the private workforce

fuck art --- i want fetussses in jars

2011-11-12T21:01:00.001-05:00

Next weekend we're packing up the boyz and taking our first! family! roadtrip! To Philly. Ahhh, Philadelphia in November, it's what dreams are made of. I've never been there so I've been asking around to find out what things we shouldn't miss while we're there. So far I've got the marketplace thing where we will go and buy expensive Artesian (I know) foods, a brunch place, and what could be the holy grail/mecca of my lifetime - the Mutter Museum of Medical Oddities.

In other news, I've set my location as "surface road and interstate 93" which to my best estimation is actually a methadone clinic under a bridge. Party time!

silas peed on my pillow.

2008-09-12T07:03:00.000-04:00

The last time someone did that to me I gave them away.

Bugs, Celebiticians, and "Juice"

2008-09-11T16:43:00.009-04:00

I think it would be illegal to call it juice.

Silas wasn't so sure about Hillary and to be honest the man hands put me off a bit, too.

Guy spotted this lurker in the bushes in front of the house. I had no idea praying mantises (manti?) hung in the Northeast.

i HATE the name of these things - meme

2008-09-11T10:39:00.005-04:00

Four jobs I've had (after carefully combing through my fuzzy memories of over 30 jobs)
1. Counter person at Pick-n-Pull junkyard in Auburn, NY.
2. Dog walker for DoggieDay who I had to threaten with legal action to get my last paycheck after I quit by handing over keys to 30 different apartments in Back Bay and saying 'I'm done'.
3. Waitress at Cheers. (No! I DON'T KNOW your fucking name!!!)
4. Machine operator at Tessy Plastics. We made cell phones and plastic speculums
Four movies I can watch over and over shortened to two because I hate movies.
I make the claim that I hate movies when the truth is I really just hate the feeling of being trapped while watching them. When I sit down to watch something, usually at Guy's urging, I have mild to moderate anxiety until the plot gets going a little bit and I can decide whether or not this is really something I can commit to. After the halfway mark the anxiety gears up again and I start wondering when it's over - even if I enjoy it - and I have to check the run time. The following are no exception:
1. Beetlejuice
2. Idiocracy

Four places I have lived in no particular order.
1. Conquest, NY in an old farmhouse on 40 acres. Our mailing address was Port Byron but we were in the Weedsport school district.
2. Cortland, NY for one month until I realized I didn't want to get a job and pay my own rent so I moved back in with my parents and went back to school so I could take Tropical Field Biology (again) and go to the Cayman Islands for 3 college credits.
3. Fall River, MA. This was a shortsighted move. I chose this place before I started law school because of the price and the pet-friendliness. Six months in I was woken by the sound of a gunshot at 2am. I looked out the window and saw two dudes running down the street and the cops showed up minutes later. I moved two weeks later.
4. Boston,MA. Meh.
Four TV shows I love
1. "Morning Joe" .
2. "Maury"
3. "Project Runway"
4. "Bringing Home Baby" even though it's ALL LIES.
Four places I've vacationed
1. Grand Cayman
2. Paris
3. Toronto - all the time when I lived in Upstate NY - it's about a 3.5 hour ride.
4. Shelby,NC -Mom & Dad's house.
Four of my favorite dishes
1. Pizza made by my
chef
husband Guy.
2. Trader Joe's Jaipur Vegetables.
3. any kind of stir fry with tempeh.
4. Taco Bell cheesy bean and rice burritos.
Four sites I visit daily
1. What Would Tyler Durden Do?
2. not that you asked...
3. dooce
4. facebook
Four places I would rather be right now
1. The driver's seat of my first car - a 1973 Volvo 144
2. My senior year of high school. I could have gotten away with so much more than I did.
3. This dude's life.
4. The Frog Pond in Boston Common watching Silas splash and play with other kids.
Five people I am tagging ok maybe just Two except I'm not sure what tagging does.
1. Guy.
2. Trinity .

Let's Not Fuck This Up

2008-09-09T15:02:00.002-04:00

i sure love john stewart

Sure, it's on comedy central, but so far no one else is doing the job of pointing out that a vote for McCain is really a vote for Bush.

How the F?

2008-09-03T08:11:00.002-04:00

Is Levi Johnston in my extended network on MySpace??

Oh, if you think I have better things to do than cyberstalk the boyfriend of the 17 year old pregnant daughter of the Republican vice president nominee Sarah Palin, you obviously don't know me very well.

Oh, Guess What?

2008-09-02T20:45:00.002-04:00

The cinnamon in the new Total Cinnamon Crunch cereal is more CONVINCING than the cinnamon in Cinnamon Toast Crunch.

in re: what was she wearing??

2008-09-02T11:16:00.001-04:00

Here at the Bellino house we're following the election with unbounded zeal and enthusiasm. Channel 53 (MSNBC, natch) is ALWAYS on, and we mourned the absence of our beloved Mika and Joe during both the Olympics and the incessant coverage of The Impending Doom of Well Really It Wasn't Sooo Bad Hurricane Gustav. I'm not going get into most things political here because if I did it would quickly deteriorate into lots of fucks and whores and goddamns and reallys? and if anyone wanted to hear that they could just sit outside my livingroom window for an hour.

However, I can't sit mute after witnessing the grave, grave transgression that was Cindy McCain's outfit on the first day of the Republican National Convention. See Exhibit A. Something something cripes lady wtf?? (no fucks and whores here!) It was worse than that - See Ex.B. Jesus the color! the collar! the pleats!

Anyway - in other new of the world, Silas is walking. My just-barely ten month old little boy is WALKING. I no longer have an infant. I'm a mom to a TODDLER. Granted, he's not a full time toddler just yet but it certainly isn't for lack of trying. The living room is on full lockdown - double gates, plastic electrical outlet plugs, creative use of linking rings keeping the doors to the tv stand closed - yeah, it's like that. Silas has a bottomless reserve of energy and I am so thankful I have Guy here to help. He's the best dad/husband ever.

in re: juris doctor

2008-04-19T16:37:00.003-04:00

holy crap i'm almost done. i finished a 20pp paper and i have three finals. Graduation is May 16th and because I've decided not to take the bar until February, I have the summer off! That's not 100% accurate, actually. I missed the eligibility mark to sit for the MA bar so I have to retake the mpre. Blah. I scored high enough to take RI, but we're moving back to Boston and I'm not interested in taking a bar exam in august then taking another in feb.

In more exciting (?) news, the Sizzler has TWO teeth coming in -- poor thing. He rolls around now too, enjoys the wind in his face, and isn't fond of the taste of napkins. This summer will more than make up for last summer's Time of Great Suck.

Also -- I'm trying to get Guy to guest post in hopes that he will catch the blog bug and make one of his own. He used to post on his myspace blog and it was kind of popular and definitely funny. So -- GUY --- POST PLEASE!!!

in re: mf top chef

2008-02-10T11:18:00.000-05:00

holy shit i made dinner all by myself from a recipe and everything. well, almost all by myself -- Guy had to step in and thankfully so because apparently the recipe was retarded and would ~~possibly~~ have rendered dinner inedible.

Hawaiian stir fry tempeh or something like that was the name of the recipe -- it was delightful despite what that picture on the left may indicate. while I was cooking -- which could have possibly added to the need for help from Guy -- I had to open a bottle of wedding wine because the 15 yr old boys that live upstairs were STOMPING and BANGING and I was about to LOSE IT. I don't know what my problem is but I can't stand noises like that so yes, Mom drinks to cope.

Last night I also bugged myself out AGAIN about random chemicals in everything baby-related because I spent hours poring over websites like this one, and this one. To be fair, the second one is pretty cool and i found links to a ton of other places with things i want to buy and do and try and i'm sure i never will. For example: Swap-o-Rama. How cool. I know better though -- I am WAY too lazy to be pawing through other people's clothes to then have to ALTER them. I'm all about thrift stores but jesus it's like a major triumph if i sew a button back on something. Wait -- that's NEVER HAPPENED so that would be like apocalyptic.

in re: the Belmonts

2008-02-06T13:43:00.000-05:00

i'm super annoyed. as some may know, i'm kind of obsessed with castlevania, at least until i finish 3/4's of a title and lose interest. i'm currently playing three of them; harmony of dissonance, symphony of the night, and circle of the moon, all on different game-playing apparatus. i just downloaded this one which i will probably start today because of the issues i'm having with circle of the moon. it's not that circle of the moon is much different from any of the others in the castlevania family; you run around an over-sized castle hacking up things like Melty Zombies, floating eyeballs, and skeletons who throw bones, barrels, and boomerangs at you.
no, the problem here is that after level grinding for like 3 hours to fight 3 different bosses, the gba adapter for my ds won't read my save file. WTF. i'm scouring forums to try to figure this out -- why it shows on the computer when i check it, but doesn't on the ds.

so, instead of replaying what i've probably lost, i'm going to start a new title.

ahh -- instant gratification. i'm gonna get you, dracula.

btw, i want to go to ikea for new dishes. guy thinks we need more than 3 plates --what's his deal???

in re: a step in the right direction?

2008-02-01T16:09:00.000-05:00

Three days ago I started to post about how productive I had been. I was so productive I forgot to finish the post, and here it is:

So far today I have done two loads of laundry, written checks for the bills, arranged to have the wagon fixed, and subjected my baby to 'tummy time'. Sounds productive, right?

Wow. I did a lot. However, the thing I failed to mention was that the laundry is still sitting in the dryer, and in the mean time I'm now more than five loads behind,and the bills still haven't been mailed out. The bills are arguably the most important, right? You would think I'm not worried about the interest rates on the credit card jumping 20% or the lights being shut off or even more terrifying, the cable.

I'm annoyed today because I have a memo due at 6 for a class and I couldn't care less about the subject matter so I'm having a hell of a time trying to muster up enough to say about it to fill the page requirement.

onward.

in re: the law as labor.

2008-01-31T22:28:00.000-05:00

I'm Sarah.
I'm in law school. My third year, in fact. I've wanted to be a lawyer as long as I can remember. I've also wanted to be the type of person to stay on top of things like dishes, laundry, vacuuming, brushing the cats, showering, throwing away old food, not letting food rot in the fridge, sending thank you notes and Christmas cards, returning phone calls, exercising, eating better, and a multitude of other things that don't need mentioning. I have told myself for years that as soon as I finish law school I will be that person who has neatly pressed shirts and suits, and I will enjoy wearing them everyday and going to work everyday.

I'm due to graduate in four months. I have one pair of pants that fit me and I wear them everyday.

If it's any indication of how irresponsible I still am, and how unlikely I am to be magically transformed into this uber-adult, I am currently in class, for which I have not read, typing as qiuetly as possible while the professor tells a story NO ONE would expect me to be taking notes on.

I think it's safe to say that, at 30 years of age (!!), I am who I am, and I won't be changing into a mega-lawyer anytime soon, and I need to come to terms with it. Which is what I'm doing.

It doesn't help that I have a fantastically amazing new roommate at home that occupies all my waking thoughts and energies! My little mister is now three months old, and it feels like he's been here my whole life.

Could you go to work and leave this little dude behind?
Ugh.