Tuesday, September 30, 2008

You know you're really sick when....

You wake yourself up out of a sound sleep because you're snoring so loudly.

You're having a dream that you're suffocating on a ship and drowning - only to wake up and find that you're gasping for breath because you're completely congested.

You're hot. You're cold. You're hot. You're cold.
(And no, you're not menopausal!)

You don't even have the energy to argue.
(Wow. No energy to fight? Who'da thunk it?)

Hot tea with honey is the most delicious thing (you think - because who can really taste anything?) in the world.

And you're really thankful it's not Wednesday, because you truthfully would not be able to stay up to watch even one inning, let alone nine.


Monday, September 29, 2008

"Television enables you to be entertained in your home by people you wouldn't have in your home."

*sneeze...cough, sneeze*

Seems like I've caught myself a bit of a cold over the weekend. It's hit me like a ton of bricks, so quickly! I'm hoping it doesn't become bronchitis or pneumonia, as we all know how prone I am to that kind of thing. It's funny, I'm sick but once a year or so - and it's always a doozy. Anyway, it did afford me the opportunity to watch some television this weekend, which led me to my following thoughts:

1. Grey's Anatomy's season opener left me rather cold. Sure, I was excited as all get up to see my *friends* come back to entertain me, but outside of the fact that McSteamy had some great lines this week -- the drama that unfolded was so contrived and cutesy -- it really left me thinking that it was a lousy way to open the season. I get the whole "reacquainting" the viewers with the storyline, but it just seemed to me that there could've been a better way to open the season than with the only drama being three friends who crashed in a limosiene -- and their three husbands *coincidentally* crashed as well, and their sordid lives intertwining almost as severely as their car wrecks. Eh. Just fell flat for me.

2. Thank God for DVR! Because this fall causes so many television conflicts for this girl, you can't imagine. First off, we start with Sunday...."Dexter" & "True Blood" are both on at the same time! And then "Entourage" is on afterwards - but seriously, I just can't stay up until 11pm on a *school night*. So that's a Monday night catchup - if there's time after True Blood. And then in October on Tuesdays "Living with the Wolfman" on Animal Planet is going to be my fix for that night. Just wait until "Big Love" comes back...hopefully that will fill the mid-week. Thursday is "Greys' Anatomy night...and then there's Friday which doesn't have anything good on ever. That's pretty much just an "On Demand" kind of evening. Never mind that fact that it's hello - Soxtober, which means baseball is going to take precedence over anything else.

So now, if you don't mind -- I'm going to go take my temperature, because the truth of the matter is....I feel a fever coming on. I need to nip this in the bud because I've got one flipping day off between jobs and I have a date with the Wrentham outlets that day - that I refuse to miss!

Saturday, September 27, 2008

Still undecided....

Last night's debate was good. It was really, very good.
It was on point, and very informative; best of all, it wasn't nasty.

But I'm almost more unsure now than ever.

Obama is finesse; he comes across so warm and inviting. McCain, I think comes across a little more politician-like - and a little angry. But, I like that about him as well. I believe his passion for this country -- I believe him.

I only really took issue with two things Obama said he would change -- and the one that really stands out for me is the willingness to open communication lines with leaders of radical countries that have every intention to be harmful if they "don't get their way". I definitely stand firm with McCain on that one. There is no negotiating with those who don't respect the value of humanities. It's not an American issue - it's a human one.

But the truth of the matter is that for the first time in a long time -- they are both very good candidates. They both bring positive changes to the table - and they both have similar ideas on what they want - but different views on how to go about making them happen. And neither one is wrong per se, when looking at the big picture.

It's unfortuate that we couldn't have one as President and the other as Vice. I'm really quite pleased with both candidates thus far; and that makes the decision very difficult.

I am looking forward to the Vice Presidential debates because at this juncture -- I do not at all care for Sarah Palin; she's far too conservative for me on many issues. (Just wait until I get a rant going about women paying for rape kits! But I digress...) And Joe Biden, while I thought he had sound ideas when he was running for the Presidency, it's going to be interesting to hear how he has or hasn't changed them now that he's on the Obama ticket.

Where is Ross Perot when we need him?

Thursday, September 25, 2008

There is nothing better than being Mom...

Yesterday, my son had a book fair at his school. Off he went, with a check for $15.00 so that he could pick out a few books for himself. He loves reading, and he reads at a level far above his peers, so to indulge in books is something he really enjoys.

When I came home, he couldn't barely wait for me to even come through the door. He wanted to show me the book he bought - it's called "Heroes" and it's a step by step instructional guide on how to draw action figures and superheroes. And then he hands me a book, and says "This one's for you!". I looked at him and said "You bought ME a book? I thought you were going to pick out a few books for yourself?" and he said, "I picked one, but I really wanted to get you one and I saw this and thought it was perfect. See, it says "everything happens for a reason". (One of my more notable and most frequently used cliches..)

He said even though it's for ages up to 11, he thought that it's still good for grownups "in their thirties". He even read the first two chapters to be sure I'd like it. So, I made a deal that we would both read it and then talk about it afterwards. Sort of like our own little book club!
The White Giraffe is our first book - and who knows, this might be the beginning of a fun way for him and I to "hang out" together and talk about something other than just the typical things that a Mom & son talk about. (You know... school, sports, videogames, not bothering his little sister....)

It's these little gifts in life that make everything else pale in comparison, and any troubles small and superficial. There is nothing greater than the love of a child, and I wouldn't trade that for anything in the world....

(Which makes me hate Casey Anthony that much more.)

"I will always be a Patriot..."

If only more players felt that way about the teams on which they play.
Troy Brown is a class act, that's for sure.

There is a big problem amongst professional athletes, and the way in which they make decisions at times – and that problem is greed.

Manny Ramirez is a classic example of this obsession with the almighty dollar. He represents all that is wonderful and awesome about baseball – as well as what’s wrong not just with baseball, (um, hello salary cap!) but with the mindset of professional athletes in general. Mind you this is just a general perspective, and not every player fits in that mold however a vast majority of them do.

We all want to receive our worth in life. Whether we are in a “regular” job, or are a professional athlete playing sports for a living. However, when you are paid hundreds of thousands of dollars – upwards to millions of dollars – to play a sport, it seems that the appreciation level of actually being in the career field of your choice falls to the wayside after a period of time. The appreciation for playing for a team that values your efforts often goes behind the potential monetary amount that a person feels that they are “entitled” to, just because they think that they deserve it.

Or maybe it’s because their agents whisper into their ears that they’re "worth it."

It’s not that I think a player should always stick with a team forever; clearly personal growth is an issue, as well as a certain financial growth. I get that. What I don’t get, is that when a player is on a great team and has a good situation with a team where they’re valued, appreciated – and not underpaid – why is there the incessant need for “more”.

More what? Cars….houses….pieces of jewelry? After the first 5 million, who's counting? The majority of athletes started out like most of us – with humble beginnings. And they’ve been given the opportunity to live a life that most people only dream about, complete with an utterly insane amount of money for a paycheck. Money that your average American won't make in 5 years; some their entire lifetime. So where does the greed and need to be the "highest paid player" come from?

(And let's be honest. We've all seen teams with insanely high payrolls, with "the best" players fail.)

Yet, there are some players who get the value of where they are and what they have. And we’re fortunate to have a few of them in our own backyards. Those who give the “home team discount” because they know the benefits of being with an organization that is appreciative of your efforts, and who compensates in ways outside of just “The Benjamins.”

Money can’t buy you peace of mind. Money can’t buy you love of the game

Maybe it's something as simple as going back to basics. Maybe, some of these guys need to revisit where they started, when it was all about the sport – rather than about the payday.

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

"I love to see a young girl go out and grab the world by the lapels. Life's a bitch. You've got to go out and kick ass."

enough money within her control to move out
and rent a place of her own,
even if she never wants to or needs to...

something perfect to wear if the employer,
or date of her dreams
wants to see her in an hour...

a youth she's content to leave behind....

a past juicy enough that she's looking forward to
retelling it in her old age....

a set of screwdrivers, a cordless drill, and a black lace bra...

one friend who always makes her laugh..
and one who lets her cry...

a good piece of furniture not previously
owned by anyone else in her family...

eight matching plates, wine glasses with stems,
and a recipe for a meal,
that will make her guests feel honored...

a feeling of
control over her destiny.

how to fall in love without losing herself..

how to quit a job,
break up with a lover,
and confront a friend --
without ruining the friendship...

when to try harder...

that she can't change the length of her calves,
the width of her hips, or the nature of her parents..

that her childhood may not have been perfect...
but it's over...

what she would and wouldn't do for love or more...

how to live alone... even if she doesn't like it...

whom she can trust,
whom she can't,
and why she shouldn't take it personally...

where to go...
be it to her best friend's kitchen table,
or a charming Inn in the woods,
when her soul needs soothing...

What she can and can't accomplish in a day...
a month...and a year...

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Vampires often turn on those who trust them, you know. We don't have human values like you...

So, in my never ending quest for finding great television -- I started watching "True Blood", an HBO show from the creators of "Six Feet Under". (A show that I was absolutely addicted to, and really sad to have seen end. However, had that not happened, I wouldn't have my buddy Dexter around, now would I?)

It's still in it's infancy stages, and character development is still under way -- but it's definitely got me interested. I've always been a fan of vampires anyway - and have always had a fascination with the supernatural and ways of the Witch. (What girl who grew up in the 80's and saw Stevie Nicks in her pretty, black, flowy dresses didn't want to be a witch as she was rumored to be?) As a little girl, I had a total infatuation with Bela Lugosi's Dracula. He was just so, charming...and handsome. It's not his fault that he was a creature of the night. Then of course, my disdain for gore in film took over and until Brahm Stoker's Dracula (played brilliantly by Gary Oldman) was released, I sort of left vampires behind me. All that blood was too much for me. But after being sucked back in by the tragic thought of "love never dies"... my interest in them piqued once again. The Anne Rice Vampire Chronicles books, and of course the movie "Interview with the Vampire" became part of my collection of favorites. Of course it didn't hurt that Brad Pitt was the hottest vampire...ever.

Vampires, by their very nature are passionate, tragic beings...they're romantic and androgynous to a certain extent, in the respect that there is no gender specification in their passion. So be forwarned, if you dare to watch this show, it's very...mature. And not for the faint of heart.

I don't necessarily love the main character, Sookie Stackhouse. I never read the books that her character comes from, but her portrayal on screen leaves me rather cold. Her flighty and almost forced ingenue demeanor contradicts her apparent spunk. Maybe its the delivery of it all - I'm not sure that I'm loving the casting in her role.

However, her vampire counterpart -- I think is fantastic. He's the classic sterotype of all things vampire: handsome, charming, and of course -- dangerous. It's that little blood drinking thing that always gets in the way.

His not so nice vampire pals, are creepy and insane - but very funny. There's a humor to this show that if you were a "Six Feet Under" fan, you'd entirely appreciate.
It's something that you can sink your teeth into - and it's definitely got me hooked.

Monday, September 22, 2008

We interrupt today's previously scheduled post to bring you this late breaking news....

I gave my notice today.
Because I accepted the offer for another job that had been presented to me.

I did not expect the reaction I received when I informed the office.
People come and go from jobs -- and though I've been in this office for several years, and knew that some of my co-workers would be surprised/disappointed -- I didn't expect the management to react quite as strongly as they did.

It was flattering, and while I wasn't surprised by the kind words - I was surprised at the level of interest in doing whatever possible to get me to stay.

And now -- there is potentially a counter offer in the works.

It isn't about the money. And I made that clear this morning. My exact words were "there isn't enough money in the world that could convince me to stay employed with the employer I'm presently with." Money can't buy me peace of mind.

But a different company, could offer me piece of mind - and potentially a change of heart.

But this possibility now presents me with an ethics question.
Do I reneg on the offer I accepted? I know people do it all the time, but....should that be the answer?

Or do I accept the change that's coming my way - (though not the change I'd been hoping for, nor the change I'd like to see long term for the future) - and embrace the challenges and excitement that this new job may bring.

Damn it...where is my yoga mat when I need it?

Feel free to share thoughts/comments/opinions.
This girl is feeling....torn at the moment.

Originally scheduled post will appear tomorrow. Same bat time. Same bat channel....

Sunday, September 21, 2008

Thank God it's going to be a "bye" week...

For more reasons than the obvious...

Ugh. Not a great showing for the Pats. I can't remember the last time they looked that bad.

It's been a long time. And it's not entirely Matt Cassel's fault. The defense looked horrible. HORRIBLE. It was really not an enjoyable game to watch. I'm surprised they actually got one touchdown. There was no silver lining in the clouds today...

Other than the Red Sox win. And how Dice K managed to get out of the second or third inning with men on 1st and 3rd still blows me away. I can't believe he went 7 innings either. He is the most frustrating pitcher to watch. I don't care for him, at all.

However, the other reason why I'm happy that there's no game next Sunday is because man, do I eat when it's afternoon football Sundays. I ate so much that I think I need to binge and purge. Kidding - I enjoy food far too much to ever have an eating disorder, no matter how disgusting I feel at the moment. Besides, let's be honest - purging is far more disgusting than however I may feel at the moment. (No offense to any of my eating disorder friends...!)

Sundays, football and cooking go hand in hand for me. There were pickys all day -- between chips, and salsa and guacamole (that truly wasn't all that good...the avacado's weren't ripe enough), and cake...and baking pumpkin pie....and making a huge roast beef with roasted squash, sweet potatoes, and russets.

Thank God I'm going to start running again tomorrow - come hell or high water. Back into 5k mode once again.

And thank God the Patriots have an extra week to try to figure out how to fix their team.

Saturday, September 20, 2008

Sing....sing a song!

Music has been a part of my life for as long as I can remember. It was always on in my house, and as I've mentioned before - Sundays was always the day we all spent together as a family, and my Dad would play his 45's. My dad had is own electronic repair business, and so I was probably the only 4 year old that had a stereo in her room! I had to be extra careful so as not to scratch the record with the needle. (I know, totally dating myself on this one. It's only the beginning in this post, I assure you!)

As a little kid, in an effort to get me to "be good" when getting shots at the pediatrician's office - my mom would bribe me with going to get some 45's afterwards. Back then you could get 3 for one dollar - sometimes 4 if they were having a special sale. (Yes, and dinosaurs roamed the streets in those days too!) In high school, music was my best friend. I would spend hours listening to my favorite songs, and stopping the tapes to write the lyrics down so I could memorize them. My social life was minimal (I had strict parents) but they were great about letting me go to concerts, so my main source of excitement was waiting on the tour announcements, watching the new videos to debut on MTV and for cd's to be released.

It was music and sports - and that was what I lived for.

Some things never change...

1. What was your first favorite song? I think my very first was "Very Merry Unbirthday" from my Alice in Wonderland album. "Lollipops, Lace &Lipstick" from my mother's Donny Osmond album is another early recollection. But I think my first main stream, radio station song was "Emotion" by Samantha Sang. (Check out that gem of a video...how's that peach lip gloss? Oh yeah baby...smokin'.)

2. Who was your first favorite female singer? Now this is a tough one. Female singer I'm guessing is going to constitute having been more than one song. I'd say a toss up between Barbara Streisand (who's mom didn't listen to her?) and Yvonne Elliman.

3. Who was your first favorite male singer? I do believe it was Billy Joel. It might've even been Gordon Lightfoot, courtesy of my father.

4. Who was your first favorite band? The Monkees. I was obsessed. I had all of their albums, 45s, and I loved all their lesser known songs. Hello, who loved "Auntie Grizelda"? I did! And, no surprise here -- I had a crush on Davey Jones. For mainstream music, I think it may have been Asia. I liked a ton of solo artists, and I liked alot of bands that I had been exposed to by other people, but I think the first band I discovered and became my first favorite, was Asia - and it started with this song.

5. Who is your all time favorite band? This is really too difficult to answer. I'm so music oriented, it would depend on genre and then even possibly era. Some of my all time favorites are Aerosmith, Queen, Metallica, Steve Miller, The Eagles...the list goes on and on.

6. Who is your all time favorite male singer? Again, music's my thing - and so I don't think I have just one. I love, love, love Andrea Bocelli and Josh Groban if we're talking strictly singing. To me, Josh Groban must be what an angel must sound like.

7. Who is your all time favorite female singer? Again, such a broad canvas to paint! I guess I'd have to say my girl Christina Aguilera, though not a classic choice - is probably my answer. My second choice would probably be Whitney Houston -- pre "Crack is Whack", natch. That clip is one you should watch -- the best version of our national anthem -- ever. I actually get all choked up watching it, truth be told.

8. What is your all time favorite LP/CD album? I'm going to go out on a limb and say it's a three way tie between "Led Zeppelin IV", Metallica's "Master of Puppets" (Tough call, all their pre-Black stuff is amazing), Christina Aguilera's "Stripped". I have lots of "favorites of the moment", but those are timeless to me.

9. What was your first favorite radio station? WCOZ. Back in those days, you either listened to KISS 108, or WCOZ. Disco v. Rock. Don't get me wrong, I liked Disco too - but truly, I was a rock and roll kinda girl. And then shortly there after, I discovered Charles Laquidera and WAAF, of course.

Thursday, September 18, 2008

If life hands you a bushel of lemons...

Go make yourself some lemonade, God damn it.

I didn't get great news last night; the business venture has been put on hold yet again....
I know that everything happens for a reason, but when you're this close, it hurts.
And, it's frustrating. The whole reason why I wanted to do a startup was because the business that was this close -- fell through last year (same time last year, interestingly enough).

Truthfully, it was a very expensive startup; had the location been a different one, the cost would have been lower, less buildout expenses – and I would be a very happy girl this morning.
Instead, here I sit disappointed – and drinking a cup of lemonade that I wished had just a bit more sugar in it….

So where to go from here? Well, I’ve got my back up plan – which isn’t what I wanted, but still at the same time, it’s better than not having a plan at all.

And now to think of the future.

I will have my business. It will just take some time in finding a spot that needs less work – or possibly even revisiting buying an existing shop in the right location.

Plus there are other things that I love. I’m not seeing any rules in the WEEI sports blogger contest that prohibits multiple submissions, so I’ll enter a few more times and see what happens. My original goal in life was sportscasting, and we all know I’ve always not-so-secretly wanted to get into the broadcasting medium – radio or television – so who knows.

I may not be happy where I am careerwise today – but it’s not for a lack of trying.
And I’m not about to give up either.

Thoughts for Thursday.....

1. Clearly, I didn't get a Sox win for my birthday. (Or, a birthday wish from their Captain, but there's always next year....sigh.) While I've tried to remain cautiously optomistic that we could win the division -- I think it's time to accept and digest the fact that we are going to be playing the Angels. It's not to say that I don't think it's impossible to win against them -- I'm just suggesting that I'd have rather seen them not have to play them. Or I'd rather a 7 game series. Home field advantage would've been nice too. The month isn't over yet, but we all know that a tie with Tampa just isn't going to cut it, so...I'm hoping we can fix Byrd's tipping, have Mike Lowell not be completely incapacitated by that time, keep Papi's bat alive, have Wake's pitching straighten out, have middle relief be strong and effective should we need them, keep our Mr. October healthy - and a string of other things that are all a part of having the post season be a successful one!

2. I need to get back to working out quickly. I can't even begin to tell you how much of an impact not running or going to yoga has had on me! I haven't had the time since July to do it, between changes in work schedules, and my daughter going to school -- it's been impossible for me to find the time. The thing is I need to make the time. Not only because it's something I really enjoy - but because I feel such a difference since I've stopped. I've got less energy in the morning - I'm tired and draggy which is really not me at all. And truthfully, they're not only a hobby for me - but a part of my lifestyle. And so to have stopped is just killing me. I don't feel as happy as I normally am when I'm not working out. So, I think the one thing I need to do for myself is make the time to get back to yoga and running. And now with the cooler weather at night, it will be easier I think to squeeze a run in. In the summer it is so humid, that to run the lake at 3 in the afternoon was a killer. Sure, I did it - but running the lake on an 88 degree day isn't exactly an easy run. So this is really a good time to be able to get back into the swing of it.

3. I am so frustrated with this Casey Anthony drama. First of all, I do not agree at all with the protesters showing up at the Anthony home and harrassing her parents. Have some compassion people! I do, however agree with protesting about Casey, in general. I am hoping beyond hope that there is a reason as to why the police aren't pressuring her to speak -- nor why no one is pressuring her to look for her daughter or plead with the "kidnappers". This is one of the most disturbing cases I've heard about, and my heart breaks for little Caylee. Give me two days with Casey and I assure you, I'd get the information out of her....

4. This is fortunately my last week of uncertainty. Those plates I've been referring to should be all lined up in a row by tomorrow. A week off, but hey - that's okay. I've got choices, options, possibilities and potential. This is a good position to be in.

Will I end up with what I want?
I don't know. But I sure hope so....

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Today I get to have my cake -- and eat it too!

Happy Birthday to me!

(And to my favorite city....1630 - The city of Boston, Massachusetts is founded. )

I remember growing up, getting excited for my parent's birthdays and wanting to surprise them - and hearing them say, "well, it's just another day..." Just last week when I called my cousin to wish her a happy birthday - she said the very same thing. And my reaction was "It's not just another day". It shouldn't be!

The day that you were born doesn't have to be a quasi-national holiday, complete with a week's worth of ongoing festivities. (Don't laugh, I know people who feel that their birthdays should be celebrated as such...!) But I do believe that even if nothing else -- taking a minute to indulge in something small for yourself makes the day special. There are 364 other days in the year to be mundane; the anniversary of our births is something to celebrate and rejoice - and no matter what, it should never be "just another day".

So how is this girl celebrating?

Well, first of all - it's gorgeous outside - so that's a wonderful way to start the day. My daughter climbed into my bed at 6am and without her eyes even open yet she whispered "Happy Birthday Mommy". Tell me that isn't a gift?

I found a card on my desk from a co-worker - a very cute, girly card. My two girlfriends in the office took me out for a sushi lunch - and the three of us had a lot of laughs that I think we all sorely needed. Morale in the office...not so great. That's okay, we build our own morale! They each got me a very thoughtful gift -- one gave me a gift certificate to Burlington Coat Factory, and the other gave me a beautiful salad bowl set that's painted in a whimsical rose pattern. Love them both. And what's even better - is that truly, the gifts weren't even necessary. Just laughing at lunch - that is gift enough. Truly.

Tonight, after my son's open house at school -- I will have dinner with my family, though I haven't decided where to go. Since I just ate a larger than usual lunch, I just don't know how hungry I'll be.

And when it's all said and done -- today will have been a special day.

The best part of all - is that I don't need to have a birthday to feel liked/loved/appreciated. I'm really fortunate to have a good circle of friends and a beautiful family, and that is all the proof this girl needs.

(Okay, truthfully - a win from the Sox would be nice. And what this girl wouldn't give for a birthday wish from # 33. Sigh....)

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

"It always looks darkest just before it gets totally black.”

That Charlie Brown.
He was deeper than us little kids realized at the time.

It's really difficult to understand why people say they're going to do something in a certain time frame - and then when they're unable to meet their promised timeframe - they don't communicate that. At all. Whatsoever.

So what do you do? You chase them down for an update, because you may have scheduled other things to occur based upon the projected delivery time. And they still don't communicate well as to what the new slipped schedule time may be.

And because, these particular people may be in a position of power to determine the very path of your future, you can't be that direct. You have to be, ultra diplomatic and tactful -- not that one wouldn't be anyway - but potentially in a different type of scenario you may have the option to be more direct; the upper hand may lie with you rather than the other way around.

In a word:

Monday, September 15, 2008

Clearly it's a full moon....

Because that can be the only reason as to why I had a blonde moment today. And I don't mean just any blonde moment - I mean a Mother of All Blonde Moments. I'm even embarrassed to admit that this happened. However, if one can't laugh at one's self -- who can one laugh at it?

I don't make mistakes often -- but when I do, boy do I make HUGE ones.

Guess who backed right into the garage door today?
Ayup. That'd be me, right here.

You know, I thought the door was open - I thought I'd heard it and you know how you're just on autopilot - I swore I'd heard it open and assumed I must've hit the garage door opener without even realizing I did it.
(Yes Dad, I know -- thats why you never assume. It makes an ass out of you and me. Sigh..)

And back I went.

Yeah, that sickening sound of wood crunching and glass shattering was a clear indicator that I had not opened the garage door after all. (ding! ding! ding!) One would think that checking the rear view mirror before pulling out would be an option...but no, not for this girl. I was other wise preoccupied and evidently threw caution to the wind.


Okay. The upside to this, is that I didn't pull out so quickly that I broke the mechanism to the door; it still will go up and down -- with help of course. So I'm thinking (hoping, praying) that the handyman who comes tomorrow will concur with my thought of it being salvageable by repairing the wood. It's really only the wood panels and the bottom of the frame that needs fixing. Along with two panes of glass....

Um...Hi, I'm Rebecca and I'm clearly a dumbass.
(Feel free to laugh, make funny comments. They're well deserved...)

Sunday, September 14, 2008

Hey, Mangini & Crew...

How d'ya like us now?

Quit your whining.
We beat you even with our oh-so obviously inexperienced quarterback.
And chances are - he's only going to get better.

So what are you possibly going to complain about now?
Because I can't wait to hear it.

Karma's a bitch, isn't it?

Friday, September 12, 2008

Finishing. Finalizing. Friday.

I just submitted my blog entry to WEEI. Will it be selected? If I was a gambling girl, I'd say probably not. First off, I couldn't contain it to 500 words no matter how I tried. It wasn't any one specific topic - and so it was hard to be that brief. However, I did look at some of the other submissions and a few ran over as well. While two wrongs don't make a right by any stretch, I was comfortable with what I wrote given the lack of clarity for topic and just went with it. Hey, if you don't try - you'll never know, right?

Speaking of never trying or knowing....Plate number two is just hanging in the balance at the moment. Don't they understand that this "not knowing" does a number to a girl's anxiety levels? Fortunately, I'm a cool and collective person who internalizes. Internalization is a wonderful tool, especially if you're trying to be discreet.

Have I mentioned before how awful the smell is in my building, by the way. Well it just keeps getting worse. This morning, the smell coming out of the air conditioning vent over my head reeked so badly of something horrible, I could practically taste it! I had to leave the space, and since then my throat and eyes have been bothering me. I wrote a funny post last year about how it smelled like "sour ass" -- this is so beyond that smell now, it's worse than eating dirty hockey equipment. Can I get any more visual for you? If you've ever smelled dirty hockey equipment -- that's how bad it smells.

I am beyond thrilled to see this week come to an end. And while I don't have all the clarity that I'd hoped to have at this point, that's okay. It's Friday, I'm going home to put on warm fuzzy pajamas and hang out with the kiddies. Maybe indulge in some cheap Chinese food, a good glass of wine - and no word of a lie - I'm putting a log in the fireplace. Even though it's not quite that cold today, it's just the nice, relaxing final touch to the week that this girl is looking for.

Thursday, September 11, 2008

Thoughts for Thursday....

1. It's been 7 years since September 11th and the tragedy that befell the nation that day. And yet, when seeing footage of the plane(s) making impact on the tower(s) - it still feels as raw to me as if it just happened last week. The visuals still take my breath away. It's amazing to think that it's been that long -- and at the same time, a part of me feels that we should feel thankful that it's been that long since an attack. When you think of how we live in such a free society -- we're pretty much fair game, at any time.

All of the political banter about Iraq, and whether we should be there or not, or why we were there to begin with -- should not be an issue. At least not today. We weren't in Iraq when the attacks happened -- nor have we had an attack since. And this is a good thing. Are they subsequently connected? No, I think not. I think terrorists are opportunists - and weilding the sword of the unknown is their weapon. I think today we as Americans should be thankful for our families, our health - and throw the politics to the wayside. Today is about The United States of America and remembering those who were casualties of fanatacism - by fanatics who had no care as to who was in Presidential Office at the time it happened.

2. Last night's game was not fun to watch. Not even a little. It was frustrating. And heartbreaking. And I don't want the Sox to play the Angels. There, I've said it.....
Oh - and note to JD Drew... "huh?!!!!??". I've always said that he was the "new Trot Nixon". And he just keeps on proving my point. Can anyone say..."Diva"...?

3. The Patriots aren't rushing to bring a seasoned quarterback to town it seems. Very interesting. (code: scary!) What's piquing my interest even more, was that on my way in this morning I was listening to the Zone for a few minutes and heard that an irate Bridget Moynihan called in this past Monday. This girl would love to have been able to hear that on-air conversation....

4. So, an update on those plates.....the third plate has landed as of presstime. Still waiting on the second one, but that should fall in the very near term - possibly this afternoon, but more than likely tomorrow. And then I can honestly say that my plates will not only be on the table -- but very, very full.

5. I need shoes. Badly. And lots of them. Fortunately, DSW has been sending me umpteen coupons online, in the mail - in email - and guess what? It's this girl's birthday month which means I get some extra special discounts or something like that. Whatever it is, I'll take it. DSW and Burlington Coat Factory -- I'm coming knocking on your door, and I've got cash......

6. And finally... be good to yourself - and each other.
(Okay, so Jerry Springer is the one who made that notable - but still, it's a great thought for the day, don't you agree?)

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

It's like push-pull...

I've got this love/hate thing going on with CNN's Nancy Grace.

I'm riveted, nightly to the show and all things Caylee Anthony. (Between the Sox games, of course. Which, might I add - I put a rant on the baseball blog I contribute to today, yet did not focus on our closer because truthfully - I don't think it's entirely his fault. But I digress....) And one of the shows that I can't resist watching, partly because she's focusing solely on this case - and partly because they go over every detail in depth - is Nancy Grace.

I'm always so shocked at how rude and condescending she is to her guests. Maybe they're prewarned ahead of time that this is her "schtick" - but it's sort of puts me off to see it.

Take Leonard Padilla for an example. I, always liked him and genuinely from the start believed his sincerity in that finding Caylee was his goal. Alive or otherwise, it was about her - and he knew that Caylee's mom was holding that key. So I don't begrudge him for wanting access to her to try to obtain that information we're all so desperately searching for. But Nancy Grace? She scoffed at his thoughts, and not matter what he said, she was convinced that he was out for money and publicity. Then, it was abundantly clear that he wasn't....

He went on her show last week before the bail was posted - and said a person from Nashville called him and asked if Casey Anthony was a flight risk; he then said in his opinion she was being bailed by a television production company and that a movie or book deal was in the works. Rolling her eyes and snorting, she basically laughed out loud at the the thought. But wouldn't you know.....it wasn't so off the mark, now was it.

Now - of course she's hanging on his every word. And she does this to everyone --- her panel of experts she'll villify - and then go to them for their expert advice. I get that this is television, but seriously? I'm almost embarrassed for some of the panel after they're borderline ridiculed on national television.

This being said, I love her for being so emotionally involved with the cases she covers.
So I guess it's a true case of ying and yang.
With the good comes the bad.

So while I love watching her, I have to almost suppress the want to reach out and slap her.

Tuesday, September 09, 2008

Walking a tightrope....

It's a balancing act at the moment, that's for sure.

Plate 1 - has what I've got.
Plate 2 - has what I'm looking for.
Plate 3 - has the back up plan.

And they're all mid air, just waiting to see which one comes to the ground first....

Monday, September 08, 2008

You can't believe everything you hear, The diegetic world is so unclear...

There is just so much to talk about this morning!
If only I had my own talk radio show… how fun would that be!
Let’s get started….shall we?

1. Okay, what’s hot on everyone in Boston’s mind at the moment is.... what are the results of Tom Brady’s MRI going to be? This girl thinks it’s an ACL issue. The severity of which clearly is yet to be determined. Why do I think that? Well, his knee was pretty staunchly locked just as he was hit - and then it was turned forcefully. Besides, dont' we all jump to "ACL" with a knee injury?We can assume it’s not as severe as when Rodney Harrison needed to be carried off of the field; however – I work with someone who had a torn ACL and he was able to walk until such time as he had his surgery – which was not immediately. It was his second ACL replacement/repair – and so in my “personal and entirely unprofessional and unfounded medically” opinion – this leads to me believe that there can be degrees of severity with regards to an ACL injury.
a. Yes, we won – but didn’t you feel like it was by the skin of our teeth? I think Matt Cassell performed well due to the fact that he was given lots of protection – which is a great thing. And of course, we’re talking about the Chiefs; it will be interesting to see what happens when we play against the Jets. I’m all for letting the back up do some work, but after this pre-season and seeing the performance of our now “go to” guy – it’s a scary, scary prospect. Fortunately there’s talk about bringing some experienced quarterbacks to the team…

2. Suddenly, we’re in a Pennant Race! Okay, maybe not so suddenly – but this Tampa Bay series is going to be so much fun to watch. It’s great watching all the time - but when the games really mean something with regards to standings, they’re that much more enjoyable. There’s a decent chance of us taking over the division this week. And then, if we do – can we hang onto it? Tomorrow’s game is truly going to be a hot one to watch….DiceK v. Kasmir. All eyes on pitching…

3. Well aren’t the MTV VMAs are so different from typical award shows. Unfortunately, I went to bed before getting to see my girl Christina Aguilera perform, or Kid Rock – whom we all know I love, love, love. (I can’t help it, it must be that “bad boy” thing you know!) The performances that I did see were really good; though I have to say – the whole time I watched Lil Wayne I wanted to ask him if he “needed to use the potty”. Surely this is a sign of my being a mother, if when I see a rap star grabbing his crotch throughout the whole performance and all I can think of is “do you need to pee?” Katy Perry is no Madonna by the way, I think the aging Material Girl can feel safe knowing that no one can coo that song as well as Esther herself.

a. Britney Spears’ being awarded the first award of the night seemed contrived and truthfully her video isn’t really all that good. I thought she looked all doe eyed and innocent in either a faux or “I’m completely on mood stabilizers to an excess” kind of way. Her “I’d like to thank God (ya’ll)” seemed about as sincere as Paris Hilton finding Jesus. The only thing about Britney that I thought looked good – were her arms. She looks like she’s either been lifting or doing yoga. I’m going off on a rant here, but truthfully – it’s hard to feel good and nice about a girl who’s completely tried to take advantage of the system – and oh by the way – became a drug addict along the way. Bi-polar my ass. Out of control and overindulgent? Now you’re talking.

Her mom is coming out with a “tell all” book, which says her daughter lost her virginity long before she supposedly “lost it” to Justin Timberlake who said he “should know” that he was the first (surprise, surprise) . He has owned those bragging rights since their breakup when the Spears camp was still protesting that she was going to be a virgin until marriage. This is wrong on so many levels! First of all, parents should never have a tell all book on their child. Is there nothing sacred in that family?!? Do all of their children just symbolize a dollar sign to those people?!? You don't pimp your children.

Here’s the thing – who cared really whether she was or wasn’t a virgin? But of all the things to fake – why would you choose that as a marketing campaign? There are so many other angles to take – women are scrutinized and dragged through the mind about their sexuality on a regular basis – right, wrong or otherwise. (It is horribly wrong in my mind.) So why choose abstained innocence as your calling card when it’s not the truth? Britney was cute, quasi talented –and highly marketable. There was no need to go there. And that’s partly the reason why I think she became so lost in the industry. If it’s okay to lie to the masses, and make billions of dollars by not following any rules – why would there need to be any types of self honesty or rules in life period?

That family seems to have no principles, no integrity of character – and unfortunately, as always - it is the children who suffer.

Friday, September 05, 2008

"People live with their own idiosyncrasies and die of their own illnesses."

The other day, as I was looking at my "ugly" foot (yes, I have an ugly foot. I will get to that in a minute...) I realized that I have serious quirks. I mean we all do - but I've got some funny ones. I've listed some of them before, and figured what the heck - it's the end of the week - and since I don't feel up to ranting about anything in particular today, I'd ramble about these weird issues I have. Hey, if you can't laugh at yourself - who can you laugh at?

So, if you find these amusing - great! Feel free to share and add your own because it certainly is comforting to know that I'm not the only crazy girl in the world.

1. I "skeeve" feet. Mine, or any one else's for that matter. Except for my kids -- they have beautiful, perfect little feet. But, to add insult to injury - I have really ugly ones. I think if I could change one thing about me physically it would be to have pretty feet. I actually have a pretty foot; my right foot looks great. My left foot..ugh. Whenever I look down its like looking at two different people's toes! My left foot is a mess, the nails are awful (even though I pedicure!!) they don't maintain as long and I just hate it. I know it's from running and kickboxing, and alot of it has to do with how my feet lay (they go downwards on the edges -- I have flat feet) but still, I don't like them.

2. Speaking of feet... I can't stand being barefoot. To say I hate it, would be an understatement. So I always wear socks in the house. But if the socks get even a hint of water on the bottom, you know from either the kids bath - or maybe just splashing from the sink in the kitchen and I happen to step on it -- I have to change the socks immediately. Or, if I wore the socks when I was cleaning the house, I have to change them as soon as I'm done. Why? Beats me. I feel like they're dirty. Mind you my house is never truly dirty -- but like I said, I'm a headcase about that kind of stuff. It's like my Windexing obsession...which I won't get into again today.

3. Another weird issue I have is leftovers. Not sure why -- but I just don't like to eat them. I prefer my food fresh. I think it's great that other people eat leftovers -- and if I go to someone's house, and they serve me their leftovers (e.g. beef stew, roast, or spaghetti sauce, etc.) I'm fine with it. But in my own house -- can't do it. Exception to the rule: Re-engineering the leftovers. Say, taking a roasted chicken and making the leftovers into a salad or something. But I wouldn't eat a plate of leftover meat loaf. It's just as easy for me to whip up a new meal, than to bother with leftovers. Fortunately, I have not passed this issue onto my kids, as they gloriously enjoy eating whatever I give them - and if it's something that they really enjoyed the night before - even better. Interesting thing is that even when I was a child - I wouldn't eat them either. Maybe my issue today is because I genuinely love to cook?

This is just a scratch on the surface of things that go 'round in this girl's head.
Sure, they're silly - but they're mine and part of what makes me who I am, for better or for worse.

Thursday, September 04, 2008

What - and I'm not going to throw my hat in the ring?

So, WEEI is running this contest where a person could win and become a resident sports blogger for the station.

“Ding, ding, ding! And in this corner, out of the North Shore – is the less than flyweight “I’m Just a Girl”, weighing in with lots of wit, sarcasm, nostalgia - and just enough knowledge to make her dangerous…”

The downside to it all? The topic is very broad. It’s got to be about the Boston sports scene, which for a 500 word post is rather vague and difficult to capture. I mean, most blog posts are about specific items – rants so to speak - so I need to wrap my brain around how I want to approach this.

It’s almost more of a lesson in creative writing where your professor says, “write me a paper on sports”…and you have to try to come up with the most interesting and intriguing angle that is going to score you the “A”.

Which is leaving me wonder just what to write about?

I can write about anything – that's not the issue -- but what is going to score me that “A” that I really, really, really want.
(Hello, yes that’s me, Miss “Type A Over-Achiever” who wants to please the teacher. )

Give a girl a hand, and throw some topics at me, would you?

Wednesday, September 03, 2008

It's the first day of Pre-K...

For the Princess Petunia!

And she loved it.

I can’t wait to get home and get the full detailed report, but when she went in this a.m., she went right for some kids and asked if they wanted to play. And then of course, a few minutes later – she decided to paint.
I’m very fortunate because both of my kids are very comfortable in their own skin, and have no qualms about the first day – which certainly makes life easier! As a matter of fact, I think she was waiting for us to leave!

I know it’s only Pre-K and not Kindergarten, but truthfully – it was just as exciting all the way around.

(I'm not sure why Blogger isn't uploading the images properly - but I'll be fixing it tonight when I get home!)