My dog ate my blog

Sunshine in a plastic cup....

2009-02-22T17:12:00.003-05:00

When you live in the Northeast, Dunkin Donuts becomes a staple of your diet. Morning, noon, dinnertime, it doesn't matter what time of day, a person will drive around searching out a DD fix. I remember as a college student, driving in circles at midnight looking for a DD. We would pass a few HoneyDew Donuts, random diners and other interesting places that probably had very good coffee, but they didn't have "the stuff." Then you would turn a random corner and out of nowhere there was the pink and orange beacon of caffeine. Needless to say, once you graduate college, it is a very rare occasion that you stay up past 10, let alone go searching the four corners of the Earth for a DD.

So you may ask, why am I sharing this quaint little tale? Because as I write this, sitting next to me is a little bit of sunshine in a plastic cup...with a pink and orange straw. New England weather can be very blah. We were supposed to get 4-8" of rain today but instead we are having downpours. If you wait another 10 minutes it might get sunny. Anyway, to brighten my day I ventured out and found myself being pulled to the local DD for some iced tea. With the first sip the proverbial clouds parted and everything was OK. While I am a self-confessed iced coffee addict, a girl has to break with tradition every once in a while, right?

The moral of this rambling entry....if you are having a crummy day and can't wait for summer, I highly recommend getting your butt to DD for an iced tea.

You say sarcastic...I say feisty!

2009-02-21T12:13:00.000-05:00

Just like a guy on Revere Beach in an IRoc, I may have been trying to enhance the appearance of my blogging prowess in my last post. The Bostonian part was true and yes I do have lots of useless information in my head, but I am thinking that my blog will not change your life. If it does, by some random chance, I accept Edible Bouquets and cash as thanks. And please, no requests for directions.

You may have noticed that there is a hint of feistyness in my tone. I'm sure there are many other adjectives to be used (i.e. snarkiness, sarcasm, sass, etc) but we're sticking with feistyness. My execution of the art of feistyness has been practiced and honed over many years, so please don't try it at home, unless you have a spotter named Sven. And if he's tall and has nice teeth, please send along his number.

My latest training ground was a scary place named Earthbound Wireless*. It was a jungle filled with MIT PhDs speaking in their odd tongues and drawing Magic Eye-like images on white boards. For a while, I was the only female in this strange world, which tended to resemble a nerdy fraternity, so I needed to use my "feistyness" to blend in and survive. For example, at our first lunch together I was met with the question: "What type of bees make milk?" While observing the snickering natives, I knew it wasn't something obivious. "Boobies" they exclaimed with the excitement of teenage boys seeing a bra for the first time. It was going to be a tough road.

I like to think I showed them the ways of the pop-culture world and how to socially interact with the members of the fairer sex, but without more training I fear they might slip back to their, how do I put it...."unique" ways.

(* Some names have been changed to protect the "innocent")

Insert First Blog Here

2009-02-20T16:33:00.000-05:00

So here we go. You don't even know all of the random blog entries that have been floating around in my head! Of course, by the time I sit down to actually write them down they will have gone on vacation.

You may ask, why does the world need another blog? Well, just like any other Bostonian, I think what I have to say will open your eyes, maybe even change your life. I am the person that will tell you that those jeans you are wearing make your butt look huge (I suggest a mirror), why the sky is blue (light through water droplets) and that zebras are really black with white stripes (probably from a Snapple cap). Random information I have covered, but I wouldn't ask me for directions if I were you.

Has your life been changed yet? No? Just wait...