Ladies and Gentlemen, Welcome to the Main Event! Are you ready to Arrrrchiiiiiive?

My 8 year old self who was a dedicated G.L.O.W. and WWF fan would have loved this job.  The WWE (f/k/a WWF) is currently seeking an Archivist.  The first qualification for this job is an "extensive past and present knowledge of WWE and related entities."  This seemingly large pool of qualified candidates is most likely greatly reduced by the second qualification: "thorough knowledge of records management and archival management principles and methodologies."

So they're looking for someone who remembers the Bushwackers (who licked my brother's shaved head at a WWF event at the Hartford Civic Center!), mourned Macho Man Randy Savage's recent death with one last, "Ohhhhhh yeahhhhh" but also someone who is a trained archivist. 

I hope they find the little girl or boy (now grown) who carefully photographed and catalogued their wrestling action figures and signed event programs!


My favorite: George the Animal Steele & his green tongue!

Thank you to our bus driver!

Today I was the annoying bus passenger with a stroller (car seat attached to it- making it bulkier).  The type of rider the MBTA considered banning.  I had to bring Lexi to daycare on the bus, in her stroller and car seat since we will be taking an Amtrak train later this afternoon to Rhode Island and my mom (who doesn't own a car seat) is picking us up at the station. 

Despite the fact that we took up a lot of space, the driver was exceptionally courteous.  He even got out of his seat to help us on and off and didn't start the bus until he was sure the stroller was secure.  I wish I had thought to see which operator number he was, but since I didn't, a big thank-you to the gentleman driving the Route 7 bus that picked us up at the corner of L and Broadway this morning around 7:35ish!

Once at South Station, we were able to enjoy the stroll to daycare! 

Enjoying the Chinatown Park portion of the Rose Kennedy Greenway

You Such a Dirty Bad Girl... Beep Beep! uh, uh!

There's an ad on Craigslist announcing Bunim-Murray Productions, creators of MTV’s The Real World is casting for the reality show that "brings seven self-proclaimed 'bad girls' together in a beautiful mansion." 

Fame and fortune, here I come!  Please accept my submission for the Bad Girls Club below:

A brief BIO telling us what makes you a “Bad Girl”

Oh man, where do I start?  Well, for starters, I can par-tay.  Nick and I were at a wedding this past weekend, and I burned up the dance floor to "the Twist" "Let's Twist Again" and "I Saw Her Standing There."  And despite the fact that my dogs were barking, I even tried to learn the Dougie (in heels!) 

Currently I am wearing black socks, even though my pants are navy blue.  I've also been known to wear white after Labor Day.  (Shut up, right?!)

I'm a librarian, but my bookshelf is arranged by binding color.

If I fart in a public place, I look around as if searching for someone else to blame.

Despite the fact that it's indisputably the most important meal of the day, occasionally I'll skip breakfast.

Attach several photos
 

My humor isn't for the weak at heart



I am clearly wearing Bling

 

Not afraid to ruin an otherwise great photo



Former saxophone player.  The flute was just too "safe" for me.



Bad-ass ride. 


In sum, I think I would make an excellent addition to The Bad Girls Club.  MTV HMU!  (That's Hit Me Up for those of you not up on your street slang.)

Yeah Baby, yeah!

These fliers are all over Southie these days. Taped on the same poles that advertise the M.O.M. Stroller Workouts. Who knew Southie was such a swingin' place?
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Dumb and Dumber

This morning after grabbing my Dunkin' Iced Coffee, I waved to our building security woman and walked up to the elevator keypad. 
For some reason the button wouldn't light up to signal the elevator was coming down to the lobby.  Only after about a minute of frustration did I realize I was trying to call the elevator by holding my building security pass in front of the button and waiting for it to light...  Amazingly, my frustration ended when I took the more conventional route of pushing it.

This is quite possibly even worse than the time my husband and I went to Lucca in the Back Bay right before Lexi was born.  After perusing the menu, I looked at Nick and said, "Well, I think I'm going to have the 10 and 22."  Confused, he asked what the hell I was talking about. 
"Isn't your menu numbered?" I asked as I pointed to the salad and pasta dishes I wanted to order.  Nick looked at me, and realizing his wife's I.Q. had dropped numerous points over the previous nine months, sadly told me, "Those are the prices!"

:Hey Limoliner, I want my money back

"Please stay seated. If someone hits us, we're going to go flying." -our LimoLiner stewardess

We are stuck in middle of 91 in front of Exit 7 sign as our driver's side luggage hatch flew open. Um, this isn't why I paid $80 for a bus ticket...
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Dear Southie Residents & Visitors,

Happy St. Patrick's Day!  It's my first one!  I am not in a place to judge, because I tend to wolf down my bottles and spit up all over myself, but please try and keep all public vomiting to a minimum today.