Happy Blogiversary to me!
One year and 244 posts later I'm still here, still ranting and raving.
Last night I dreamt about Johnny Damon and today he scored a career-high five runs to go along with three hits and three RBIs (including 2 HR's). I should defintely dream about him more often.
Maybe I wouldn't be such a cranky bitch if... nah. Who am I kidding? Even if the moon and the stars all aligned in my favor I would still find something to bitch 'n moan about. So what am I going to bitch about today?
And the winner is: my fricking stomach and this fricking UC and whatever else is fricking going on in there. Is it too much to ask for me to take a shower w/o having to get out to poop? Gross but true. This is the deal: in an attempt to get me off the steroids (yeah!) I'm down to a 5mg every other day. Which is great because all the nasty side effects are going away (yeah! again) but my pooping is coming back to pre-'roid strength (boo!). I'm sick of being sick, sick of being tired, sick of being sick & tired. I have no energy or desire to leave my house. Sadly, also have no food in the house so I must go to the store at some point this weekend. And Target to return those goddamn too-tight t-shirts. I was invited to an out-of-town wedding this weekend and decided not to attend due to lack of funds. Now how glad am I that I don't have to schlep all the way to East Bumfuck PA feeling like I do. Let me tell you: SO FUCKING HAPPY! That might the only thing I have to be happy about this week. That, and last night I washed my couch blanket, the one me & Tiger curl up under every night while watching TV & it smells all just-came-out-of-the-dryer good. Also, no more cramps!
P.S. to ER: Enough with the fucking Africa storyline already. Don't care. Not interested. Go back to Chicago.
If you don't want to hear how I'm feeling: don't ask. I still might give you the gory details unsolicited but not asking definitely decreases the risk.
Do not give me medical advice unless your name has an MD after it. If you are my sister you are not exempt from this rule.
Don't put 16 gazillon men on base and only score 2 runs. That sucks and is boring.
I don't care if it's what's in. Unless you have great looking legs (hint: great looking legs do not look like tree stumps) do not give in to the rolled up jeans to the knees look. And if you must be a shameless follower, shave your legs ladies.
Here's a novel idea: instead of talking about your wedding all day why don't you actually do some work?
Guess what people? It's not illegal (yet) to smoke on the streets of NY. So quit with the hand waving, commenting and fake gagging when walking past me. Don't like it? Go live in L.A.
How can it be your job to answer the phones yet have no clue that 4 of the 7 lines are not working?
oh my god the cramps are killing me. like daggers through my ovaries. geez, when the fuck is menopause gonna kick in? it's not like i need to get my period, i'm not having kids, don't need these eggs, don't need this fucking misery every month. don't need the swollen breasts, the sanitary napkins, and the bullshit guessing game of when is my period going to come because it's not like i'm on any kind of schedule or anything. of course i haven't had sex in a gazillion years so it's not like i have to worry about NOT getting my period. that's a whole 'nother kind of hell right there. anyway back to my cramps. they fucking hurt and i want it to stop now. the only thing that's going to make me feel better is about 12 tylenol and a snickers bar.
Woo-hoo!!
For 2 whole days in a row I have NOT been in last place in my fantasy league. This represents a HUGE improvement, as I've been in last place since Opening Day (thanks to Hudson & C. Zambrano). I have no illlusions that this is just a temporary situation and I will resume my customary sucki-ness soon.
Growing up we didn't have any pets. Sure we had a hamster here, a goldfish there but they didn't last long; and were never replaced. It wasn't something I really wanted, as a matter of fact I had a deep distrust of cats & dogs. Until Kitty came along. When Steve & I lived in Texas one morning I opened the door to find Kitty sitting on the fence, she came inside and never left. I swear Kitty was a Dead-head in a former life, this was the mellowest cat I've ever seen. When we moved back to NY we decided that Kitty needed a companion so we found Junior in a local shelter. And then came Mushball, who, was, quite the mushball. A few years later I had to put Jr. to sleep so back to the pound I went (this had to be around '90 or '91). There were 3 rooms full of cats and the pound lady told us not to stress too much on picking a cat, that a cat would pick us. Immediately a little gray striped cat came running over to us. I really wasn't interested in getting a young cat, so I kinda ignored him, instead trying to interest some other cats. But this little bugger was persisent and soon Tiger was firmly entrenched in my household. He was a real beast, but in a good natured way. Petting him was a real adventure and you left your toes exposed at your own risk. Fast forward a few years & it was time to say goodbye to Kitty. At that time I had kinda inherited my (ex) boyfriends cat so the cat count remained at three. Then I had to put Mush to sleep, I was devasted, as she was my baby. Tiger & Jimi got along farily well, Tiger for all his bluster, was a real lover. When Jimi had to be put down & it was just me & Tiger you could see how much he missed having other cats around. So back to the pound for Honi. And that's where we stand now cat-wise. Except that I can see that time is catching up to Tiger. And that makes me so so sad. He's been with me for so long, is such a big part of my life I can't imagine life without him. Even when he's being a pain in my ass & trying to eat the food off my plate. Or hogging the bed (you'd be surprised how much space a cat can take up). I know the day is coming sooner rather later and I want to cry just thinking about it.
- Have dinner with my sister
- See the Cowboy Junkies
- Have drinks with the (former) crush B.
Instead I sit curled up on the couch, cuddled with Tiger & my blanket dreading the next round. The good news is that it's Friday and the work week is over.
You suck. Your employees suck. Your store layout sucks. I will voluntarily burn in hell before I EVER step foot in your store again.
All I wanted was one little wire, one little measly wire to run between my mini-speakers & not-an-ipod. And it took almost an hour between trying to find someone to help me and running up and down those fucking steps and again, trying to find someone to help me (where do you get your employees Best Buy? from the Dumb & Lazy Employment Agency?) to find out you either a. don't carry that b. never heard of such a thing or c. are out of stock.
Thanks for nothing Best Buy. I will be laughing loud & hard when I read you have filed for bankruptcy.
Sincerely,
Lisa Ann
- GET A CALCULATOR (YOU WON'T BE ABLE TO DO THIS ONE IN YOUR HEAD)
- KEY IN THE FIRST THREE DIGITS OF YOUR PHONE
- NUMBER (NOT THE AREA CODE)
- MULTIPLY BY 80
- ADD 1
- MULTIPLY BY 250
- ADD THE LAST 4 DIGITS OF YOUR PHONE NUMBER
- ADD THE LAST 4 DIGITS OF YOUR PHONE NUMBER (AGAIN)
- SUBTRACT 250
- DIVIDE NUMBER BY 2
*Giving my new insurance information to the idiots at the doctors office EVERY FUCKING TIME and still having to call a bazillion times because they billed my old insurance.
*People who douse themselves in perfume/cologne. A little goes a long way folks.
*Telemarketers.
*The programming executives at ABC who keep fucking with "Lost." I love the show but why is there never more than 2 new episodes in a row?
*Women who act like they are the fucking shit because they have spawned.
*Steve Phillips.
*The Mets doing better than the Yankees.
*My sister calling me on Monday mornings at work.
*The fact that NONE of my clothes fit me. AT ALL.
*Emily Quartermaine.
I've been lucky enough to see some pretty incredible concerts in my lifetime -- so many that I can't even begin to recount them here. One of my biggest regrets is that I never got to see Led Zeppelin live. Oh man, how I loved Led Zep. They were right up there with Skynyrd on my favorites list. I must've seen "The Song Remains the Same" about a gazillion times -- but that was the closest I came to seeing them in person. Me & Justin just watched "How the West Was Won" DVD and holy shit, did these boys know how to rock. It's really cool cause Justin is totally into all the "classic" rock bands: The Who, Pink Floyd, Black Sabbath, LZ. Hell, the kid even listens to the Ramones.
Yesterday Justin, Emma & I went on the Staten Island ferry with about 20 million other people and then had dinner in Chinatown. My goal was to keep the kids walking until they couldn't walk no more. And then this morning we took a nice stroll around the 'hood, enjoying the sunshine and warm weather. And now thankfully, they have gone home. Peace & quiet have been restored to my humble abode. And my cats can now come out of hiding.
Passionate Kisses (lucinda williams)
Is it too much to ask
I want a comfortable bed that won't hurt my back
Food to fill me up
And warm clothes and all that stuff
Shouldn't I have this
Shouldn't I have this
Shouldn't I have all of this, and
Passionate kisses
Passionate kisses, whoa oh oh
Passionate kisses from you
Is it too much to demand
I want a full house and a rock and roll band
Pens that won't run out of ink
And cool quiet and time to think
Shouldn't I have this
Shouldn't I have this
Shouldn't I have all of this, and
Passionate kisses
Passionate kisses, whoa oh oh
Passionate kisses from you
Do I want too much
Am I going overboard to want that touch
I shout it out to the night
Give me what I deserve, 'cause it's my right
Shouldn't I have this (shouldn't I)
Shouldn't I have this (shouldn't I)
Shouldn't I have all of this, and
Passionate kisses
Passionate kisses, whoa oh oh
Passionate kisses from you
Passionate kisses
Passionate kisses, whoa oh oh
Passionate kisses from you
You might know this song, it was a HUGE hit for Mary Chapin Carpenter back in the 90's. I prefer the version by Lucinda Williams, who wrote the song and is a phenomenal singer/songwriter. But I'll save my Lucinda Williams raving for another post. What I wanted to whine, I mean post, about was how I heard this song on my not-an-ipod earlier and it made me think. Think about how 10 years ago when this song came out I could really relate to the lyrics and how 10 years later nothing has really changed. Which sucks. Alot. Makes me wonder about myself. Wonder if I have some sort of man-repellant thing happening which makes me invisible to men or instantly turns me into a "friend." Is it just a fucked up twist of fate that I haven't met ANYONE who wants to be with me (who's not married or involved)? Or is it me? Am I too picky? Too opininated? Too ______________ ? Granted I don't put myself in a lot of man meeting situations anymore but that's only 'cause I got sick & tired to being ignored/rejected/lied to. Grrr.... when did this get so hard?
I'm waiting for a co-worker (c'mon Kevin, call me!) to get back to me so I thought I'd sneak in a blog update (otherwise I would NEVER EVER blog during work hours) (HA!). Had dinner with the BF & her family last night over at her mom's. Delicious. Nothing beats a (good) home-cooked meal. The chicken soup rocked. But what really rocked was my little darling, Emma (who's 7), made a scarf for my bday. I don't know who was smiling more, me or her. She was so proud and I was so touched. I mean, she MADE me a scarf. With her own 2 little hands (with some help from mom of course). (Kevin, are you ever going to call me back?) I'm gonna take her and her bro to Chinatown for dinner this weekend. And maybe sneak in a trip on the Staten Island ferry. I'll be glad when Easter is over, because I have NO willpower when it comes to jelly beans. I'm especially partial to the really cheap ones. You can keep your overpriced Jelly Belly's, I don't care about flavors, dammit, I want sugar. Keeping my eye on the Yankee game, Yanks up 4-0 in the bottom of the 4th. (Kevin, what the hell are you doing?). (Kevin, WTF??? did you forget about me?). Some good news on the steroid front -- I stop taking them in two weeks. Which is great because? the side effects suck. Truth be told, I'm a little nervous about stopping because we really don't know how my body is going to react and I certainly don't want to relapse. Of course I automatically assume the worst thing is going to happen. Keep your fingers crossed for me. (Kevin, you are dead to me now!).
Yanks win 9-7, courtesy of an 8th inning HR by the captain, Derek Jeter. Way to go DJ! Otherwise I would have been a very unhappy birthday girl. It was a gloriously beautiful day, blue skies, sunshine and baseball.
I've spent the 1.5 hours searching EVERY INCH of the house for my laundry card. After looking high & low and everywhere in between do you know where I found it? In my pants pocket. The pants I am wearing. DOH! Now where did I put my keys?
I am a maple.
What are You?
Find your birthday and then find your tree. This is really cool and
somewhat accurate.
Dec 23 to Jan 01 Apple Tree
Jan 01 to Jan 11 Fir Tree
Jan 12 to Jan 24 Elm Tree
Jan 25 to Feb 03 Cypress Tree
Feb 04 to Feb 08 Poplar Tree
Feb 09 to Feb 18 Cedar Tree
Feb 19 to Feb 28 Pine Tree
Mar 01 to Mar 10 Weeping Willow Tree
Mar 11 to Mar 20 Lime Tree
Mar 21 (only) Oak Tree
Mar 22 to Mar 31 Hazelnut Tree
Apr 01 to Apr 10 Rowan Tree
Apr 11 to Apr 20 Maple Tree
Apr 21 to Apr 30 Walnut Tree
May 01 to May 14 Poplar Tree
May 15 to May 24 Chestnut Tree
May 25 to Jun 03 Ash Tree
Jun 04 to Jun 13 Hornbeam Tree
Jun 14 to Jun 23 Fig Tree
Jun 24 (only) Birch Tree
Jun 25 to Jul 04 Apple Tree
Jul 05 to Jul 14 Fir Tree
Jul 15 to Jul 25 Elm Tree
Jul 26 to Aug 04 Cypress Tree
Aug 05 to Aug 13 Poplar Tree
Aug 14 to Aug 23 Cedar Tree
Aug 24 to Sep 02 Pine Tree
Sep 03 to Sep 12 Weeping Willow Tree
Sep 13 to Sep 22 Lime Tree
Sep 23 (only) Olive Tree
Sep 24 to Oct 03 Hazelnut Tree
Oct 04 to Oct 13 Rowan Tree
Oct 14 to Oct 23 Maple Tree
Oct 24 to Nov 11 Walnut Tree
Nov 12 to Nov 21 Chestnut Tree
Nov 22 to Dec 01 Ash Tree
Dec 02 to Dec 11 Hornbeam Tree
Dec 12 to Dec 21 Fig Tree
Dec 22 (only) Beech Tree
YOUR TREE
(in alphabetical order)
Apple Tree (the Love) -- quiet and shy at times, lots of charm, appeal,
and attraction, pleasant attitude, flirtatious smile, adventurous,
sensitive, loyal in love, wants to love and be loved, faithful and
tender partner, very generous, many talents, loves children, needs
affectionate partner.
Ash Tree (the Ambition) -- extremely attractive, vivacious, impulsive,
demanding, does not care for criticism, ambitious, intelligent,
talented, likes to play with fate, can be very egotistic, reliable,
restless lover, sometimes money rules over the heart, demands attention,
needs love and much emotional support.
Beech Tree (the Creative) -- has good taste, concerned about its looks,
materialistic, good organization of life and career, economical, good
leader, takes no unnecessary risks, reasonable, splendid lifetime
companion, keen on keeping fit (diets, sports, etc.).
Birch Tree (the inspiration) -- vivacious, attractive, elegant,
friendly, unpretentious, modest, does not like anything in excess,
abhors the vulgar, loves life in nature and in calm, not very
passionate, full of imagination, little ambition, creates a calm and
content atmosphere.
Cedar Tree (the Confidence) -- of rare strength, knows how to adapt,
likes unexpected presents, of good health, not! in the least shy, tends
to look down on others, self-confident, a great speaker, determined,
often impatient, likes to impress others, has many talents,
industrious, healthy optimism, waits for the one true love, able to
make quick decisions.
Chestnut Tree (the Honesty) -- of unusual stature, impressive,
well-developed sense of justice, fun to be around, a planner, born
diplomat, can be irritated easily, sensitive of others feelings, hard
worker, sometimes acts superior, feels not understood at times, fiercely
family oriented, very loyal in love, physically fit.
Cypress Tree (the Faithfulness) -- strong, muscular, adaptable, takes
what life has to give but doesn't necessarily like it , strives to be
content, optimistic, wants to be financially independent, wants love and
affection, hates loneliness, passionate lover which cannot be
satisfied, faithful, quick-tempered at times, can be unruly and
careless, loves to gain knowledge, needs to be needed.
Elm Tree (the Noble-mindedness) -- pleasant shape, tasteful clothes,
modest demands, tends not to forgive mistakes, cheerful, likes to lead but
not to obey, honest and faithful partner, likes making decisions for
others, noble-minded, generous, good sense of humor, practical.
Fig Tree (the Sensibility) -- very strong minded, a bit self-willed,
honest, loyal, independent, hates contradiction or arguments, hard
worker when wants to be, loves life and friends, enjoys children and
animals, few sexual relationships, great sense of humor, has artistic
talent and great intelligence.
Fir tree (the Mysterious) -- extraordinary taste, handles stress well,
loves anything beautiful, stubborn, tends to care for those close to
them, hard to trust others, yet a social butterfly, likes idleness and
laziness after long demanding hours at work, rather modest, talented,
unselfish, many friends, very reliable.
Hazelnut Tree (the Extraordinary) -- charming, sense of humor, very
demanding but can also be very understanding, knows how to make a lasting
impression, active fighter for social causes and politics, popular, quite
moody, sexually oriented, honest, a perfectionist, has a precise sense of
judgment and expects complete fairness.
Hornbeam Tree (the Good Taste) -- of cool beauty, cares for its looks
and condition, good taste, is not egoistic, makes life as comfortable as
possible, leads a reasonable and disciplined life, looks for kindness and
acknowledgment in an emotional partner, dreams of unusual lovers, is
seldom happy with its feelings, mistrusts most people, is never sure of
its decisions, very conscientious.
Lime Tree (the Doubt) - intelligent, hard working, accepts what life
dishes out, but not before trying to change bad circumstances into good
ones, hates fighting and stress, enjoys getaway vacations, may appear
tough, but is actually soft and relenting, always willing to make
sacrifices for family and friends, has many talents but not always enough
time to use them, can become a complainer, great leadership qualities, is
jealous at times but extremely loyal.
Maple Tree (Independence of Mind) -- no ordinary person, full of
imagination and originality, shy and reserved, ambitious, proud,
self-confident, hungers for new experiences, sometimes nervous, has many
complexities, good memory, learns easily, complicated love life, wants to
impress.
Oak Tree (the Brave) -- robust nature, courageous, strong, unrelenting,
independent, sensible, does not like change, keeps its feet on the ground,
person of action.
Olive Tree (the Wisdom) -- loves sun, warmth and kind feelings,
reasonable, balanced, avoids aggression and violence, tolerant,
cheerful, calm, well-developed sense of justice, sensitive, empathetic,
free of jealousy, loves to read and the company of sophisticated
people.
Pine Tree (the Peacemaker) -- loves agreeable company, craves peace and
harmony, loves to help others, active imagination, likes to write poetry,
not fashion conscious, great compassion, friendly to all, falls strongly
in love but will leave if betrayed or lied to, emotionally soft, low self
esteem, needs affection and reassurance.
Poplar Tree (the Uncertainty) - - looks very decorative, talented, not
very self-confident, extremely courageous if necessary, needs goodwill and
pleasant surroundings, very choosy, often lonely, great animosity, great
artistic nature, good organizer, tends to lean toward philosophy, reliable
in any situation, takes partnership Seriously.
Rowan Tree (the Sensitivity) -- full of charm, cheerful, gifted without
egoism, likes to draw attention, loves life, motion, unrest, and even
complications, is both dependent and independent, good taste, artistic,
passionate, emotional, good company, does not forgive.
Walnut Tree (the Passion) -- unrelenting, strange and full of
contrasts, often egotistic, aggressive, noble, broad horizon, unexpected
reactions, spontaneous, unlimited ambition, no flexibility, difficult and
uncommon partner, not always liked but often admired, ingenious
strategist, very jealous and passionate, no compromise.
Weeping Willow (the Melancholy) - likes to be stress free, loves family
life, full of hopes and dreams, attractive, very empathetic, loves
anything beautiful, musically inclined, loves to travel to exotic
places, restless, capricious, honest, can be influenced but is not easy
to live with when pressured, sometimes demanding, good intuition,
suffers in love until they find that one loyal, steadfast partner; loves
to make others laugh
Scenes from Shea last night
This is J. I love you big guy even if you are a Mets fan.
Sometimes I make myself so mad I want to kick myself. Hard. Yesterday I was e-talking with my former crush, asking him about the area on the other side of the the Brooklyn Bridge. And he invited himself along for my planned jaunt. Which is great. I look forward to it. But instead of just thinking "That's nice, B. & will hang out, do something fun" and leave it at that, I have to go and start thinking "does this mean he's changed his mind and wants to be with me and who'se apt. should we sell when we move in together?" I mean, damn. Talking about setting myself up for disappointment. Why can't I ever just accept things at face value? Why can't I stop jumping the gun and let things happen? And it's not just this one time. I do it all the time, especially where the opposite sex is involved. I have this whole TOTALLY fabulous thing all worked out in my mind and then when it doesn't happen (hello? it's a fantasy) I'm heartbroken. Am I the only one who does this? I get so caught up in my pie-in-the-sky scenario that I don't grasp that maybe something great is happening right now, something that's actually real. I don't appreciate the moment. Why the hell do I think so much?
Since I have been thinking of B, I've always imagined (see what I mean?) that if this would be his song to me. We went to see the Jayhawks and they did this song and he was sitting right next to me and I kept waiting for him to grab my hand, look deeply into my eyes.... of course that didn't happen & I spent the rest of the show slightly depressed. What kind of fuck-up-ness is that?
I'm Gonna Make You Love Me
The world never ends
It's only the beginning
And we can't pretend
To discover it's meaning
We talked for hours at a time
Then I came to my senses
You're more than a friend
You're my perfect lover
I'll never be all you want me to
But that's all right
I'm gonna make you love me
I'm gonna dry your tears
And we're gonna stay together
For a million years
It's the least I can do
Just to make you my baby
No words could describe
Oh, pinch me I'm dreaming
Your hair's long and black
As it lays 'cross my pillow
When I stare in your eyes
I get lost in your glory
I'll never be all you want me to
But that's all right
I'm gonna make you love me
I'm gonna dry your tears
And we're gonna stay together
For a million years
When you were a little girl
Your great big world came tumbling down
So sad
Yeah, the river it bends
But it flows to the ocean
And baby here I am
I'm your sea of devotion
I'll never be all you want me to
But that's all right
I'm gonna make you love me
I'm gonna dry your tears
And we're gonna stay together
For a million years....
I've been thinking of other-only-in-NY-experiences-that-I-haven't-yet-
experienced-but-would-like-to-before-I die and #1 on my list? Walk over the Brooklyn Bridge. I always see pics of the BB when the subway isn't running and people are trekking back & forth but have never been on it myself. I hear the views of Manhattan are fabulous from the promenade. Since I can count on one hand the number of times I've been to Brooklyn so this would also fit into my I-like-to-explore-different-neighborhoods thing. Nothing like being a tourist in your own hometown.
You know what really irks me? The people commenting on blogs (esp. the more popular ones like dooce or amalah) who write first. What is the big fucking deal people? Believe me no one cares. It's not like other people are saying "damn I'm not first, now I won't comment." And half the time they are not first, by the time they've posted someone else has beaten them to it. GET A LIFE. And if you want to be guaranteed to be a first, comment here. One blog, no waiting.
I. AM. SO. TIRED. Stayed up way past my bedtime last time watching the Yanks crush the A's.
G showed up just at the start of 24. I filled him in on Jack, perimeters, schematics, Chloe and how we ARE RUNNING OUT OF TIME. Now I've been watching this show since Season 1 and I enjoy good tv escapism like the rest of the free world but 24 writers? If you're reading this? GIVE ME A BREAK. Please find a plot and stick with it. This season is bordering on boring and tedious, not to mention dumb. Dumb as in mountain lion chasing Kim dumb.
Post 24 it was time for the unveiling of the 06 Yankees. Man, I love this fucking game. We were high-fiving so much my hand still hurts. I went to bed with the score 13-1, pretty certain of a victory.
And that internet was my Monday night. A great friend, a great game.
Only time will tell if this was a good draft or not. I broke my no-Mets rule so I hope that doesn't come back to bite me on the ass.
C V. Martinez Indians
1B C. Delgado Mets
2B J. Cantu Devil Rays
3B H. Blalock Rangers
SS E. Renteria Braves
CI P. Feliz Giants
MI J. Lugo Devil Rays
OF J. Encarnacion Cards
OF J. Francoeur Braves
OF G. Jenkins Brewers
OF A. Huff Devil Rays
UT P. Fielder Brewers
UT B. Giles Padres
BN B. Molina Blue Jays
BN R. Klesko Padres
BN J. Gerut N/A
P C. Lee Indians
P C. Zambrano Cubs
P Z. Duke Pirates
P B. Lidge Astros
P R. Madsen Phillies
P F. Liriano Twins
P N. Lowry Giants
P T. Hudson Braves
P D. Baez Dodgers
P K. Escobar Angels
P B. Sheets Brewers
Baseball is back. Home runs. Rain delays. Inning ending double plays. Winners and losers. The Yanks don't play til 10p so I have to wait a few more hours. Which kinda sucks 'cause 10p? That's my bedtime. On the other hand it kinda works 'cause that means there's no conflict with 24 and the glory that is Jack Bauer. Who may or may not be dead *SNORT* if you believe Jack is dead I have a bridge in Brooklyn for sale, would you be interested?
My friend G is coming up from MD tonight since he has a thing in Jersey tomw. Which is great since he's also a big Yankee fan so it'll be fun to watch the game with him. At least the first few innings 'cause mama needs her beauty sleep. Just hope he doesn't expect me to converse during the Hour of Jack Bauer.
People ask me what I do in winter when there's no baseball. I'll tell you what I do. I stare out the window and wait for spring. - Rogers Hornsby
For some people it's Christmas. For me, it's now. This is my time. The start of baseball season brings me a joy nothing else can quite equal. The time to read box scores and check the standings. Getting to know the new guys and saying hello to the old veterans. Using terms like "ERA" and "WHIP" in a sentence.
I've been waiting for this day since the last out of the World Series was made. PLAY BALL BABY!
There was no bloodshed, tears or intervention by law enforcement officials. There were however, several Cosmos involved in the making of this picture.
