Rich People Problems

July 9, 2013 at 11:37 am | Posted in Family, Married Life | Leave a comment
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The other day the hubs and I were bickering about household chores – he feels like he does the lion’s share and that I spend more time reading baseball blogs than helping.  I feel like he needs to relax every once in a while and understand that our house will never be as clean or tidy as he imagines it should be.

Okay, okay, it was the opposite, but sometimes it’s refreshing to pretend it’s the gal who puts sports over washing bottles.  Annnywho, in one of my dramatic retorts, I said something like:

“Fine, I’ll just get the maid to do it!  But you never help plan menus with the chef, the gardener is still waiting to hear exactly how many millimeters you’d like him to hand trim off the lawn, and the chauffeur has really been slacking on polishing the dipstick handle.  Can you get off your lazy butt and order people around for a change?  Or do I have to manage the staff alone as usual?”

I think my golden throne (haha) needs polishing!  Where's the bathroom maid?!?

I think my golden throne (haha) needs polishing! Where’s the bathroom maid?!?

It was enough to break the tension between us, but that got me thinking: is that how fights between the uber rich actually sound?  What do the gajillionaire couples of the world squabble about?  Because I’ll bet it’s not dishes, laundry, or which bill to pay first and which to postpone.

I think an experiment is in order.  Here’s what I propose: give me a few gajillion dollars (one of you can give me a lump sum or take up a collection or something; how you make this happen isn’t the important part – don’t be penny wise and gajillion foolish).  I’ll move into a mansion, hire a full-fledged staff (first hire: a personal assistant and then a household manager who will actually hire the rest of the staff for me – that’s not something a gajillionaire like me should have to concern herself with), and report back.  I promise to answer this, and any other questions you have about how the upper crust lives.  We’ll all be the wiser!

You can’t put a price on knowledge like that.  But do try.

Movin’ On Up!

July 26, 2011 at 12:38 pm | Posted in Around Boston, Home Ownership | Leave a comment
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Who needs a toilet, anyway?  Or a shower?  Or a sink?  Or faucet? Or even a kitchen?  Not Andrew and I… or so we hope!  On Friday we’re finally moving in to Chez L-ski, and as you can guess, we’re a little behind.  Okay, a lot behind.

Photo by Betsssssy (flickr).

The closets haven’t been painted so we have nowhere to unpack our clothes.  And while the fridge is being delivered on Saturday, the water line isn’t in yet so it can’t be installed.  And even though we ordered a fancy new Toto toilet (I’m pretty sure we’ll be able to flush a small country!), part of it is back-ordered.  Our kitchen sink and faucet, bathroom sink and faucet, even our counter-tops haven’t been delivered.  We don’t have a dining room table or chairs, or enough furniture to fill the place.  I could go on and on.

But I won’t.
Anymore.

Instead I’ll just tell you how excited we are about this new stage in our life (we’re grown-ups!), and how grateful we are to our families for all their help and support (especially Big Charlie of Costanzo Tile & Marble fame).

So here goes nothing…

Time to pray to the moving gods, the shipping gods, and the plumbing and electrician gods.  And any other gods that’ll listen!

~Sarah

Less Than Two Weeks to Wedded Bliss!

September 29, 2010 at 9:15 am | Posted in Uncategorized | 9 Comments
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Well, dear reader(s), it is less than two weeks until I make an honest man out of Andrew (but don’t tell TheKnot.com). Do you hear that? Single ladies cryin’ the world over. Sorry, gals – he’ll soon be off the market for good.

Adam Zyglis of The Buffalo News' depiction of brides

Help me, doc!

The big stuff is all taken care of – it is the little stuff they don’t warn you about. As such, my superwoman of a mom (you may recognize her by her blog name, Sarah’s Mo) and I have declared this Saturday: “Get ‘er Done Day.”

Between the hours of 10 a.m. and 4 p.m., we will be workin’ like maniacs to assemble our programs, create our favors, and add all those special touches that make a wedding so much work… errr, I mean that make a wedding so special and beautiful.

Andrew lucked out can’t join us because he has a seminar all day, but he will be there in spirit. Rhymes-with-Father-of-the-Bride is bringing his crafting A-game. And Mo and I will be sufficiently caffeinated. But there’s so much to do! So, if anyone is feeling particularly helpful and/or bored on Saturday, or if you just have a hankerin’ to create programs, favors, etc., West Hartford, Conn. is where it’s at!

Desperately seeking free time,
Sarah

Take the Hint!

September 13, 2010 at 8:32 am | Posted in Around Boston, Office Humor | Leave a comment
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Sometimes I can be a little oblivious.  Weekday mornings en route to work, for example, I tend to be in my own world and pay little attention to my surroundings.  Trying to motivate myself to make it to the office after I get off the train (and not just turn around and run back home screaming) can require all my concentration. 

But today I made a conscious effort to “notice things” and now I’m not sure what to do…

You see, everything I saw seemed like a hint; like a sign from above that going to work was the wrong thing to do.  For example, this is what I saw when I arrived at the T this morning…

The subway is telling me something...

… and when I exited the T, I had to walk through a manmade geyser that reminded me a little of H-E-double hockey sticks…

Run away...

… then past an alley that may be describing my behavior (aka actually going to work)…

This is madness, Sarah! Go home!

… and finally past a sign that made me think the show title was about my disobedience in not taking all the hints to just go home!

I'm a bad, bad girl...

Think my CEO will be cool with me leaving due to divine intervention?

Happy Monday…

~Sarah

Jealous of Sardines

July 7, 2010 at 7:58 am | Posted in Around Boston | 4 Comments
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It has been a while since I complained about discussed my commute with you, dear reader(s), and I’m sorry to have deprived you for so long! Let me rectify this situation immediately and regale you with heroic tales from yesterday evening’s commute.

You see, I now take a variety of different routes to get to work: when I’m feeling adventurous about traffic on 93, I drive to Medford and take the orange line from Wellington to Chinatown; when I miss my bloggier half, I take the commuter rail and hoof it from North Station; and when I don’t feel like paying extra for parking I occasionally venture to Davis Square and take the red line to Charles. Yesterday I decided on the third option since a) I had no cash for parking, b) I had no patience for traffic, and c) the red line is my favorite subway route (when forced, under duress, to choose one).

Bad idea. Here’s how my evening played out…

I was hotter than this guy!

5:34-ish: I left my office, trudged (or should I say swam?!?) through 100+ degree temperatures and disgusting levels of humidity, and arrived at the T-station a hot mess.

5:42-ish: A train pulled up, opened and closed its doors, and left me standing on the platform. There were too many people on it already to fit any other weary commuters.

5:48-ish: Happened again. 

5:54-ish: Vowed I would squeeze on the next train no matter what. And I did, only to find the train had no air-conditioning. Do sardines sweat? Because if not, then I had it worse, hands-down! Everyone on the train reeked! Seriously – every passenger crammed into that little tin can was B.O.-tastic, yours truly included!

6:07-ish: Train abruptly halted between Kendall and Central… Sweat began to pool at everyone’s feet.

6:22-ish: Train finally arrived at Central Square station where we proceeded to continue going nowhere slowly. At least the conductor opened the doors while we sat there – I’ve never welcomed the stench of Central more…even eau de rubbish is preferable to the noxious odor we passengers created in the closed car.

6:31-ish: Train conductor became as grouchy as we were. Actually yelled “We’re leaving – get on!” over the speaker. Everyone on the car “laughed” (it was the closest thing we could muster to a laugh at that point.)

6:32-ish-7:14-ish: Train continued to slowly make its way through the next three stops. Hallucinations began. Fiji looks surprisingly like the MBTA tunnel system if you add a few palm trees, though the pools of sweat aren’t nearly as lovely as the limpid blue water in the island’s brochure.

7:19-ish: Arrived at my car in Davis Square only to find a new scratch on the passenger side door. Poor Blue Steel. It seems neither of us made it through the day without battle scars. 

7:21-ish: Got stuck in traffic trying to make my way to 93. Decided to sing the commuting blues away. Might be responsible for Medford-area wildlife’s loss of hearing. Oops. 

7:55-exactly: Pulled into my driveway. There’s no place like home!

I sure learned my lesson from that commute… I’m just too hot to remember it! Any ideas?

~Sarah

Ewwww, words!

June 29, 2010 at 8:14 am | Posted in Misc. | 9 Comments
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Some words should keep their hands to themselves!! (Photo from Australia Post campaign)

A few nights ago I was hanging out with friends when one of us used the word “moist” to describe an ideal cake. My reaction? Sounds delicious! My friend Rhymes-With-Hat-Trick’s reaction? Gross.    

You see, Hat-Trick hates the word moist. In fact, he reported that his mom has a similarly visceral reaction to the same word. Nature v. Nurture? We won’t go there. But I will say that the irrational hatred of words is a far more common occurrence than Daniel Webster might have preferred!    

Which words give you the heeby-jeebies? Does “nectar” make your skin crawl? Does the mere mention of “dungarees” make you want to pull out your hair in clumps? Should “holla” refer exclusively to braided bread or can you abide by using it as a greeting, too? Do tell!    

~ Sarah

Jinxing Myself?

June 23, 2010 at 8:08 am | Posted in Married Life | 18 Comments
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I’m actually feeling pretty good about the state of my wedding planning (thanks in no small part to my superwoman of a mom and honorable maid of honor! Oh, and my handsome groom, too…). We have a banquet hall, an officiant (a deeelightful, dare-I-say-dreamy fella), a florist, a DJ, a yummy cake and stupendous party food (including an appropriate amount of cheese), a white dress (it’s ordered, though not in my possession, and I say that counts), a photographer, and invitations (again, ordered counts in my world).  

I know we still need to secure bridesmaids dresses, grooms and groomsmen’s attire, favors and other random accessories (shoes, veil, hair-do, the old, the borrowed and the blue, etc.), but I’m feeling good about our progress!  

Oh Cheezburger.com, you always know my worst fears! Note to self: buy cashews...

 

And yet, as I write this I have a semi-irrational fear that I’m about to jinx it; that there is some huge part of this process I’ve forgotten about. So I’m turning to you, dear reader(s): what am I missing? Where did you have unexpected hiccups…or speed bumps…or even full-on roadblocks? 

I love advice, happy stories, planning help… and even the occasional horror story (if I’m confident it won’t happen to me). Spill it, dear reader(s)! 

~Sarah

Totally Addicted to ‘Burbs…

May 25, 2010 at 8:04 am | Posted in Around Boston | 4 Comments
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Last week Andrew and I made a momentous decision: we are staying put*. We will continue to inhabit the apartment we affectionately call Chez Gerrowski for another year. We are not, I repeat, not moving.  

I just can't quit my commute...

Why? Well, it seems we are both a) too lazy and overwhelmed with other things to change our situation and b) addicted to our quiet little suburban life. We are hooked. Seriously. I know it’s not good for me. I know the commute is unhealthy and horrible and may lead to a (probably comical) breakdown (or ten). I know it sucks hours of my life away – hours I can never get back. And yet, we can’t seem to change. When we’re in the ‘burbs we’re just so… relaxed, so tranquil and chill… it’s our escape from reality.   

‘Burbs, I wish I could quit you.  

~Sarah  

*Okay, admittedly that sounds much more dramatic when I say it aloud.

Attack of the Big White Dress

May 11, 2010 at 1:35 pm | Posted in Married Life | 10 Comments
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To say that I’ve had mild anxiety about wedding dress shopping would be kind, since we all know I was a hot mess! I had visions of taffeta torture and organza nightmares, I postponed the fateful shopping day more than a couple times and made no secret of my distaste for being the center of attention in a poufy gown. But this weekend my loving mother, dear friend and Maid of Honor, Rhymes-With-Tzarina, and future mother-in-law (Rhymes-With-Mathy) and sister-in-law (Schmelizabeth) put an end to all that.

That’s right: they staged an intervention (of sorts). Tzarina flew across the country, my parents and future in-laws road-tripped to Massachusetts, and I put on my brave face and strapless bra to finally face the fabric.

Our first stop was Camilla’s in Arlington, Mass. I received an insider’s tip about how amazing this store is and the owner, Nivia, did NOT disappoint.  My adventurous entourage and I couldn’t have started in a better spot.  In fact, with her arms of steel, Nivia managed to squeeze me into every sample gown, and I didn’t look marshmallow-tastic at all. 

And I actually… had… a… great time!!

In fact, I believe we found THE dress!  And so, in typical Sarah-style, I refused to try on any other dresses at any other stores.  But we still had a few more shops to visit, so it was payback time: Tzarina and my future sister-in-law tried on bridesmaid dresses ranging from huge to hideous, “it’s a nice concept” to “my eyes are burning!”  And they were really good sports about it all – and even looked amazing in the most horrible of bridesmaid attire.  We may have also coerced my future mother-in-law to try on a few long black dresses… and she looked smokin’!

All in all, it was a fantastic day, and I’m officially over my fears and excited about wedding planning!  We knew I’d get here eventually… so watch out, world!  This bride-to-be is ready to plan!!

~Sarah

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March 12, 2010 at 8:58 am | Posted in Misc. | 2 Comments
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April and I love blogging. We love finding new and amusing ways to look at potentially frustrating daily occurrences. I mean, where else do we get to vent about cringe-worthy commutes, dieting doldrums, wedding wackiness, silly signs and all the other small stuff we try not to sweat over!  

April & Sarah Love Mugs for All Occasions

But sometimes… well… you might want to sit down for this: sometimes we find ourselves without witticisms! Yes, we admit it: we suffer from blogger’s block every now and then. I know, it’s shocking. But true. Some days it is hard to find the funny bits of life; sometimes a delayed train, a stinky work day and an aching ankle sap all our mental capacity: sometimes eating our weight in celery and raw broccoli isn’t a gas (it may cause it, but…never mind); sometimes we even find ourselves speechless.  

Clearly this isn’t one of those times, but trust me when I tell you that it has happened.  

Happy Friday, dear reader(s)!  

~Sarah

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