Fenway Footsteps

Today was my landmark adventure of braving the Boston monster. Not the green one. The silver one. The T. I found my way to the Newtonville stop-probably the dodgiest square foot of my town. Five minutes after the train was supposed to be there ( punctuality is obviously not important in this town) I climbed on and had my ticket punched by the cute little guy in the top hat just like on The Polar Express. For eight minutes I tried to figure out which way was Northeast. Who gives directions with actual directions? Do they really expect me to carry around a compass? Geez. When the train stopped I realized that I had arrived footsteps from Fenway Park. Literally. I could touch it if the policeman guarding the park didn't look like he would tazer me. Who would have known that I work just around the block from the home of the Red Sox?

Thankfully I made some friends with connections at work today. By connections I mean a car. Bottom line-I got a ride home and didn't have to try to make it to my house in the dark on a creepy train.

Now I'm watching Dr. Phil realizing that husbands are stupid. Not that I would know but these guys are awful. Who tells their wife they're ugly? What is wrong with this world? I did learn a very important fact that brought me some clarity though: many people wrap up body image with self image. Dr. Phil says that's a no no. Your image of your body should not affet your image of your self. I jotted that down as my challenge for the week.

While we're on the subject of husbands I feel like I am the last person in the world that will ever have one. Why is everyone around me getting married???? It's like Birds only diamond rings and bridal showers are attacking me. I feel like God knows I want to Feel Pretty Oh So Pretty in a white wedding dress and just says good for you but we're gonna let everyone around you get that first. Why couldn't he have had that train of thought when it came to my period????