Annie

Good-bye 2009 you bitch

Sat, 02 Jan 2010 23:41:02 GMT

1. What did you do in 2009 that you'd never done before? Stopped working for the Papettis

2. Did you keep your New Years' resolutions, and will you make more for next year? I didn't make any resolutions last year. None for this year yet. There might be some coming soon.

3. Did anyone close to you give birth? Not that I'm aware of, no.

4. Did anyone close to you die? No, although Jason Muzzey's mom passed away, but I wasn't close to her, just him. That made me sad.

5. What countries did you visit? None

6. What would you like to have in 2010 that you lacked in 2009? My sense of balance and health would be nice. That feeling is completely gone right now.

7. What date(s) from 2009 will remain etched upon your memory, and why? March 13. My last day at the Papettis

8. What was your biggest achievement of the year? I achieved nothing in 2009. It was a really terrible year for me.

9. What was your biggest failure? I don't think I truly failed at anything, I just couldn't figure out how to make things work and I have to start moving forward.

10. Did you suffer illness or injury? I had strep throat in February.

11. What was the best thing you bought? No idea.

12. Whose behavior merited celebration? My mother's.

13. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed? My own.

14. Where did most of your money go? To paying bills. That's where all of it goes every single month.

15. What did you get really, really, really excited about? I got a tiny bit excited for Pumpkn Fest.

16. What song will always remind you of 2009? Something from the Wicked soundtrack

17. Compared to this time last year, are you: i. Happier or sadder? Sadder ii. Thinner or fatter? Hahahaha, what do you think? iii. Richer or poorer? Poorer.

18. What do you wish you'd done more of? I wish had made better decisions.

19. What do you wish you'd done less of? Crying and worrying

20. How will you be spending Christmas? I spent Christmas in NH with my parents.

21. How will you be spending New Year's Eve? I spent New Year's Ever at home with Eric.

22. Did you fall in love in 2009? Not so much.

23. How many one-night stands? zero

24. What was your favorite TV program? SYTYCD, Lost, Sons of Anarchy

25. Do you hate anyone now that you didn't hate this time last year? I don't hate anyone really. Just estranged.

26. What was the best book you read? Eat, Pray, Love and Under the Dome (I'm still reading that one, but I started it in 2009)

27. What was your greatest musical discovery? Lady GaGa.....I know I know

28. What did you want and get? A new phone.

29. What did you want and not get? Financial security.

30. What was your favorite film of this year? Inglorious Basterds, Julie and Julia

31. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you? Went to opening day at Fenway with Eric. I turned 29.

32. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying? If I could have known then what I know now.

33. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2009? Hmmmmm...I had a brief stint wearing officey clothes...but that didn't last long....and now that I'm a slave to Harrow's and work 50 hours a week, I stick with jeans, sneakers and a flour and gravy covered Harrow's t-shirt. And I can't forget my fabulous black and red Harrow's hat.

34. What kept you sane? Linda Schiller and my kitties.

35. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most? I discovered that I love Lady GaGa. Does that count?

36. What political issue stirred you the most? I so totally don't care.

37. Who did you miss? Myself. I've lost a lot of me.

38. Who was the best new person you met? Allysa

39. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2009. Be true to yourself I guess

40. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year: "You've got me wondering why I like it rough."

Annie are you ok? Are you ok Annie?

Fri, 26 Jun 2009 04:06:04 GMT

It's now midnight.
Michael Jackson and Farrah Fawcett died yesterday.
It's weird to think that someone I was a fan of my whole life is dead.
I've loved Michael Jackson since I was like 4. I'm entering that age group.
RIP Michael. You were a Smooth Criminal indeed.

I Swallowed a Bug

Tue, 24 Mar 2009 20:36:32 GMT

Oooo boy am I unemployed. I made it through my last week of working for the Papettis without completely losing my mind. It was really hard, which is what I expected. Shoo and I couldn't decide if we should cook for my last night or go out, so we did both. We cooked steak tips and grilled asparagus and these AMAZING potatoes that have sour cream, cheese, cream of chicken soup and crunchy buttery corn flakes as a crust on Thursday night. It was ridiculously yummy and sad. She decided to give me my going away gift on Thursday night because Friday (my last official day) would have been too hard. My gift was a necklace. It has all four kids birthstones on it with their names inscribed on the back of a silver disk. I was speechless and deeply touched. It's such a thoughful and meaningful gesture. She and I cried and hugged and I was so happy and the kids all wanted to see it and talk about it and it was just SO nice of her. I still can't get over it.

On my last day we went to the Cheesecake Factory for my last dinner. It was a lot of fun. The kids were a lot more clingy to me than normal, but no one acted ot of was crying. Shoo and I were the ones who had a touch of the Doom and Gloom. I was so anxious, you know? Just the anticipation and the dread of having to end what has been one of my best life experiences was almost too much to take. But we all made it through and I stayed later than I normally would. Shoo and I had a tearful good-bye and I thanked her for everything that she and Mike did for me and said that i couldn't have asked for a better family to work for and that I loved them all so much and that I would see them again really soon. It was so hard to walk out of their garage that night. But I did my best to keep my chin up and I hopped in my car. I rolled the window down and shouted that I loved them and I left. Sobbing down the road.

I got home that night and Eric was waiting for me outside in the parking lot to greet me. He gave me a big hug and we headed inside where I found a lovely bouquet of flowers and a beautiful card. The card itself had a really nice message, but the one that Eric himself wrote was even better. He told me that he was proud of me for following my heart (something I'm struggling with right now, but I know it was the right decision) and doing what I felt was right. He said that he admired me for being able to do things that he couldn't imagine ever doing (i.e. going to California to be in a relationship and then moving back east when I knew it wasn't working, etc.) and that he was excited for the future. And then he busted out a bottle of champs and champs glasses and we had a toast to the future. It was SO sweet and completely unexpected. It was flabbergasted. Shocked and really touched. He spent a lot of time on it and it's just so comforting to know that he's supportive of my decision. It's going to be tough because of the money, but he's behind me 100%. He's growing up and I love him. A lot.

This not working thing kind of stinks. I have plenty of down time which is something I felt I rarely had while being a nanny. But it's been a week now and it's starting to get old. I apply to about 6 jobs a day. I applied to a staffing aganecy, but so far they haven't called with any temping opportunities annnnd I had an interview today at a dealership for part-time office work and I have another interview on Thursday to work part-time at a place called Massage Envy in which I would be doing some membership sales and reception. It would basically be like Lady of America except more money and comissions. So it's something I totally know how to do.

I'm just really lonely.

Thursday is also the information session at Cambridge School of Culinary Arts. Coley's going with me. Yay! I'm really nervous and excited about it. Once I go to the info session I'm sending in my application and then I schedule my interview at the school and then about a week or so after that I find out if I got accepted. I'm actually doing this. I'm having a ton of doubt too, but I really think I'm doing what's best for me. I don't usually do that.

Anyways. Off to be lonely and apply to more jobs now.

My precious

Mon, 09 Mar 2009 03:21:12 GMT

Had a really bad day today. Woke up feeling aggravated and irritated, so I decided to clean. The cleaning frustrated me more beause it overwhelmed me and then it all just sort of fell apart at the seams and I crumbled into a puddle of blubbering sobbing, boogery, crying, unable to function for a while Annie. I was finally able to pick myself up, take a shower and make some cinnamon toast cupcakes which Eric said were quite yummy. I felt like I really needed to be doing something that I KNOW I'm good at for a while and it definitely helped me reach the next stage of my depression which is pretty functional.

I just let the transition and feelings of self-loathing and doubt and COMPLETE lack of self confidence get to me. I genuinely hate myself. Daily. And I know we all go through that. Sometimes I think I'll never be able to get past it. I sometimes feel that I've made this huge decision to "do what's right for me" and I want to "figure out my path" but I always feel that I'll never be able to achieve that simply because I'm me. I'm Annie. I always feel that I will never reach my candy coated fantasy dream. I am truly and honestly and enormously my own worst enemy. I really do think I suck at everything I do. It's my disease. And I've known it for way too long. Should be great ammunition for Linda this week.

Wish me luck in getting some sleep tonight.

Save the clock tower

Fri, 06 Mar 2009 04:20:16 GMT

According to my LJ homepage, I haven't updated in 23 weeks. I've had way too much going on to be able to write anything down coherently. I've been wrestling with a huge transition these past months. I've been trying to figure out what direction I want my life to take and Eric and I have been going through some intense ups and downs in our relationship and I've been trying to decide how much longer I want to be a nanny for the Papettis. Between feeling like I was going to lose Eric and not feeling like I could stand another minute at my job I felt like I was going to fucking implode on a daily basis. There's no way I could have come up with anything worthwhile to say on LJ during that time. Things have begun to slow down and look differently now that I have finally decided to make some changes in my life.

The biggest change right now is that I am in fact leaving the Papettis. I actually only have one week left with them. My last day is March 13th. *deep breath* It's going to be so hard to leave them and it's going to feel SO strange to not have some funny or ridiculous story to tell about what Grace said or what Fran did or the face that Denny made or what book Jack is reading. It's going to be SO strange to not have Shoo to not only frustrate me and aggravate me with her ways, but to not have her there to give me advice or vice versa. It's just going to feel so weird, but it's also going to be refreshing. I'm ready to shed this part of my life. I've had my fill and I absolutely don't think I have room to grow with them anymore and I just Dont. Want. To. Do. It. Anymore. I just don't. That realization was pretty devastating to me at first. How could I possibly leave them? I would have littel Grace, Denis, Fran, and Jack shaped holes cut out of my heart. I feel like they are partially MY children. I've been a huge part of their growth and development and their story. And they've done the same for me. It's definitely time to leave, but it's going to be hard. I'm gearing up for it as I'm writing this. I will of course see them again, but I will never ever ever ever again have what I have with them now. Never. I will always be a part of their lives and I will always love them, but what I have with this job, this family will never be the same.

I'm looking for part-time jobs right now. It stinks. I have to pay for my own health insurance for now, which BLOWS, but it's necessary. I wasn't happy with work anymore. I was in fact miserable and that misery was effecting things at home. Things at home haven't been great either and that was effecting how I was at work too. The past few months have been really shitty. Really draining. Really sad. But, they are getting better. Eric and I are slowly but oh so surely getting stronger and moving forward. It's going to be a long road but I love him. That's what I'm sure of. He has been really supportive through my decision to leave my job. He continues to be my shoulder to lean on now that it's actually a week away from happening. I really need someone to lean on. I'm using a lot of my brain power worrying and looking on craigslist and worrying some more and calling insurance companies and trying not to flip. I'm horrible at transitions of this size. I really am. I'm pretty fragile these days. I guess that's because it took me so long to finally decide what I needed to do and now that I'm finally doing it, I'm fucking spent. God, I suck.

The main reason for leaving was because I'm unhappy, but also because I want to go to culinary school. Yay! I want to be a pastry chef. I want that to be my title you know? When I'm introduced I want them to say, "and here's our Pastry Chef, Annie LaRochelle....." I know I can do it. I am excited to learn all about it. I'm applying to Cambridge School of Culinary Arts for the fall Professional Pastry Certificate program. HA! So excited. I'm signed up for an information session on March 26th (something they recommend before you apply) so that I can get all ths shit I need for loans and scheduling, etc. Im really excited for it. I've never really had something to focus on that was only for me, you know? I went to Syracuse because I liked the school. That's about it. I wasn't excited about my major. I didn't care about studying. I didn't get into grad school because my heart wasn't in it. I only went because of the friends I had. And then after college, I just sort of went from job to job jst floating along, not really having any goals in mind. Not having a sure direction and I feel that culinary school will give me something to work for and something to achieve that I have 100% confidence in. I KNOW in my bones that I can do it and do it well. It's nice to have that feeling. I've never known it before.

So, yeah. It's been a rough few months. I think things just might be turning around. Finally.

Pike isn't a name, it's a fish

Sun, 14 Sep 2008 22:59:42 GMT

Last night I got to hang out in Boston with Jennie, Coley, Jessica, Jess's friend from Florida Nikole and Eric. I hadn't seen Jennie in maybe two years and hadn't seen Jessica since last Christmas. Needless to say, there was much chatting and a lot of catching up to do. JohnnyP (Jennie) lives in Medford, MA now. yay! I went and saw her new place yesterday. It's really nice and she's made it really homey. She lives with her boyfriend Jon who is adorable. I'm excited that she's close to me now. Eric and I could potentially have another couple to hang out with which would be a nice change.

Things in my life have been ok lately. I feel like the past few weeks have been a complete blur and very stressful. Work is work. I might be getting to the burnt out stage of my job. I can't tell yet, but every now and again I just find myself dying for a change. Something completely different. It might just be that it's September now and that always makes me feel nostalgic, wanting to be in school, craving to learn and have fun new school supplies (yes, I know, I'm a complete dork). It could also be that I want to do something esle - go to culinary school and become a pastry chef. Yeah! I've got that bug big-time. I don't have any kind of real plan yet, but I'm doing some reserach. There's a culinary school in Cambridge which would be the most convenient. There's also a couple of schools up in NH, but I don't know how the commute would be. I love the idea of taking classes in a kitchen. So cool.

We are debating as to whether or not we should get a new cat. Eric says that he's ready for it and I think I am too, we just can't decide what would be best for Timlin. He seems to be doing really well without Gus, he's lost a little weight (he needed to) and he's a lot more chatty than he used to be, he's playful and just generally seems happy......when we're home. I think he might be lonely during the day when we're at work because when we get home he is ALL over us. He greets us at the door - which he never used to do - and then he'll follow us whervever we go until we finally settle down on the couch. He misses us. We'll most likely go to the MSPCA within the next couple of weeks just to see what there is to see, but knowing Eric and I and how ridiculous we are with animals, we'll definitely come home with a new addition to the family.

We went to our final Sox game of the regular season today. It was fun. Pretty exciting game. We also got to see a game on the Green Monster a couple weeks ago. It was so great. The view from up there is incredible and there's hardly any lines for the bathroom which was a big plus. We made friends with a nice couple from Texas during that game. They were from Texas and the guy was a huge sox fan. It was their first time at Fenway, so it was cool to see their reaction to it. I love Fenway. I really really do.

That's all for now. I'm a little distracted - the pats are actually doing alright against the Jets right now. WooHoo.

Here are some pics from last night for your viewing entertainment:

Me, JohnnyP, Coley and Jessica

Coley and Eric

Me and my Coley

Three Yahoos

Class of '98 represent!

Yes, she is holding my breast.

Toolbags

Another set of Three Yahoos

Me and Eric and I look really sleepy

The Fours baby!

I went ahead and ordered some for the table

Sun, 17 Aug 2008 01:57:45 GMT

I've been on vacation since Lauren's wedding and I feel completely and utterly out of sorts.

The wedding itself was phenomenal. It was such a beautiful day and Lauren and Brian got exactly what they wanted and deserved. Everyone looked gorgeous and both sides of the bridal party got along swimmingly. My speech went well and it was exactly what I wanted to say to her. I just wanted it to be from the heart to let her know just how much she really means to me and how proud I am of her and Brian. They are so great together.
The whole wedding weekend was a complete whirlwind. I was so happy to be there and to soak up all the memories and share it all with my Lauren and all the other ladiesthat I just fucking adore (Coley, Anner, KP, Cassie, Kate, my family, Lauren's family, etc.). It's always great when things like that happen in my home town too. That place just makes me happy, makes me feel whole and I love it. Despite the happiness of the event and the joy of being home it went by really fast and I didn't get nearly enough rest. We came home on Sunday after the wedding and only had about a day before we packed up and headed out to Las Vegas. Gus wasn't feeling great before we left, so we were worried about her the whole trip which, you know, put a bit of a damper on the experience. But we managed to enjoy ourselves. We met a bartender who used to live in Brighton, MA. He was awesome and his name was Carey.
I'm so out of it right now. I want to post pics from the trip, but I'm deep in withdrawing into myself mode right now. I don't want to talk to anyone, I don't want to do anything and I just feel like trash. It ain't good folks. I woke up feeling completely haggard and awful. I felt the way I used to feel before I started back at therapy (which is going really really well) and it's stayed with me all day. We even went to see baby cows at Richardson's farm. They made me happy but it didn't last. Ugh.

I am again going to try and post more. I have lots of things to talk about and many much pictures to share.

I hope all is well with everyone.

Bye Bye Little Boot Girl

Tue, 12 Aug 2008 22:50:42 GMT

When I first started talking to Eric one of the things the interested me the most was that he had a cat. The way he described wanting to adopt her made me melt. He said that he was tired of coming home to an empty house. He said he wanted a heartbeat to come home. That's exactly what he had in Gus and much much more. I remember meeting her for the first time when Eric and I were first dating. She was this tiny little grey and white squawkbox. She talked more than I've ever heard any other cat talk. It was like you could have a conversation with her. She would genuinely respond. She was very friendly and came right over to twirl around my ankles, purring.
After I moved in with Eric, before we adopted Timlin, Gus would always interrupt us when we were cuddling. She would burrow between us and if she coudln't get her head through our arms a little white paw would push through the gap. As soon as we lifted our arms up all we would see was a huge pair of yellow eyes wanting to be a part of the love. And my God, she certainly was part of the love. She made us laugh all the time. From begging for cheese to stomping like a bulldog to making muffins to squawking at the door when she heard our key in the lock. She was part of our Unit and I can't believe she's gone. We had so many nicknames for her: Boot, Lady, GalPal, Gusface Killah, SquawkBox, Little Grey, Little Boot, Pumpkin Patch, Bootsy Doodle.....many many more.
Eric adopted her when she was 11 years old. They had something special those two. She needed a home and he needed a heartbeat. I loved to watch her sit on his chest and reach her little boot paw up into his beard and just sit there with him and be completely content. It was one of the best things. She never seemed like she was an elderly kitty. She was very spry. She jumped up and over stuff and got up on her hind legs to go after cheese and chased dirty tissues around and acted like an 11, 12, 13 and 14 year old kitten.
She had been sick for a few months and we had been trying to do everything we could to make her better short of major surgery and I think she had just finally reached the point where she was ready to move on. I think we did the right thing but it doesn't make having this boot-shaped hole in my heart. I'm so glad I got to have her in my life and I'm so glad that I was with her in her final moments. I miss you like crazy little lady. You made my life blessed. I will love you forever and always.

Sun, 10 Aug 2008 23:49:37 GMT

I know it's been forever.

Just three things.

Lauren and Anne are married.
Eric and I just spent a week in Vegas.
We lost Gus today. I'm in disbelief.

More when I'm better.

Picture Post

Sat, 26 Apr 2008 20:15:10 GMT

I got a new camera and I got some new pictures.

Here's some from our latest trip to Fenway Yay!

We'll start with Eric outside of his most favoritest pizza place. Crazy. Doughs.

Enjoying a slice

not only is the pizza delicious but:

Me by the giant Sox sign

Eric by the giant Sox sign

The guy on the left was HAMMERED. He fell offthe curb about 2 minutes prior to taking a rest against a building. Eric's laugh when the guy fell startled some birds.

These two assholes were behind us to the left and were VERY loud and confontational. They were escorted out of Fenway during the 4th inning while I was waiting in line for kettle corn. So bummed I missed the drama. Damnit.

Manny and Papi

Me and Eric. I had tried to take a picture with the camera pointed the wrong way and I was very sure it was pointing the right way. we laughed heartily. We are very queer.

That day at Fenway was one of the best days we've had together. Everything flowed and we were both in great moods and the weather was nice and we took a nice walk and we had some beers and we were at our favorite place, Fenway. Great great day.

Another great day took place this past week when Shoo and I took all he kids to the zoo. It was great. really hot, but everyone had a good time and no one melted down and they enjoyed the experience. Yay!

Tortoise

Anteater

We stopped after a while and had a rest and a snack...Here's Grace

Here's Denny

here's Fran

Me with the three little guys

Me and Shoo and the guys

Zoo!

Sun, 06 Jan 2008 00:12:18 GMT

Eric and I decided to go to the zoo today. I haven't been to the zoo in a butt-age.
It was a good decision. We had a great time and it was chilly and not crowded.
Here are some pictures from today:

I was super excited to see the first Big Cat on our tour of the zoo. Snow Leopard.

Eric watching the snow leopard

Jumping down the rock wall. Look how awesome his/her tail is

Ducks in a pond in the winter

I am holding a curled up millipede. It was creepy and cool at the same time.

This time I'm holding a fat tail gecko. His name was AJ and goddamn was he adorable. And warm.

Cougar. Right up by the glass. Gorgeous.

Eric and the cougar. Friendship.

Leopard. Holy shit. He had big orange fur covered balls.

I was extremely excited to be around such a gorgeous Big Cat.

The leopard and I were staring at each other. It was awesome.

Oh yay yay yay!! Otters!

This one was chomping on some ice.

Eric tried to take a picture of the two of us, but I forgot to tell him that the zoom was on. Heh Heh. Nostrils.

There we go.

It was a fun afternoon.

Sad news

Fri, 04 Jan 2008 02:37:02 GMT

I called my mom last night to check on her health (she had the same thing I did wih the added bonus of bronchitis on top of it) and she had some sad news. She made the decision to put Conan to sleep. He's been getting progressively more sick wih a possible tumor behind one eye and a tumor on his lung and trips to the vet more than twice a week for enemas and ugh...the poor guy wasn't having a good quality of life anymore. *sigh* I knew this was coming, but the weight of it fell onto my shoulders really hard and really fast.
We've had that kitty for at least 13 years. He was a rescue kitty. He belonged to an ex-girlfriend of my brother's who had a stepfather that abused Conan, so we took him in. "Temporarily". He was a little bit skittish and shy, but he was the sweetest and most mellow cat you would ever meet. He just liked to hang out and be with you. He used to always follow me into the bathroon and sit on the toilet and wait for me to get out of the shower, just being with me. He always wanted to be petted the second I got out. He would reach his paw out and try to bat my leg or hand to get me to pet him. He preferred to drink from the bathtub faucet rather than his water dish. When he wanted a drink he would sit in the tub, face under the faucet and just wait for me to turn it on to a trickle. He loved to snuggle and had the most amazing fur. SO fluffy and white and orange and awesome and big and sweet and so handsome. He was a fantastic cat and I'm proud to have known and loved him for so long. Good-bye Fluffy Ponts. I love you and will miss you so much.

Wow.....

Mon, 29 Oct 2007 14:29:12 GMT

I still can't get over it.
I've never been this invested in a sports team in my life. I followed the Sox this year from spring training. We went to Fort Meyers and had a blast. Then we went to about 10 regular season games. Then we went to the ALDS and the ALCS. And I got to go to the World Series, something I never thought I would be able to say or experience in my life. I got to share all those great memories and times at Fenway with the most wonderful man in the world and I wouldn't have been able to be SO emotionally attached to the Sox without him. Thank you Eric. You made me so happy this season/year. I love you so much.

World Series Champions. Goddamn.

OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Mon, 22 Oct 2007 03:59:37 GMT

THE RED SOX ARE MOTHERFUCKING AL CHAMPIONS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AND I GET TO GO TO THE GAME ON WEDNESDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

yeah, my dad used to give me chicken livers

Sun, 18 Mar 2007 14:32:39 GMT

I know it's been a butt age since I've had anything to say.
I had a bad week last week but I'm coming out of my funk now. It had nothing to do with work really. It was all my bullshit and being sad. It was pretty bad this time around. Yikes. I'm better now. Had half a snow day on Friday. Shoo let me go after 2 hours because it was going to snow like a foot. It took me 2 hours to get home. Fun. At least Eric was awesome and let me drive the BMW and not Fiona who is HORRIBLE in the snow, so I felt safer. Eric's best friend came over friday to watch the amazing race. I'd never watched that show before but now I'm addicted. It's really good.
Yesterday my parents came down and we went out to dinner with Eric's dad and Sue his stepmom. It was a very successful first meeting of our parents. Everyone chatted amongst themselves, Eric and I didn't even really have to be there which was nice. I knew they would get along and really like each other. They're all such great people. My parents love Eric and Wally and Sue love me sooooo, it's s good match. We are such an old married couple already it's scary. But really good too.
We're leaving for Florida on Thursday. I can't believe it's so close. SO excited. My parents gave us a little money for the trip which was a nice surprise. I just have to get through 3 days of work and then I'm on vacation. Should be easy. No period to make me want to jump out a window this coming week. YESHHH. One more thing: HAPPY BIRTHDAY COLEY OLEY OXEN FREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE YOU MY DEAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Wed, 29 Nov 2006 14:56:07 GMT

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANNE MARIE CAPASSO!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE YOU SONNY PONTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Fri, 08 Sep 2006 01:13:09 GMT

Create your own! Originally Written By ga_woo, Hosted and ReWritten by darkman424

I had a great time in Chicago as Lauren's pictures will tell you...more details eventually...fro now I am tired...love you all

Sat, 05 Aug 2006 21:12:06 GMT

No comedy show for Anne-Marie...I have a borderline migraine headache going on right now...and our ride left at 5...Now I am going to be alone for the evening. I could either be completely sad and miserable or I could be fine and dandy with some Annie alone time. Let's see how I feel when this fucker passes. Goddamn headaches.

For your viewing pleasure..............peek.....shures....

Thu, 01 Jun 2006 01:15:57 GMT

I don't feel like typing about anything, so I decided to share some kitty pics...

Here's Timlin lounging in the sun...ohhhhhh so comfyyyyyyyyy

What up playa?

Who looks like a stuffe turkey?

I love love love this one for some reason

My kitties have Sox pride too.....

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnd just for shits and giggles....the happy Harry Potter couple...

we should get him a camo collar....

Mon, 22 May 2006 03:02:45 GMT

Eric and I got a new kitty yesterday. Woot!
He is 4 years old and came with the name Sandy - which I thought was LAME, so we decided to rename him. He has an orange patch on his chin in the shape of the goatee that Mike Timlin - pitcher for the fabulous Red Sox - has, so, we named him Timlin. It actually really fits him. He has really long fangs that stick out over his bottom lip so when he rubs his chin on your hand you can feel his teeth. He's very long and I have fallen totally in love with him. Gus, however has a different opinion. She is NOT happy to have another animal invading her space. She hisses at him whenever he is near and gives him the death glare whenever they're in the same room. She's doing slightly better as of this evening, I hope all she needs is a little time. She was a fucking basketcase last night....she was circling around our heads urgently purring and mewing as if to make sure that we still loved her. it was so devastating. Timlin actually slept on the bed with us too....on his first night. Way to be buddy. He could care less about Gus and seems very well-adjusted, using the litter box and eating and drinking. Yay. Here's a couple of pictures.....

Timlin all strrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrretched out...

mommy and Timlin...

Lalalalala...pretty good weekend. Eric's friend Michael Crockett joined us for the sox game last night and I had a pleasant time over in Charlestown with the family for sunday dinner. So don't want to go to work tomorrow, but I gots to get paid people and I miss the chilluns.

Think it over.....................

Wed, 03 May 2006 04:12:18 GMT

It's been a while since my last update. Shocker.
This past weekend I officailly moved in with Eric. The move went surprisingly well and only took about 3 hours. I didn't have too much that needed to be loaded onto a truck, but I'll be goddamned if wanted to haul furniture up three flights of stairs. I am mostly unpacked. I just need to decide what I want to do with one last piece of furniture annnnd we need a frame for my bed and then I'm all settled in. Yay. I love that I live here for real now. I love that I'm done with Watertown - gave my keys to the landlord AND got my deposit back. I also love that Eric had his friend Todd Sinclair come over today and hook up my laptop into the wireless network.....so now I can post PICTURES. YESHHHHHHHHHHH

This is Eric and the little lady Gus

Here's Gus all curled up. Notice the perfect separation of grey and white....

And now for some pictures of the kiddies.....yay....these are a little outdated...I took them in January....but there will be many much more to follow

Here'e little Denny Dog...happy to try and take my camera away

I have been DYING to post this picture of Grace....she's just.......so damn cute

Here are brother and sister perusing the seletion in their library....Notice the OVERALLS.

Here's Frannie being a happy man....notice Karen.....his best friend in the whole world. She's a character from the animated Frosty the Snowman.

such big eyes....and bedhead....just a touch

and the meeting of the diaper tribe has officially come to order....

Man I love those kids. I'll try and do some more up to date pictures soon...Oh, Grace spent the night in the hospital on Sunday - another stomach flu. Den came down with it last week and Grace and Fran came down with it over the weekend. There's still a lot of puke and liquid poo afoot, but no one is in the hospital. That's all I care about. Oh, AND this is NOT a baby specific illness....I could totally get it as Cheryl, Shoo's niece and morning nanny, has gotten it. Keep finners and pitters crossed for me people. I can't get sick.
For now i am tired.
I will hopefully get the bug to update more frequently. I have missed typing on this laptop.
Love.

Will you squeeze my gimmick?

Sat, 11 Feb 2006 04:36:35 GMT

Ahhhhhhhh. Friday night, my week is finally over. Work has really been getting to me over the past couple of days. I think it's all a combination of my hormone level, Shoo's hormone level and the fect that Mike Papetti is a partner at a major corporation and his job demands that he be in the office from 7am-10pm everyday AND weekends. Poor Shoo is so stressed out and exhausted. It didn't help that Grace decided to throw an all-night nutty on Wednesday keeping Shoo and Mike up from 1am-5am. FUN.
I really feel that I need to explain how crazy Wednesday night was at work. It all went to shit when Grace choked on a french fry and threw up her entire dinner. This prompted Shoo to throw a plate into the sink and say "FUCK!!" at the top of her lungs. We untangled Grace from her puke encrusted clothes and started to clean up a bit when Jeck called for Shoo from the bathroom. She was gone for 10 minutes or so, so I continued to clean up by myself. She came back saying that Jack had and I quote 'the biggest poop I've ever seen come out of his ass' and he was scared because it hurt. Well, that happens when you work with kids. So, after that news I laughed and continued cleaning. I glanced down and Grace was approaching me with a toy she was having trouble opening. She held it out to me and as she got closer I noticed a stench in the air. Now, this is a usual occurence in the Papetti house because there are 3 children under the age of 2 1/2, but this stench was much more putrid than normal. The foulness had a reason....Grace had poop ALL over her hand. She had apparently stuck her hand down the back of her diaper - at this point she was walking around without clothes because she had puked on hers - and gotten a nice handful of a doo doo pie. Awesome. I cleaned her up and continued cleaning again. That's when Den decided to bite frannie. That behavior does not fly in the papetti house, so Shoo grabbed Den and gave him a whack - little flick on the side of his head - while I consoled Fran. Den started screaming and screaming and screaming. Again, this happens when you work with kids. But he screamed for a long time because neither of us would pick him up because he had done something bad. The kid has to learn somehow, right? So, finally, the cleaning is done and we round all four shnooks up for bathtime. We head upstairs and separate into two bathrooms - I take Fran and Jack in one and she takes the twins in the other. I guess Den had a poop that neither of us detected. She took off his diaper and found it. Somehow the diaper dropped to the floor, Den stumbled and stepped in the poop and THEN stumbled more and kicked the wall smearing poop onto it. Jesus CHRIST.

It was a crazy night. and I still can't believe this is my job sometimes. I still love it, but this week I was definitely feeling the need for a big fat fucking break from everything. I feel this need especially when I have PMS. All the little things that I can brush off normally just start getting under my skin and I completely lose patience. I fucking loathe myself when I can't have sufficient patience with the babies. They're just babies after all. Everything is new to them. They are going to be cranky and tired and scream and cry. it's what they do. *deep breath* It's the weekend Annie. Let. It. Go.

So, yeah. I'm in Pot Pie Land drinking a vodka and Cran grape juice trying to relax. I am getting my hair done tomorrow while Lauren gets hers done and I just can't fucking wait. We;re going to the mall after that so I can try and find something for Eric for Valentine's Day. I'm really at a complete loss about what to get him. Suck my dick. It sucks not knowing what to get. I can't like it.

In other news I told my roommate about my moving in with Eric and she was totally cool. I knew she would be. She's a nice girl like that. I think I am going to start moving some stuff in next week. I'm very excited. I'm even more excited because Eric seems to want to be very involved in the moving process. It makes me feel really good. I've never had that before. I love him. Yay.

No word from Mike after I sent him a third e-mail. I refuse to call him. I am a stubborn bitch. Lalalalalalalala. I am also drunk now. Yay for Friday nights.

ok. I feel better now. I needed to get some of my work mumbo jumbo out of my head and into this journal. It's cleansing. My job is crazy, but I really really really fucking love those kids. And I know they love me. Love it.

yay for drunk.

yesterday I woke up sucking a lemon.......everything in it's right place

Fri, 13 Jan 2006 01:58:12 GMT

What's new with me......Hmmmmmm....

Eric has mono. Awesome. He's been feeling rundown and generally sick for going on three-ish weeks. He finally went to the doctor this week. I don't seem to be showing any symptoms which is good. I can't infect the babies because they're too young which is great. Basically you start showing symptoms of mono 4-7 weeks after you've been exposed to it. So, Eric has had the virus in his system for almost as long as I've known him, give or take a couple weeks. I also learned that some people can carry the virus and never get sick. I am now convinced that I have mono floating around in my blood and I gave to to Eric. Ugh.
The poor guy is fucking miserable and I just want to take care of him all the time. I'm totally worried about him. My maternal instinct and nurturing side is in motherfucking overdrive these days.
Oh yeah, on Tuesday, I left his fridge open when I left for work without realizing it and it was open until he got home around 7ish. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA man do I suck. He lost some eggs and cream cheese and other veggies and such. I was so sure that I broke his fridge. God I am such a spazz sometimes. I don't know what my deal is when I'm at his place in the mornings, I left my milk on the counter last week too. Fucktard.
Other than those choice events, things with him are going just as fabulously if not more so as before. I'm really fucking happy with him :)

Work has been decent this week. Grace is turning into SUCH a sweet girl and she's walking and almost talking and just being happy this week. It's great. Her evil twin Den Dog is being a fucking monster this week. He sits on Grace and just looks around as she screams, he scratches her, pushes her, pulls on her and Fran's clothes, takes toys. It's ridiculous. What happened to the sweet little denny of old? I think - or I should say hope - that this is just a phase.
Other than that, Jack and Frank are great and Shoo is as fabulous as always.

I don't know what else really. I have a few things that I have been feeling sort of regretful about but the words aren't ready to form.

My hands are so dry. Eww.

My poor puppy dog

Wed, 04 Jan 2006 03:01:18 GMT

I was having a moment on my drive home this evening in which I was marveling at the fact that lately I have felt really good about my life. I have a great job, an unbelivable family, amazing friends and a new boyfriend that I still can't believe I had the good fortune of finding. I was thinking that I don't really have anything to be down about and I haven't really had anything bad happen for a while. I enjoyed my moment until my mom called. She sounded sick but her voice was strangled with emotion because she and my dad had to put Pepper to sleep tonight. He had been pacing and moaning for a while this evening and they decided to take him to the vet. The vet took some ex-rays and found cancer alllll over his lungs and that one of his lungs had collapsed. The vet said that the could put him on meds and try to drain the fluid, but that would only buy him another couple of weeks. My parents opted to let him go tonight which I think was a good decision.

He was the best damn dog anyone could ever want. We got him when he was one year old. We adopted him from the humane society and it was really my brother that convinced my mom to get him in the first place. He fell in love with that do as soon as he laid eyes on him. Pepper was a hellion in his younger days - just like Tom really - and had so much energy it was hard to keep up with him. He had the sweetest and most mellow demeanor of any dog I have ever known. He would let you do whatever you wanted to him and he would just go with the flow. He was also pretty dopey too which made him even more endearing. He had the cutest face too. It was a perfect puppy face and stayed that way throughout his 14 years. His ears were a little small for his head which just added to his cuteness. He always loved it when I scratched his chin for him and would sit with me forever if I would only keep my fingers on that chin. Goddamnit I loved that dog.

He had a full life and he was blessed to have my mother taking care of him. A lot of people would have put him to sleep a long time ago. But my mom just couldn't let go and I don't blame her. He was comfortable up until his last moments. I knew he was going downhill but I thought we might have him for a few more months.

Here are a few pics of him at p-fest:

auntie and pepperoni and Nikkita

He moved at the last second...but notice the little ears that forgot to grow.

Pepper and Anner. I just adore this picture. Pepper was Anne's buddy from the moment she met him. Such a sweet dog. Good-bye buddy. I'll miss you.

Mon, 26 Dec 2005 17:11:08 GMT

I just slept for about 11 and a half hours and it was everything I thought it could be. I needed the rest SO bad.
Friday night was great, I went over to Eric's and we did our gift exchange. He got me a couple of pairs of socks - camo Sox socks and black socks with martinis on them. Very cute. He got me a Camo Sox hat and I LOOOOOOOOVE it. I also got The Shining, a Nightmare Before Christmas hoodie and another fun toy that I can tell you about if you ask :) I got him a pair of Pony sneakers that he coudln't find himself and he was totally blown away. His reaction was fucking priceless.
We hung out and drank and it was sexy and fabulous and we went to bed around 2:30 and then I got a call at 4 from a sobbing Lauren. Poor girl had herself a rough night and I felt so bad for her. I wished I could have given her a big hug. She calmed down a bit and I tried to go back to sleep at 4:30 but it didn't really work out so well. Total Suck. Hardly any sleep..got up and had breakfast with Eric and then I had to shower and jump in the car to head to mom and dad's. The drive was nice but I felt pressed for time because I had to do a double batch of cookies before the chirstmas eve party. I got everything baked AND made a run to the liquor store. The party ended up being not so painful as past years and I got nice and toasted on red wine.
Christmas morning was fun. I got lots of loot. Friends seasons 1,2,and 3, Desparate Housewives, Star Wars trilogy, some clothes, some wine glasses and a portable dvd player. SCORE.
We lounged around all day and it felt great.
Eric arrived around 5:30 and I could tell he was nervous. Truth be told, so was I. I knew he was going to be nervous and I just wanted the whole introduction process to be over with. I always get nervous with that, no matter who it is. But it ended up being great. He seemed to really like the house and my mom thought he was extremely nice. My dad said that he seems to pay a lot of attention to me which is something that my dad greatly appreciates and he also said that he can tell that I'm really happy. Which I am :) Eric got to meet JohnnyP too. She stopped by to drop off some cookies for me and a cd she made - such a sweet girl. All in all it was great. I still can't believe he let my whole family. He's fucking amazing.

I slept for like 12 hours last night. YES. I feel better and I am greatly looking forward to a day of doing NOTHING.