I did a bad, bad thing tonight.
We snuck into another movie after ours was done.
I’ve never done that before. I’m miss paranoia goody-two-shoes. But when American Wedding (funny!) was done, and I saw Freddy vs. Jason had just started, I couldn’t resist.
Of course, less than 10 minutes into the blood & gore, I had to leave, but still — it was bad and it was fun, and I felt all sorts of giggly and teenager-like.
We had a fun, silly night. We scooted out of the house with the coins I rolled last week — two rolls of quarters, just about all we have to our name while we save for something with a roof that won’t cave in on us.
After the movie(s) and some video games, we went to Revehe Beach and walked in the sand and looked for Mars and watched planes fly into Logan.
We passed by hoochie mamas hanging on a corner, and Jay wanted to throw quarters at them so they could buy pant legs for their hoochie mama shorts.
We drove up 1A in giggles and ended up in Geoffrey’s neck of the woods, and crashed a wild block party. Apparently, the little island of Nahant turned 150 this summer, and the town went all out. Who knew? Looked for Geoffrey, but couldn’t find anyone wearing a kilt.
We passed through a very smell Lynn and wondered if the town had let out one huge, collective stinky. (Sorry if you live in Lynn, but WHAT is that smell?!?)
Then we trekked even further up into Salem, and I wanted to find cemeteries and look for witches, but there weren’t any that I could find, and it was late (nevermind that most of it took place in Danvers, not Salem), so we turned around and came home, toying with the idea of a late night trip to IHOP (well, late night for us, ok?) – but all we had were some quarters left, so we were going to have to make do with the few random gummy bears leftover in my pocketbook from the candy we snuck into the movies.
‘Twas a wild Sunday night. We’re a crazy couple, I tell ya.

You know you’re getting house-desperate when you start checking ebay for listings, and actually begin to consider foreclosed properties.
I found these on ebay – 3+2 on 96 acres! Mountain views,pond,stream!! and Vermont Home on 17 Acres . 96 Acres with a house for $250,000. Do I need to point out that we looked at a house in Massachusetts today with .07 acres of land for $259,000?
Off to see American Wedding — as if I need more comedy in my life after spending the day looking at sad houses we can barely afford anyway. Actually, yeah, I need some laughs — the house with the falling-down roof, 6′3″ ceilings, destroyed electrical system and torn up wood floors ($250,000 & .47 acres, mind you) wasn’t enough of a joke.

When I was little, I was convinced I could teach ants how to swim. Don’t ask me — I’m not quite sure myself. But I remember my dad washing the car, the water streaming down our driveway to the street, and me, huddled over the river watching ants swim. If it looked like it wasn’t going to make it, I’d scoop it up and try to hold it above water a little. I’d pick them up and put them in puddles and say things like, “Swim little ant! Swim!” No, I didn’t have many friends. Thanks for asking, you meanie.
Anyway, I’m so over trying to save any ants’ lives these days.
Still, I’m more than a tad disturbed by the huge carpenter ant in our kitchen that’s carrying the dead carcass of another huge carpenter ant around and around in circles.
So I’m wondering if this pallbearer ate the bait, too… should be interesting. I was pissed the other day because this mother freaking huge ant had obviously partaken in the tasty goodness that is the sticky slimy death trap we put down. It’s warped… their pace slows down visibly, and their legs start to twitch, and then give out, and then they slow down even more, and then another leg starts to do a funky dance, and then they fall over, head first onto their backs, the occasional leg twitching, their little antennae calling out for help. That is, if we don’t accidentally step on them, first. And lemme tell you — these suckers *crunch.*
What can I say? There’s always one or two slowly creeping towards death in our kitchen these days.
Anywhoo… it was the perfect opportunity to get a picture, since they were too slow to detect any danger, and the batteries were kaput. (This picture was taken about a week ago.)
You know, there’s just so many things wrong with this post.

So I went school shopping. I’ve worked at a teen center for two years now, where I could show up in my pyjamas and no one would blink an eye. I was in dire need of semi-casual, yet “neat” clothing. I’d hate having to dress up in good pants & blouses every day, but once in a while it would be nice to know I look good, and feel good, and it doesn’t involve jeans & sneakers.
Like I said before, I am the clearance shopping queen. Jay was out today, so I could spend three hours browsing through racks without worrying that he was getting bored.
Four day sale at Filene’s. Up to 80% off original prices. $263 worth of tops –
for $40.
Awww yeah. I rock.
(Btw, when you’re broke and hungry, just do a couple of laps around the Food Court. I had enough orange chicken to stave off the hunger from the samples they give out.)

Perhaps I’m biased, being his aunt and all, but this baby has got to have the happiest little smile I’ve ever seen. I can’t wait to see him next weekend!

Sign #1 Jay’s gone for the day:
1) Say Anything
Sign #2:
2) followed by Steel Magnolias.
And I think Fried Green Tomatoes just might be next on the list. Then maybe Boys on the Side (“You hit him in the head with a BASEBALL BAT!”)… and The English Patient….

I’m all about the bargain shopping. I’m notorious for saying things like, “Guess how much I got it for?” and “I totally found it clearance!”
But let me say this — you should never, ever buy cheap sushi. There’s a reason it’s cheap, and it’s not the kind of reason you want sitting in your belly.
Uuuuuuggggh.

Note: Wet willies are much more fun to give than to receive. I had no idea how yucky they are until this morning. Of course, this won’t stop me from still trying to sneak in a few while Jay’s playing ps2, but I’m quick and I can lock myself in the bedroom before he even knows what happened.

Plllease tell me we’re not the only ones out there watching Temptation Island 3?
(We just really enjoy making comments like, “Then why’d you go on the damned show, ya freak?” and “If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it, idiot!” I swear, our commentary entertains us infinitely more than the show itself. Ummm… yeah. Really. I wasn’t counting down the days or anything. Nope.)

[twitch twitch]
too.much.to.think.about.
Do I want to teach high school? Do I want to teach college? How do I do that without a PhD? Can I make it a full time thing? If I teach high school, do I go for a certificate program, or another MA – this time in teaching? I’m already signed up for classes in a MAT program – do I drop them and wait a semester and go for a shorter, cheaper certificate program in teaching? Do I even want to teach high school? Or do I want to teach college, and am afraid I can’t make a fulltime thing of it without a PhD?
And how does this all affect buying a house, affording a down payment, teaching three days a week in the middle of the day, the fact that I am out of a job come December?
How the hell do I get myself into these situations?