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.)