My mom is coming over to help me put everything away - i even took the day off of work!

UPDATE: Know the story.. dont be the story

So apparently on Wednesday night I was the story. Thankfully towards the end of the night I was trumped by two co-workers who became "the story".

I all started with sake tasting after work. I won a sushi rolling contest and won $100 at Best Buy (oh yes, brett, that is for your christmas gift!). I was a litte excited about winning and decided to tell EVERYONE. I also thought it was a good idea to tell everyone my boss was drinking a Zima. She wasnt a fan of that at all... I paid for it on Thursday.

Soo around 9:30pm a New England Patriot line backer came into the restaurant. He stood next to me at the bar with a friend and got food and drinks. Co-workers started coming up to him and talking to him. In my drunken state I told him that I would be his bodyguard and save him from my idiot co-workers. Instead of actually saving him I made a big deal of insisting that I was his "4 foot 11 inch BODYGUARD". I was so hammered that at the end of the night Mr.Football Player asked if I was ok to go home alone. Bad right?

Thankfully for my drunken co-workers who
1. grinded the Football Player and chastised him for having a teammate that is her obnoxious neighbor
2. made out with the new Gay Guy in the office multiple times in front of everyone

... I was not The Story the next day. Hey! At least I know the story - right? hehehe

Know the story... dont be the story

I am sitting at my desk. I have had two beers (yes, at work). I just got back from a small gossip fest in someone else's office. A couple of years ago when I started here I obviously went out a lot more than I do now. Things were a little more wild and there was a lot more liquor flowing (yes - more than 2 beers before 5:30pm on a Wednesday).

Today I am a "I go out once a week" type of girl since I'm a Single Mom now. Tonight is my night. We have drinks at 6pm and then Sake tasting at 7pm. Its going to be a drunk night. We were tasked by some people not attending to get as much gossip as possible.

I am very proud to say that I have kept to my personal motto very well. Know the story... dont be the story. I cant say the same for 90% of my colleagues. Someone is dating someone, someone puked on someone, there was making out in the corner, did you see her fall? Thankfully there is no Britney-esq panty problems here at The Agency. I have never let myself be the center of a story here at The Agency. I have done some stupid things and I'm pretty sure if I was a "sure I'd like a shot" type of girl I'd have done a lot worse things. I like knowing the story... hopefully tomorrow I have another good one.

Bobby Riordan & Murph's Tickets

My dad is a great guy. On Friday night I had to call my dad and gloat. He is a bartender and he knows everyone. He has given me some great advice, great jobs and tickets to countless sporting events over the years from bar customers. I got my current job through one of my dads bar customers.

With his vast knowledge and his connections my dad thinks that he is right almost all of the time. He also thinks his knowledge or connections are "better" than mine or anyone elses My first job was one of the only jobs I got on my own. I saw the ad in MediaPost and got the job. My dad never liked the job and I'm pretty sure its mostly because he didnt get it for me. My current job he did get for me. He is very proud of that. My dad also got me my condo, my car and well just about everything else in life (minus Brett) came from a connection through my father.

On Friday we went to the Celtics game. My dad has been bragging about "Murph's Tickets" for a while now. Murph owns a local bar and always has a large amount of Celtics tickets. Brett and I sat on the floor last year with some free tickets from Murph. When Brett got his own Celtics season tickets my dad quickly compared them to "Murph's Tickets" saying that Murph is probably down on the floor and that if we ever wanted to trade up to Murph's Tickets we could. When we got to the game... who did we see... Murph.... 4 rows down. That's right - Murph is in the balcony with us and only 4 rows better than us in the same exact section! Take that dad!

But seriously... my dad is awesome and it was just hysterical to see that the wildly pumped "Murph's Tickets" were just as good as ours. I had to rub it in...

Murph, Pat and "Red Brian" were all at the game and were so excited that "Bobby's daughter" and Brett were also there. Its going to be an awesome season. Go Celts! See you at the next game Murph...

Go Celtics!

I am a Celtics fan. Brett is a Celtics fan. A couple of months ago Brett decided to just buy himself some season tickets. Oh and did I mention that he didn't tell me???

So ya... later that day after the $XXXX purchase he said "Hey babe - Guess What?" I already knew. He loves those Celtics and the second KG and Ray Allen were signed he was a gonner.

Tonight is opening night. I cant wait. I just hope that Brett and I can find each other in the arena since I lost my cell phone. hehehe

Lost Phone

I went to NYC yesterday for a meeting. Afterwards I met up with two of my friends from college/London. I had beer for dinner. Never a good idea.

After "dinner" I had to get on a plane to head back to Red Sox Nation. I apparently left my phone or as CB likes to call it "Jaci's Walkie Talkie" in the cab that took me to the airport.

I should be feeling lost and unable to do anything. Instead my purse is lighter and I dont have to worry about the asshole that owns the place downstairs from me calling me about random crap w the condo.

Zack Morris is happy to have his cell back and I am happy I finally have a reason to go out and get a new one. Its been 4 years! Who does that? Apparently I do...

Hooray for the lost phone!