Last week I found a sty in my eye, so I went to the doctor at a walk-in clinic. She prescribed me some eye drops that I was to use for 7 days. Seven days later, and the sty is still around. I went back to the clinic and got a different doctor. He told me the drops I was using were not very good so he prescribed me some new ones. 3 more days to go. I really want to be able to wear contact lenses again. It's hard to see with these glasses, and my eyes get really tired. I know I will need to get new glasses soon.

And I wish we knew about our company switching extended health care providers! Now I am pretty much getting double the benefits this year! WOO!

My mom called me to tell me a friend of hers just sold his house and has to be out by July 15. Woo, two weeks to pack up a whole house. Then she tells me that she promised him that I had many boxes to give him.

It is true I do have a number of boxes, but not to give him! I've moved all the good boxes that I plan on re-using one day into my old storage locker. At this point, it's not convenient for me to go there because the rental property manager has my key. I told my mom I had 3 boxes around that I could spare. She said that wasn't good enough, and gave me a "but I already promised him! What am I supposed to tell him??"

I hope she figures it out!

That's my mom...if something doesn't happen that ways she envisions, forget about a compromise!

I told her I had three boxes, and then she assumed I wouldn't be unpacking any more boxes any time soon. I let her believe her assumption. I guess waiting until after this upcoming weekend isn't good enough.

When I buy junk food (which isn't that often), I forget about it. When I was packing up my stuff to move, I found a couple of packages of Mega peanut M&Ms. I don't remember when I bought them, but they don't make them anymore.

So now I am eating them. I don't care that they're stale!!!! It will not be possible for me to get this product again so I am going to enjoy it!!

Yum, stale candy! Mr. Nick is in England right now. I was tempted to ask him to bring back some chocolate...but I resisted. I have about 18 hours to ask him if I really want some...

I don't know where the weekend went. I think I wasted much time since I'm still exhausted. I'm REALLY happy that I found the suction cups for my dining table. At least I can set that up soon. I went TV shopping on the weekend with Voldemort, and he was extremely helpful. I'm looking forward to making my purchase! There are a few more things I need to find for my place, and I want to pick them up NOW! First I need to find them.

I am finding more problems in my suite. The developer guy had better call me back TODAY. My bathroom sink is peeling! I also need a phone jack fixed. And someone needs to paint the wall they put holes in when they came into my suite without my permission. And they have a couple of weeks to finish off fixing my earlier reported deficiencies. I wonder if it matters that wasn't fixed properly. The carpet in my bedroom was loose so they came and fixed it, but they left a gap between the carpet edge and the wall. I can see the floor/concrete!!

Another silly thing is that they appear to have nailed the shelves into my walls for me. Why wouldn't they use screws?? How am I supposed to remove those frickin' shelves?? HOW??

I wish I had a handyman. Too bad The Handyman is not around anymore.

I hope Voldemort's negativity isn't a constant thing...He said a couple of things to me on the weekend that really bothered me. After I post about it, I am going to forget about it so I can move on. When he came over to my place, he checked out the fan in my kitchen and told me it sucked. That's great that you think that, but what is telling me going to do? How did telling me benefit me?

And you know when someone says "no offence, but..."? He did that to me! He met Mr. Nick a couple of weeks ago at "Social Club." (I don't know why he calls it that when it's a bunch of coworkers getting together.) Apparently, Mr. Nick didn't make a good enough impression on him or other people. Should that matter? Nope. He has nothing to prove. But what does telling me that "people thought Mr. Nick was weird." do? Anyway, if you're going to say "no offence, but...", just don't say it. But when he first said that to me, I tried remembering back. Mr. Nick is a socialable guy, but the last two times we went out where he didn't know anyone, he just kept to himself. Did I totally miss that he's not comfortable being somewhere where he doesn't know anyone?

One thing I dislike is when I'm in a social situation and I have to worry about whether someone is comfortable if I'm talking to someone else. Another thing I dslike is having no one to talk to when everyone else is totally engrossed in their own conversations around me!

I thought that concrete was the key to living in a quiet home.

My neighbour upstairs is either doing karaoke or listening to music quite loudly! And there's no sense in trying to poke the ceiling with a broom because that sound won't travel!

Well, I can't wait to try out Rock Band at my place, in this case! And I guess one bonus to having security through the elevators is that people can't come upstairs or downstairs to knock on my door to complain; however, they would just end up complaining to the strata council and then there'd be fines.

Oh wait! There is no council yet! I plan on becoming part of it. It's the only way to really know what's going on in the buildings and to have some say into how this place is run!

I'm downloading a movie off iTunes right now since I can't watch live TV on my PC and I have no TV right now. I was able to watch TV on my PC before I moved, but now I can't. I wish I knew if it was because of my cables, that I haven't gotten TV set up yet, or if it's because of shoddy wiring.

My coworker on maternity leave is coming back. Her mat leave is the reason why I am working at my current company. Generally, I like working here, and I enjoy what I do! I'm so happy that my contract is being extended!

Anyway, she has been dreading her return even before she started her mat leave, and she's been gone for a year. She is constantly dreaming about winning the lottery and not having to work. I guess that is a pretty common dream. Her plan upon returning to the company was to work part-time, with 1 day in the office and 2 days at home. She also wanted less challenging work (going from writing to "light" editing). Cushy, right?  I'm not sure what she told our boss about her desired work conditions; I thought she would have set out exactly what she wanted.

Anyway, our boss has asked her to work 2 days a week in the office, and her role will be just as before. And now she is complaining about it. I don't think she even has to work, but she wants to have that extra cash, and she doesn't completely want to lose touch with our industry. She complains a lot about her job...she doesn't like how our boss does things and is constantly venting to me about how he should run things. And now she doesn't even want the job she was hired to do.

That is fine and all, but her complaining and ungratefulness is getting to me.

Because I have no qualms about our boss, and I am happy with the kind of work I do. And I would be over the moon if I had a full-time permanent job here. Aside from the benefits and getting a paycheque, I don't think she wants to work for the company at all.

When I moved into my last place, I lost a considerable amount of living space. And now I have a tiny bit of it back!

I set up a printer yesterday, and I LOVE my printer! It's laser! It's colour! YEAH! I haven't had a printer at home in 5 years. I've done all my printing at work! And then I have to sneak around if it's colour stuff.

I also have drawers in my closet! I love drawers! I want MORE!

As I sit here facing a blank wall, I wonder if I should up some shelves or something. I do hate to put things on or in walls, but it seems like wasted space with no shelves.

“The only trouble with resisting temptation is that you may not get another chance.”

That flirty mover I had...I wish he had asked me out -- not that I know what I would have done. We had some chemistry going on...But yet I am a taken woman.

Anyway, I called him today to ask him about my missing box in case there was a super slim chance that my box was still in his truck. We chatted for a bit, and he told me that he had thought about calling me after the move. For some reason, he didn't -- not sure why. Doesn't matter. He left the door wide open for me to give him some sort of sign today though, and I closed it. I didn't mention I had a boyfriend, but I told him that it was a real pleasure to meet him.

He did say I could call him any time though. BWAHAHAA He also offered to come back to my place to help me look for my missing box. Or bring me a box.

I was also looking at photos of my old co-worker's daughter, and thinking why would she give her kid a bowl mullet! BWAHAHA From the front, she has the stereotypical Asian bowlcut, and then it's long in the back! Her little girl is a real cutie though.

Mr. Nick is away this weekend doing his Ride to Conquer Cancer. I dropped him off this morning for the start of their 270 km bike ride. I know of people who have had cancer but I've never been close to anyone battle it (thank goodness). When I was around all the cyclists, for some reason I felt very emotional. I think I was feeling the energy around me. I was really touched by all these people trying to make a difference. There were 1701 riders and together they raised $6.9 million dollars.

I even cried about it. I saw this kid in a furry Russian style hat wearing jeans carrying a backpack, and I was thinking, what the heck? And then I saw his brother who was doing the ride, and then I saw their mom...with a scarf over her bald head. It is really touching for those who ride in honour of their loved ones. 

There is still a lot of crap going on with my new building, and I don't want to get into it now. But I met with a property manager to look at my old suite, and I found out that I don't have to rent out my storage locker! Woo! I'm keeping it for myself!!!

Right now I have no TV at my place, so I finally set up my PC so I could watch TV on it...Only my Live TV isn't working! Mr. Nick had a heck of a time setting it up for me at my old place...It could be a cable issue, but I don't feel like sitting under my desk for another hour. I also made all my cables nice and tidy by zap strapping everything!!!!

I was entertained for a short while with someone text messaging me. I had no idea who it was so I just went along with it. Turns out it was Mr. Penis Photo rearing his ugly head (no pun intended). WTF? It's been over 3 years since we last had contact. In his last email to me, he called me a loser. The last time I saw him was what...4 years ago? And I kicked him out. We had two dates. And he texts me asking to hook up and says he was thinking about me? Riiiiight. I don't remember anything about him; the only thing I remember is the impression he left on me.

Yesterday was my first official day in my new home. And the elevator was broken. AGAIN! It breaks down on a schedule, it seems. It breaks down in the morning, the service people come for about 4 - 5 hours, and then it's fixed in the mid-afternoon. This morning when I left, I pressed the Down button, which lit up. Then I heard a ka-kung and then the light went out.

I need to talk to someone about getting a key for the stairs. They keep saying for security reasons they won't give out the key because it's a master key.  Instead, they suggest we prop the door to our floor open. How ridiculous is that?? Instead of giving only the people who live there access to the stairs, let's give EVERYONE access! YEAH!

Unpacking is going more slowly than I thought. Yesterday was really hectic. My old place looks really clean now, but I will probably need to get the carpets cleaned. But I spent my first night at my new place! I even got some new sheets, which I am not that fond of. Maybe a few more washings will soften them up. Sateen is crunchy! And although I needed sheets with deep pockets, these are ridiculously big! I like tight sheets and these sheets are not giving me the tightness I need. BWAHAHAA

I hope to make good leeway on at least unpacking the kitchen this weekend. I'm expecting someone to fix my island today, and they're replacing a panel. With the elevator down, I wonder if they will come and do it, still.

Ah, the joys of moving :) I can't wait to enjoy my new home!

Recently, I noticed that Bloglines no longer shows updated tBlog posts!

I thought people weren't posting! I guess I should bookmark blogs through tBlog.

Time to do some catching up on blogs!

Last night Mr. Nick and I went to see Russell Peters!! The guy is hilarious!! It was his 20th anniversary tour, and it's getting filmed. I guess he will be coming out with another DVD at some point. And I'd never heard any of the jokes he used last night.

His segue from joke to joke was really seamless. I love that he knows a lot about lots of cultures. He's good with his languages!

And he really heckled some of the audience members. The show was well worth it!!

I also went indoor climbing yesterday as a team building exercise at work. That was fun, too...but not as fun as seeing Russell Peters! I'd never done it before since nobody I know really goes, and I'm also really terrified of heights!! I went for three runs, and I know I could have done more but I just really don't like being that high up. Looking down is a necessity for climbing, and I didn't really want to look down. I'd look as far as my feet but I didn't want to be able to see the ground. I guess you're supposed to be okay with falling a little bit?? My legs are a little sore today; stretching yesterday would have helped. My shoulders are a little tight too. Climbing is a great workout!!

Who am I supposed to complain to who will take action?

Since I've gotten possession of my new place, trades people have gone in there at least twice without my permission while I'm not there. The developer keeps telling me "we'll talk to the trades people. They're not supposed to do that." I am ready to change the locks and take legal action if I can!!

The elevator was broken yesterday, too. I don't have a problem getting out of my building because I can take the stairs, but there is no way for me to get to my floor without the elevator. When I left a message with the developer about people entering my suite, I also asked if I could get a key temporarily that would allow me to exit the stairs. I mean what else are you supposed to do when there is only one elevator in the building. Don't tell me there is no back up plan!

And the caretaker is useless. I know he's new to the building, but is he new to being a caretaker? Who do I complain to about him? His favourite line is, "there is nothing I can do about it." Well, offer some sort of solution, you idiot! Parking spots are assigned to owners. It's up to him to designate visitor parking. There have been at least three occasions where I've gone to park in my spot and someone is there. Last time I blocked them in. When my mom complained to him about it, he told US to put up signs. I will do that, but that crap is HIS job. I've had to tell him TWICE what phone number to use for my enterphone. He is frickin disorganized because he is also trying to appease everyone by being available all hours.

Maybe it would help him to set up some office hours or something and get organised. And leave any after hours stuff to the property management company? Geez.

I can understand that things can get a little hectic and lots of surprises come out during a move in into a new building but could there not be someone who was organized and can at least think on his feet?

I am also not impressed that there was no notice of cleaners and painters working on the outside of the building. At least offer some notice in case someone inside their suite needs to close the blinds or put on clothes or something!! I don't care that there are only a few people moved in...There are people who have moved in!!!

Oh, right now there are some streets around my new place that are blocked off because there was a shooting last night. Good thing I don't need to drive around there right now.

Wow, I have a lot of stuff...I'd definitely better stick to my goal of unpacking every single box by the end of July. But after today, I am not planning on moving for a REALLY long time. REALLY LONG!!! BWAHAHAA The last time I moved it was easy because I had nothing to move. But over five years, one can accumulate a lot of stuff!

So...the movers showed up half an hour late this morning, which was kind of good because when they got there, I got a call from my new building caretaker to tell me that the elevator wasn't working AGAIN! And could I wait before moving? Uhhh....when the movers are here, how do I wait? There was only a bit of yelling from me...I asked them if they were going to pay my movers to wait around. Luckily, my movers didn't have another move to tend to and they said I could keep my stuff in their truck overnight, need be.

So after three (!) hours, all my stuff got loaded into the truck. It took three guy three hours to load all my stuff!! There was a short distance to walk from the elevator to the truck, I guess. I talked to the building caretaker who said the two technicians were working on the elevator. Then my mom yelled at him for a bit. I know people can't control an elevator breaking down, but he could have made better suggestions. Oh, another brilliant suggestion the caretaker was for me to unload all my belongings in the lobby and move the "small things" myself by taking the stairs. Only...you can't exit the stairs to my floor. He asked if my movers could wait. Ugh. My movers said they would be on standby.

My laid back French Canadian movers went for a lunch break, and I went out for lunch too. When we were finishing up, the caretaker called to let me know the elevator was fixed (for now, I guess. BWAHAHAA). I called my movers to see if they were still available to finish the move today and they were. Praise them!

When I got to my new building, they were pressure washing the outside!!!!! They were washing higher up above the main entrance, and they were washing the ground...the ground that my stuff would have to travel over. I was not impressed. The caretaker attempted to ask them to work elsewhere for a bit. I don't think they really listened. But then when I was upstairs, they were painting or something near my floor and I chatted with them, too. Nice frienly young men! BWAHAHA

So my movers unloaded stuff. The cute one unloaded the elevator to my suite, and we chatted. He was very curious about my pole. One of the other guys thought it was a stripper pole, and cutie wasn't sure so he asked me about it. And then he asked me about pole dancing. He also asked me if that was my profession. Do I really look like a dancer?! BWAHAA Anyway, he noted my muscular shoulders...figured I was good. He was flirty with me and pleasant to talk with.

After 2 and 3/4 of an hour, they finished unloading my stuff. Nothing got broken although one lamp that was on its last legs will need some repair. It can't stand up anymore!

I'm just SO glad the move was completed today. Too bad I couldn't really do any unpacking. It was a 9 - 5 job! Overall, impressed with the movers and NOT impressed with my property management company. And definitely not impressed with the caretaker.

Oh and hair and dust balls mixed together are really gross.

My back is killing me from picking up boxes and I think my feet are tired from all the standing!

Yesterday, I decided I would turn on the self-clean option in my oven. I'd never used it before and was a little apprehensive because I've heard of fires starting. I wasn't really worried since I didn't have a lot of grease in my oven. Anyway, things did get burned off, which set off my smoke detectors. The smoke detectors in our building are very sensitive. I hear my neighbours' going off frequently. Anyway, I figured mine would go off eventually, but I did open all my windows and patio door and turn on all the fans. Then I put in earplugs because man, those detectors are LOUD!

When they didn't stop, I kept thinking, I hope nobody calls the fire department. I also didn't want to open my apartment door because I didn't want to set off the building's fire alarm. Anyway, I kept packing away...and heard some sirens. I didn't think too much of it, but this thought  crossed my mind "I hope they're not coming for me!"

Anyway, probably about 10 minutes later, there's a knock on my door. I'm thinking, "oh no...it's some annoyed neighbour." I look through the peephole and it's a firefighter....BWAHAHA

I open the door. There are three firefighters,  and of course, they're worried. They ask if everything is okay. I told them yes and that I was using the self-clean option on my oven. They took a look to make sure everything was okay. Apparently, they could smell something upstairs. They tried to see if they could turn off the oven, but it wasn't possible. Anyway, as soon as I opened the door and some air came in, the alarms stopped. The firefighters were very friendly and told me not to be embarrassed.

I wasn't embarrassed, but I felt bad that they come out for something that wasn't an emergency. After they left, the alarms didn't go off again. They advised me to open the door for a few seconds if the detectors went off again.

I was mildly annoyed about my neighbour that lived upstairs from me though. When the firefighters came, she was with them. She apologized and said she was worried, and that she had gone down to the ground floor to talk to this other guy who lived in the building (I'm on the third). But WHY IN THE WORLD would she just not come knock on my door in the first place?! (Well, maybe she did and I didn't hear it, but I sure heard the firefighters knock. And if she didn't mention that she tried knocking on my door.)

And yesterday was my only opportunity for a full day of packing since I got back from Boston. I had hoped Mr. Nick could have helped me do more packing overall, but he's come for several hours on 2 occasions. He is mad that I'm not satisfied with the amount of help he has given. I am thankful for the help that he has given, but I thought that being my boyfriend would mean that he'd do almost as much packing as I did.

My mom reminded me that this isn't his home. It's true, but he is still able to come and go here as if it was his own, and he does spend time here. It was already hard enough for me to ask for him to help. At least I think I asked...and if not, I guess it was my mistake that he would help as much as possible.) And he is not going to be around to help me get settled into my new place.

Yet he expects a key.

Right now, I don't really want to give him a key to my new place. I don't feel he's entitled. And what would be the point? He's not going to come over when I'm not around. And he's not going to think of it as his place anyway. Well, maybe I will give him a key to get inside the apartment since the enter phone is linked to my cell phone. I can let people into my building no matter where I am! YEAH!

I had already journalled my feelings about all this, but blogging has helped me even more. I'm not angry anymore, and I have come to a decision about what to do about keys for Mr. Nick in my new place! (He had pretty much demanded a key fob to get into my current building, and I had to lie to my building manager to get one.)

And the movers are coming tomorrow!!! I am getting excited. I won't be sleeping in my new place until Thursday though. How much am I supposed to tip movers? $20 each if it is a fairly easy move?! $25?? Help!!

I was thinking about the counselor said to me earlier this week. She told me I had too many rules. When she said that, I was flabbergasted. As far as I was concerned, I'd never made ANY rules for Mr. Nick. I've never told him what he absolutely can or cannot do, so I don't know how this notion of me and rules came up. I am not a controlling person. The only thing I've ever requested is no phone calls after 10, but Mr. Nick still calls me then anyway.

But something came up for him while I was in Boston. He had a very bad experience with a dermatologist. He mentioned it in one line of an email. I had replied to that email offering some words of comfort. He replied to my response, but it was just mostly venting about what his doctor said about the dermatologist. I didn't bother replying to that email for a number of reasons:

1. The doctor that badmouthed the dermatologist wasn't doing anyone any favours and I didn't want to feed into the negativity. Mr. Nick just regurgitated everything the doctor said, but I was thinking...why don't you stop reliving that and move forward towards thinking about getting better?
2. I felt like all Mr. Nick wanted was pity from me, and I didn't want to give him any.
3. I was going to be home in two days, and since he's not diligent about replying to my emails, I didn't think it was necessary to reply to his email with high priority. (It was a little "here's a taste of your own medicine."
4. After the lengthy diatribe about what his doctor said, he ended the email with one line to say he was hoping I was having a better time in Boston [than what he was going through].
5. It would have been too much of a pain to reply to his email saying everything I would have by typing in my iPod.

Although I had free wifi, the only time I was at a computer was when I borrowed my cousin's laptop -- hence only two blog posts while I was gone!

In counseling, we talked about his medical emergency and my lack of response to it. What he had really wanted was for me to contact him by phone. I said if he really needed to, he could have called me. I had my cell phone with me all the time, and I told him exactly what hotel and what room I was staying in. But he took it as a rule that I did not want phone calls while I'm away. I would prefer not to, honestly, but what did he think I was going to do if he called? Hung up on him? Told him I didn't want to talk to him? Tell him I hated him and to never call again? What would have been the worst thing to happen if he called me?

Like, seriously!

On a more positive note, I did a presentation for my team yesterday for the first time ever, and when I was done, my boss said I did an excellent job and then asked me if I had participated with Toastmasters before!

Hurrah!

I'm so looking forward to meeting the building's caretaker. He sure is on the ball. I told him which building number I was in, and he wasn't sure which  street it was. And when I asked him where the movers could park, he was only able to tell me one area. When I asked him about an area on the other side of the building, he  wasn't sure what I was talking about and to only park in that one alley.

Great!

Went to the allergist this morning and got the skin prick test. The results were mostly different from the blood test I got through the naturopath.

I had  a feeling the previous reactions I'd gotten were because of carrots and celery -- not because of them, but what was on them. Of course I was right! :-p

Anyway, things I need to avoid...birch, alder, oak (and the things those tree products treat like a whole gamut of fruit), dust mites, dog/cat saliva/urine, runny eggs (naturopath told me I had a strong allergy to eggs...allergist said it was mild), high fight dairy products, and wheat.

Not bad!

But one thing I should highly consider is to not use feather pillows or comforters....

Why aren't there razors that are shin-friendly! I've normally been very careful. But last night, I don't know what I was thinking (or wasn't thinking!) I lost skin on both shins!! I haven't lost skin in years!!! Serves me right for not wearing glasses while shaving, I guess.

And hurrah! The purchase of my place has gone through! Now I just need to get the phone call about picking up my keys.

Last night, Mr. Nick and I saw our counselor. I think we finally had some sort of breakthrough. I was thinking that we'd had a lot of sessions already with not a whole lot of progress. But then again, we'd not been very diligent about practising what we learned in counseling. Anyway, she gave us a tongue lashing. The bottom line is that we can no longer keep assuming the other person is a mind reader. And I need to provide Mr. Nick with unconditional support.

What I do know from my seminar that providing unconditional support is not always easy, at least I've had some practice now.

I usually leave those counseling sessions feeling really down. Last night was no exception. 

There was something else I was going to write, but I don't remember what now...

Oh! Yes! The J Man invited me to a good-bye gathering he's organizing. Luckily I can't make it; otherwise, I'd be thinking about whether I wanted to or not. He's off to Sweden for several months to work and travel. I haven't talked to him or seen him since we broke up a couple/few years ago except for that one time we saw each other while I was at a bus stop and then we Facebook messaged each other with some brief catchup small talk. Yet I feel like it's some last chance to say bye or see him or something. Maybe I wouldn't even be thinking about this if I hadn't seen a photo of him yesterday and then started thinking about a certain part of his anatomy...BWAHAHA

I threw out more stuff yesterday and it sure felt good!! Good bye old photos of Big Mouth Boy. I hate having gaps in my photo albums though. There are also a number of photos where I just cut him out.

And today I just made a change to go paperless with my bank statements. The reason I made the switch was that I'm cheap. A cheque I wrote was cashed, but I have no recollection who it was for. If I want to look at the cheque image online, I have to pay! But if I receive paperless statements, I can view my cheque images for free! But the less paper I have, the better. Now...should I still keep my old receipts?

The property management people also ought to call me back quickly so we can get the ball rolling on other biz!

I don't know what is up with the latest version, but for me it crashes constantly. I can't do mass uploads. The only way I have mild success with it is by uploading small batches and not using any of the features, like adding tags and descriptions as a batch.

The crashing has rendered the batch uploader...useless! It's not a time saver at all anymore!  And I have photos to upload!!

I'm back home from Boston. The trip was a lot of fun, and I didn't feel left out like I usually do on family trips.

I ate so poorly that my body is really paying for it now! I also didn't buy a whole lot which is unusual for me on vacation! BWAHAHA It was good to hang out with the fam.

But now I'm back at work, and stressing out about moving!

I need to pack, maybe find a plumber, find some cleaners, and most importantly, find a tenant!!

i'm so tired I have no notion of what day it is or what I've done...

This morning we went to Salem, MA to visit my aunt and uncle. I saw some really gross bathrooms. People have been having digestion issues.

Then we stopped in a town and had some lobster rolls. The weather was perfect! We saw a beautiful beach.

Then a bit of shopping and some dinner in Chinatown.

I'm very dehydrated.

And in a rush because I'm typing on cousin's laptop. 

Bostonians are not very friendly, I've found! And I don't know if it's just me, but they seem to stare a lot.

And what is up with all the Dunkin' Donuts? They are so dry! Where are the Krispy Kremes? 

Tomorrow is Trader Joe's and a tour of Harvard! Can't wait! I'll get to train it up!

Not the most comfortable flight, but I'm glad we made it safely!

Staying in a fabulous hotel with awesome service.

Have gotten in a bit of shopping. May need to buy some more clothes. It's A LOT chillier than I thought it'd be.

Stuffed myself silly at the Top of the Hub. Gorgeous views, scrumptious food, and impeccable service (unlike the place we went to last night...The Ivy.)

I'm totally carbing it up and now I am getting sugar arms!

Boston is lovely so far! Even the family is bearable! BWAHAHA