When I got up this morning it was cold. That’s nothing new, it was cold last night. We had the thermostat set at about 85 but the temperature only hit about 70. We seem to have a well insulated home. (that was sarcasm kiddies)

This morning though… it was cold. Really cold.

I went to weather.com and checked the outside temperature in Methuen, MA. -4 degrees Fahrenheit. That was at home. I checked the temperature in Framingham, MA too. (that’s where I work) It was -6 degrees Fahrenheit.

I hate cold, but I can deal with it. I love New England so much that I know I will never ever want to leave. If the ice caps melt and the jet stream changes and New England turns into a frozen tundra they are still going to have to drag me out kicking and screaming…

But -4 degrees? Gimme a break. That’s too cold for me. That’s wrap-yourself-up-in-a-blanket-and-stay-in-bed-until-spring kinda cold.

Brrrrrrrrr

I am on-call, watching the Bruins, and reading Juliana Hatfield's book
while R2-D2 patrols the room.

I was singing this jingle to Jen the other day… I love youtube.

I got this cool little iPhone app that lets you upload photos from the phone directly to photobucket. It seems like a nice idea, but it’s really… really… slow. I got it because it has a nice feature that lets you take new pictures and save them directly to photobucket. It’s nice… but it’s really… really… slow.

It works though, and here’s proof:

I suddenly have this urge to take dawn/twilight pictures of the moon. Weird.

Yesterday the hawk that lives near our building landed on the ledge right outside my window. I took this (and the one I posted yesterday, and one other too) while sitting at my desk.

What else…

Last night I did something I don’t know if I’ve ever done before. I talked in my sleep. I started telling Jen that the kids were doing the homework assignment that she told them to do. It came from some woman in Pittsburgh (do I know anyone in Pittsburgh?). The assignment was to come up with a homework assignment for Kindergärtners. I guess I started telling Jen all about it and she had no idea what I was talking about so I started arguing with her that she in fact did know what I was talking about. Then she told me to roll over and go to sleep so I did. Shortly after that she said she had the same dream.

Weird.

What else…

Jim Rice is in the Baseball Hall of Fame. No, he probably doesn’t belong there based on his numbers. He was the most feared hitter in baseball for a while, and in 1978 he had one of the most monstrous offensive seasons ever, but he fell off the edge of the world in 1987 or so, and he could never play defense very well. Still, he was a Red Sox lifer (still is. He is a commentator on the Red Sox broadcasts on NESN) and I wanted to see him get in. I still remember reading the stats pages in the early 80’s and seeing Rice and fellow Sox outfielder Tony Armas dominating the power stats with right fielder Dwight Evans never far behind. Sure the team was never all that great in those years, but they were still fun to watch.

Congratulations Jim Rice!

What else…

Wedding preparations continue. Last night we bought another box of invitations so that we can have the freedom to make mistakes while printing them out. We also got a couple of items for use as favors. We’ve flip flopped like a Congressman on whether or not to bother with favors. Last night we walked into a store to buy supplies and were totally 100% sure we weren’t doing favors. By the time we got to the check out though we were 100% sure that we were. (For the record, “flip flopped like a Congressman” is going to be my new saying. I’m going to use it so often that everyone will get to the point they want to punch me when they hear it. Good times!)

Jen printed out a test invitation on Saturday and took it to Mary’s birthday party for some feedback. A couple of changes and an addition were suggested and we will incorporate all of it. Then the only issue is getting the damn printer to print the damn things. The process is annoying. Jen also ordered some tissue papery stuff and some lined envelopes last night. She is awesome.

Oh, and Jen and Mary are going out tonight to pick out Mary’s maid of honor dress. I get to stay home and be on call. Nice! (That was sarcasm, I hate being on call.)

What else…

Nothing. That’ll do for now.

Tweeeeet

I said I was going to update this daily, so I better get crackin’

What to write about?

ummmmmmmm… what to write about.

Well there are only eight days remaining in the Bush II administration. Back when I was still in college I often referred to him as Bush II, or Bush the Second, or Bush the Younger, or silly things like that. There was a guy who worked for Dr Canning who also ran a radio show on WUML called SBS named Joss who coined the perfect phrase to use as both a title and a description of President George W. Bush: The Boy King. Absolutely perfect.

I have also always been fond of a statement made by a member of Mission of Burma, I think it was Peter Prescott. I can’t remember if I heard it at a show or on a tape of a show, and I can’t recall if he actually used an expletive or not so I won’t use quotation marks, but it was something along the lines of: He’s not my president. My memory likes to think he thew an f-bomb in there too.

Anyway, eight days away from the end of the regime. Eight days away from a potential fresh start. Eight days away from President Obama. I will not give the new President carte blanch (did I spell that right?) but I hope he digs right in and starts making changes for the better. I can’t imagine him, or anyone else for that matter, being capable of making things worse.

I was thinking about taking a vacation day on January 20th so that I could watch the innaguration live. More spefically so I could dance and sing and scream with elation at the top of my lungs when Barak Obama takes the oath of office… officially removing The Boy King. That’s going to be a beautiful moment in American History. I already took a day off this month though so I don’t think I will. I’ll be cheering in spirit though.

So check out the transition team’s website, change.gov, and see what the new administration is planning on for the first few days in office. Like I said, it can’t be any worse than what we have now. Two foreign wars, totally ineffectual responses to major natural disasters (what did George II say? You’re doing great Brownie?), and a nearly collapsed economy. The state of things in the USA today is sort of like starting the new President off with two strikes against him, and while I generally have zero faith in any politicians, I have to have a little bit of faith in President Obama.

Why? Because I may be wrong about it not being able to get any worse.

Speaking of elections, Ricky Henderson will be elected to the Major League Baseball Hall of Fame today. (Did you see how I steared the topic away from the seriousness of the Presidential transition to something frivolous like baseball? Pretty good, eh?) It is also Jim Rice’s last chance to get in via the baseball writers association ballot. I lean toward the he-is-not-worthy side of the Jim Rice question, but I still want to see him get in. It is definitely a home town decision for me, but I don’t care. I want to see Jim Rice in Cooperstown.

What the hell kind of animal is that supposed to be?

Yesterday was bridesmaid dresses. Today is flowers. Here we see
Jenny waiting for the florist.

Ahhh the Registry of Motor Vehicles.

First we go to a bed and breakfast in Woodstock, VT. We “discovered” this little town during a road trip to see Rush in Saratoga, NY and fell in love with the place. We’ll stay here a couple of days and just. do. nothing. This is the relaxing, calm, peaceful portion of the honeymoon.

Then the site seeing vacation part of the honeymoon begins.

From Woodstock we go to Gettysburg, PA and be history geeks for a couple of days. From Gettysburg we go to Washington, DC and be touristas for a few more days. Including in the touristaness will be a day in Mt Vernon visiting President/General George’s old place, and maybe (but probably not) a day in Monticello visiting Tom Jefferson’s digs.

Then we have a few days that we are leaving open for anything. Technically these days are reserved for driving home from DC, but if we decide to stop somewhere or visit someplace, or if something catches our eyes from the road we will stop and enjoy. The final few days will be spent at home recovering and just enjoying the fact that we are officially hitched.

We booked our honeymoon.
>insert giddy smiley face here<