Nealmeister

Grey's, Skipping on the Gym, Skipping on Football

Well, my roomie isn't even home from winter break yet, and yet... I've reverted into the typical semester routine: skip out of work at about 8:25pm; take the Orange Line home and quickly exit at Community College; pick up a half-gallon of Breyer's ice cream at Foodmaster; contemplate going to BSC (and thinking: "nah... legs days are meant to be skipped!"); and then slog home and quickly strip off all of the lawyer clothes, plunk on the DePaul sweatshirt, and turn on Grey's Anatomy. 

I know what's coming my way.  The ritual perpetuates a whole number of long running jokes, among them: (i) since when did you become a woman? (ii) since when did you grow a flappy v ____jay (iii) since when did you become a lesbian? (iv) since when did you come out?  It resounds wholeheartedly of Captain Marino.  Personally, I prefer to proclaim that I'm pregnant.  But that whole discussion is for another day.

Reality for today: it was wicked wicked freezing out in Boston today.  I was supposed to meet up with some folks at the Pub99 after work to watch the Orange Bowl and grab some beers, but I was wicked wicked freezing when I got out of the O-line at Community College and my body literally shuddered at the thought of alcohol.  Yes, shuddered.  Once I got home, I thought the gym would be an option... that is, until my blackberry started buzzing (you know I had to answer; I can't disconnect from work). Next, I quickly realized, once I got to my parking spot, that the door to my Corolla was literally frozen shut.  Shuddered, Buzzed, Frozen Shut.  That left me with one option: watch Greys.

Now, I haven't been as die-hard of a Grey's fan as last year this time.  Between the writers' strike, a newfound love for Brothers and Sisters, and certain longing for Dr. Burke and Addison Montgomery-Shepherd, I just have been missing Grey's more.  But tonight, I shed a couple of tears for Dr. O'Malley (dude--I would give my heart to save my dad too) and found a nice new song for the "Shitty Day" playlist [Get Well Soon/by the Perishers].

Anyway, my apartment is a mess.  I need to devise a way to clean it up before Jess comes home on Sunday and Kevin lands in Boston later that day.  My Christmas Tree is still up (pictures coming soon--"December Vacation Album" style on Facebook), the floor really needs to be vacuumed, and I have a whole pile of bills that need to be filed.

Plus, I need to email back the realtor dude from Otis & Ahearn who was reading all of my house-hunting obsessed emails and has since tracked me down.

Gosh, that was quite the devigation.  What I really wanted to say was... I came home to watch Grey's Anatomy tonight.

New life stressor for 2008: House Hunting

While most of my friends are either getting married (engagement party pics are up in a backdated post) or are having/have had kids (the latest, S&N down in Portland, who, by the way, are going to be WICKED AWESOME parents), I've decided that 2008 is the year that I totally need to buy a place.   Forget about trying to hold down a relationship with a living, breathing person.  Instead, I really want a swatch of land (in condo form, nonetheless) in the my hometown-irish-ghetto-turned-gentrified-yuppie-heaven (Charlestown) and establish a long-term relationship with a bank (a-la-NDFCU or FannieMae) for the long-haul.

See Exhibit A: The current real estate lust:

Now, most people would be like "oh, that's a cute townhouse for $499k."  Then, they'd turn around and start hating on me because there's no way, in my right mind, that I should be purchasing something like this for $499k.  No way!  Truth is, I have "me wantee" written all over me AND it's on a street with all of these nostalgic memories AND the added bonus: 2 bedrooms, two baths.  Wait, 2bed, 2ba?  Yes... Wait, must be a big house?! Well, here's the catch...

The saga will only continue.  After the new year, I think I've got to sign up for one of those first-time homebuyer workshops at MassHousing and see how much I can afford.  Maybe a financial planner will be nice.  And perhaps a shrink, because I have a feeling that I will drive myself AND my roommate crazy over this house hunting fiasco!