1. Go to Google (or Yahoo) and type, "You know you're from (your state) when..."
2. Cut and paste the list.
3. Bold the items that apply to you.

( Love that dirty water. )

For those who don't know (and don't follow my mom's LJ), today is Patriot's Day. It's a holiday for some skewed half of New England; schools are on school vacation, and some businesses and universities consider it a holiday. All of Boston shuts down-- we host the illustrious Boston Marathon on the third Monday of April, which essentially shuts down ( Read more... )

A meme from my mother, of all people.

Use the first letter of your name and answer the following.

1. What is your first name: Sarah
2. A four letter word: sins
3. A boy's name: Sebastian
4. A girl's name: Sofia
5. An occupation: Secretary of State
6. A color: scarlet
7. Something you wear: sweater
8. A food: sirloin steak
9. Something ( Read more... )

Happy moments on a much-shortened commute ( Read more... )

Something that never fails to make me smile:


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The Facts.Christmas Eve was pretty much the usual. Andy, Wes and I got burritos for lunch (it isn't the holidays if you haven't eaten at Anna's. We went there the day before Thanksgiving, too.), and DAMN were they tasty. And huge. God bless the boys at Anna's, for sure. Wes hit the road to be with his folks and we got all gussied up for church. I ( Read more... )

1. The Rocking Commuter returned this morning, with the new addition of khaki colored linen pants (in DECEMBER), hemmed a full two inches above his ankle, with a short cuff. Very fashion forward, this one ( Read more... )

...an update on our friend, the Rocking Commuter ( Read more... )

I blame this almost entirely on eccentric_hat. She dangles stories of beautiful apartments and nice roommates in front of my face and makes me crazy. In other words, I am desperate to move out. As much as living at home is nice (can't beat the price: FREE is FREE), I am ZOMG SO READY to move out. Preferably closer to work, as well. There are so many great ( Read more... )

There is a man on my commute who I see most days of the week, around 8:15 on the Red Line heading toward Alewife. He wears a long winter coat, a navy messenger bag, and oval wire-rimmed glasses. His skin is the color of darkest chocolate, his hair cut smooth against his head. I get on the train at Porter Square, and he has been sitting for a few ( Read more... )