Ramblings, rants & such.

I’m Yovani, I’m in my 20’s and I live in Lowell, MA–and have my whole life…so officially I’m a Lowellian. In case you don’t know–Lowell is the birthplace of the industrial revolution in this country–check out a history book I swear I’m not making this stuff up.

Officially I just live with my boyfriend, but “the boys” are literally always over here so I sort of feel like they live here too, you’ll get to meet them all soon enough if you continue reading.

No kids or pets–I just don’t have the time, money or patience to deal with them yet. I love my job as a real estate project manager in Lawrence (the “other” L-Town).  If you read my blog I’m sure I’ll talk on and on about work and show you fun pictures of our projects.

I learned to knit a year ago and have become totally obsessed, so obsessed in fact that I basically gave up one of my most favorite things to do–READ.  But now I have a new found love for audio books because I can “read” and knit at the same…I was sort of bumming when I realized I hadn’t read a book in a while because I was so busy knitting.  Audio books have made life a little easier, but I am still sort of missing reading books, actually touching and feeling them so I’m “bringing the book back.”

I’m an emotional basket case–seriously, I cry at almost anything.  Ok not really any thing, just sappy movies, or certain scenes in movies–like for example, in Steel Magnolias–the part where Sally Field is totally flipping out at the cemetary–tears, always tears.  I cry at commercials-yeah I’m serious–like the credit card one where the kid goes out and buys a suit and wears it to make his momma happy at Christmas, awww.  I cry while reading/listening to sad books Refer back to the previous paragraph: yeah I “read”, knit and cry, got a problem with that? Not only do I do that, but I listen to books on my way to and from work, so you know those morning commuters that are like basically getting dressed in the car, or the ones eating and talking on the phone all while reading the paper–I’m not one of those people.  I’m the weird girl in the car alone crying on the way to work…good thing my commute isn’t long or I’d end up with a serious case of the puffy eye.

There are lots of things about the world I wish I could change, lots of things I love, and lots of things that make me want to rip my hair out and say WTF!?!?! I figure I’ll use this blog to bore you all to tears about all of those things and more.