How Annoying Are: Home Repairs?

As I sit at work today, there are three workmen in my home busting through the walls of our guest bathroom in order to fix two leaks in the line of our H-VAC unit.  Don't ask me what that means.  All I can tell you is what they explained to me when I inquired.

This is so annoying!  What this means is strangers going in and out of my home for the next two days, bringing in tons of dirt and filth, and leaving behind what will inevitably be a huge mess for me to clean up.  ARG!

Seriously, we pay too much rent for this to have happened.  We've gone without air conditioning for the past two weeks.  Luckily the weather has cooperated and at night it's been breezy and cool, but a week ago it was still in the 90's, and it was blazing hot in our apartment.

Anyway, at least they'll get it fixed this week and we won't have to worry about it anymore.  At least until the next thing stops working...

Just another reason...

to be mad at Summer - hurricanes!

All East Coasters - please stay safe and dry this weekend!!

I hear Irene's a real biotch.

Go Away Summer!

I know I'm a bad blogger and I haven't blogged in forever, and most of you readers out there probably aren't reading FWC anymore..(insert boo hoo).

But, for all of you loyal fans out there, like my husband and other members of my family, this rant's for you!

Dear Summer,

You need to go away and go away quickly.  You've been around since late April and that's entirely too long!  Do you know what it's like to be outside when you're around?  It's miserable!  Not to mention your bitchy wicked sister Humidity always looming about.  Both of you have made the past 4 months unbearable.  Sweaty clothes, frizzy hair, sticky-icky-ness all over...

I'm also sick of all of the clothes associated with you.  I'm ready to trade in my sandals for boots!  I'm ready for chunky sweaters and done with flowy dresses!  I'm also ready to get back into my jeans!  It's really to hot to even attempt wearing them when you're around.

So Summer, if you have any decency at all, any respect for my wishes, please lay off and allow Fall to grace us with her presence.  It's time!

Thank you.

Yours,
Christina

A Piece of Apizza in New Haven

Did you know that in New Haven, CT their pizza isn't called pizza, it's called Apizza?  That's pronounced like A-Pete's (no "A" sound at the end).  And, did you know that New Haven style Apizza is made with thin crispy crust and a variety of delicious sauces and toppings?

Well, in a recent work trip to New Haven I got to try some authentic Apizza and it was fantastic!  That's a lot to say coming from me as a tride and true New York City pizza fanatic, but it really was good.  We went to Frank Pepe and ordered a small white clam pie, a small fresh tomato, a small original and a liter of Birch Beer, which is a lighter version of Root Beer and it's a New Haven thing - Yum!  Here are some pics:

White Clam Pie

Fresh Tomato and Original

The white clam pie was my favorite.  It tasted like linguini with clam sauce on a pizza without the linguini.  The clams were really tasty and fresh and the crust was nice and crispy.  The summer fresh tomato was really good as well.  The original wasn't my fave because it didn't have any melted cheese on it, just sauce and some grated parmesan.  It was good, but not as good as the other two.

Overall, a great apizza experience in New Haven.  I highly recommend!

TGIF!

Did this week seem extra long to you, or was it just me?  Oh well, all I know is that I'm thrilled that it's finally FRIDAY and the weekend is almost here!!!

I hope you are all doing something fun this weekend.

Have a blast!

It's Hard to Admit...

but I am more obsessed now, than I ever was with The Real Housewives of New Jersey!  I don't know about you, but this family feud between Teresa and her brother Joe is the most entertaining fighting I've seen on TV in a long time!  It's fantastic.

Ok, ok, I know that I'm killing precious brain cells by watching these idiots yell, curse, and talk sh*t about each other, but I seriosuly can't help but tune in time and time again.  It's like watching a horrible car crash!

So, do I think Teresa is the smartest person on earth? Gimme a break.  Does watching her rant and rave bring me joy and make me laugh hysterically?  Ab-so-lutely!

Who needs brain cells anyway?