As the Ninth Dr.Who Would Say "Fantastic!"

Hello friends!

It's me again and I am proud to report that in the few days that I've been home i've already been possibly nearly arrested! I say possibly because I swear that this is all a *very* hypothetical situation. After a lovely picnic lunch (pasta tossed with Artichoke Hearts, Sicilian Black Olives, Broccoli Rabe, and Rosted Red Peppers in a Balsamic Vinagrette Reduction!) with the boyfriend who got to ooh and ahh over my cooking prowess. (He does that so well! That's why I keep his skinny irish ass around!) We ended up being bored at his place. There is a house that is in the midst of being built across the street, and Irish had a hex key which we used to well, get into the back of the house. It was fun to explore the gutted house and we were careful with the flashlight, however I suppose not careful enough. Someone called the police and we had the jump over a fence and fly through three backyards to escape. It was a rather thrilling moment in an otherwise lazy day. Irish is learning some sort of Martial sword fighting and was trying to teach me. Mostly it seemed like a good excuse to hit him with a stick. In the end though we ended up smoking a ton of hookah at our friend Ben's place, and all was good.


MMM Running from the law...hypothetically.

Germans are weird...really weird.

Blogger Won't Embed Quicktime? Seriously WTF mates?

So the find credit for this goes to my friend Oliver, his handle is 1337haxorpwnsn00bs. He's the coolest guy ever.

Mothers Day!

And Mom's whole family will be over all day. I love them, but that doesn't mean that I won't be surgically attached to a glass of wine all evening.


Italian-Americans... Gotta love them.


More later if I survive.

Something Happening...

I can't explain this. I'm too ill to. Too overworked. But i've felt the change coming for a long time now and I know that it's going to happen in a few weeks.



Here it goes, moving foward, even when I don't want it to.