Thursday, July 31, 2008

It's a sad day...

A very sad day, my friend. Take a good look; 'cause it may be the last time you see Manny hitting it out for the Red Sox Nation.
I'm a smart girl. But, I still don't get it. I don't get the break-down with the realtionship between Manny & the Sox. I don't get the "Three Team Trade". I don't get how the Dodgers answered the 2-year 20 Mil$ extension that the Sox had with Manny. I'm sure I can Google it all to death; but the bottom line is that I am really sad. And that's not my way. To be sad over a trade.
Beckett, Lester, Daisuke, Papelbon, Varitek, Lowell, Youkilis, Coco, Drew, Ellsbury and Ortiz...and my man Sean Casey. And all the others that I did not mention. You're all awesome and I think we can get by without a Manny. We survived without a Damon. (He didn't love us that much either)
I make jokes, but I Do get it. I get that Manny reached a place where he had to do something different. The rest of us do that all the time. But, we're not in the limelight and it doesn't make that much of a splash if you or I decides to change our venue.
On a high note: Manny, I wish you all the best and truly hope that the Sox beat you everytime we have a chance. Ya know, just for chits and giggles.

Tuesday, July 29, 2008

Draft Day!!!!

Draft day is August 30 for me. I'm looking for Sleepers, people! I'm going to go for the obvious for my first 4 rounds, but after that, I'm looking at Sleepers for 2 rounds. Then I'll do my PK and Defense. And then I'll sleep through the rest cause we all know it's just a dart throw after the 9th.

I tied for Third last year. My best showing. I want to WIN this year. I have the feeling that a good Sleeper will do it for me. I had the same feeling when I drafted Javon Walker & Santana Moss on their sleeper years. They won me money.

Any ideas..let me know.

(And I challange you to not use the word "Sleep" or "Sleeper")


I'm a nice girl.

Mostly everyone says so. So please explain to me why Manny wants to break my heart! Why does he want to pretend that the Sox mean nothing to him? Like we didn't have a Real Connection? I don't get it! Did I not cheer loud enough? Did I wear the pink hat when I should have worn the blue? I tried so hard! And I get butkus in return.

Damn...I can't imagine a Sox team without you, Manny!


(Reality check: The only kind of trade that could happen is with A-Rod. No other team is going to match the 2 year extension that the Sox would do at 20 mil. I'm thinking we'll see Manny with us next year.)

Monday, July 28, 2008

Thank you...and Thank you again; and again....

Thank you Duncan & Erika for throwing me an incredible birthday party!!! Thank you for loving me.

The party was starting at 2pm and that's exactly when the heavens opened up with one of the most crazy summer storms I've seen in a long time. I was on 395 and thought about pulling over. I had a little hydro-plane action goin' on and thought to myself, "I've pulled off three parties in the last two months with no rain and there is no fucking way MY day is going to be spoiled by rain!" And then it stopped raining. Just like that. Like someone was listening to me.

In either case; it was a beautiful day! All the people I love (sans my parents. Who couldn't make it.) were there. Duncan, Erika, and Rindy went above and beyond to make it really special for me. I felt a little weird because I'm not use to people making a fuss over me. But, OMG!! The food was Incredible!!! The company was more than I could wish for. There were people that showed that I haven't seen in a long time. The cake was Awesome!! Erika got it from Alexandria Pastry and it was just to die for..Chocolate cake with Chocolate Mousse & Raspberry layers with Butter Cream Icing.

Thank you again Erika, Duncan, & Rindy!!!! You truly are in my heart!


I am so lucky to have such amazing friends.

Thursday, July 24, 2008

I have a Birthday coming up....

It's Sunday. And I am breaking all the rules. I am not going to be 29 again. I am going to be 39 again. I have decided that the old cliche of being 29 year after year is stupid. I don't know about you; but I was an idiot in my 20's. I found myself to be so much smarter in my 30's. As far as wisdom goes. I didn't really have any before I was 30.

And now I'm going to be 39 again and damn near just the smartest chick you'll ever run across. Given all the experience I have with being 39. I own it.



Sunday, July 20, 2008

Treat yourself to some incredible photography....
Skip the "People" section....all glam shots.
Go to the "Fine Art" & "Places"....Renee is a genius...

Monday, July 14, 2008

Life in the "Zone"

Ok...I suffered something today that I would not wish on my worst enemy. I went a whole day without....NEWS. It's true. I did not see a single News report all day. It was....just short of a day not knowing if the air you are breathing is real air. Go ahead and laugh. Put down your Blackberry and laugh at little 'ole me.

I walked into my bar this morning to see that the new owners had Taken Down All The TV's!!! And, (God Bless me father for I have Sinned) cut all the cables!!!! It was surreal and my only hope is that I will go to work tomorrow and be able to see Channel 32. Which is Fox News. Better known to everyone else as "Just Fucking Kill Me" News.

That would be a great way to start the day! :)

Who say's I'm not fun??


Friday, July 11, 2008

In the spirit...

of months of the year being deemed special for something; I have deemed July the "Just Be Happy" month. If you can find nothing else that you want to Really celebrate during the rest of the year; Celebrate July!! The Just Be Happy month!! Please don't confuse this with June's International Accordion Month. I would hate for you to show up with instruments and noone to perform to. Or March with the International Listening Awareness Month. Which requires you to; I don't know...Listen.

It's July! Be Happy!


(Disclaimer: I expect to get
radical emails from people that play the Accordion & people that Listen. I expect they can't take a joke.)

Thursday, July 10, 2008

When you agree...

to love the one you're with; you agree to love all parts of them.

A friend of mine is going through a situation that really chaps my ass. In a nutshell: Boy meets Girl. Girl agrees to marry Boy. Boy & Girl have a great life for several years until Girl has an epiphany!!! "I don't want to be married to someone whose job requires so much of their time." Boy is very confused and points out that she knew of his job requirements when they met. Her response is, "I thought that would all change when we got married."

Jesus-effing-Christ!! This is the type of woman that ruins it for the whole gender. It makes us look completely irrational.

Note to all women: Marry the face value. It is what it is. Don't expect to change him any more than you would expect to make changes to yourself.

It's a two-way street, Sweetie.


A beautiful pic by Christoph Gamper from Zurich, Switzerland. Check out his other work on his site. (The website is pretty cool as well).

Wednesday, July 09, 2008

Never frown, even when you are sad, because you never know who is falling in love with your smile.

I love this saying (as cheesy as it is) because it can mean so many things. I take it to mean that you never know how other people see you. Or, you never know how you affect other people. Someone on the other side of the proverbial room can see you smiling, and it makes them smile. They probably don't know why they're smiling. Fortunately, smiling is an expression that is addictive. Like yawning. Only better. And don't you always laugh when you catch yourself yawning at the same time someone else does?


I have a pet peeve...

I can hear what you're saying.

"Of course you do, Miss Scarlett. What is it today?'

It drives me crazy when someone at my bar uses a Bev-Nap to blow their nose into. Or cough into. Or wipe some unidentifiable (Its a word. I checked.) thing off of something. And then ball it up and leave it on the bar for me to pick up. Seriously, what's that all about? Just stick it in your pocket and deal with it later. In as much as you DON'T want to touch it anymore; I don't want to have to touch it at all.

Your best bet at my bar should you need to sneeze, cough, or wipe: Have pockets. Because I will embarrass you. Just tonight I pushed an offending Nap back at a person and exclaimed my surprise that their Mama didn't teach them better. I feel bad I did that; but not really. He should have known better.




According to Wiki, "Digg is a website made for people to discover and share content from anywhere on the Internet, by submitting links and stories, and voting and commenting on submitted links and stories, in a social and democratic spirit. Voting stories up and down is the site's cornerstone function, respectively called digging and burying. Many stories get submitted every day, but only the most dugg stories appear on the front page."

I was late to the game with Digg. When I discovered it; I thought, "I Love the news. All news. This could be fun." Well, now that I have done it for a few weeks; I have developed a theory. There are people that do nothing all day but jump between websites devoted to the news and websites devoted to weird-but-true stories. These people don't have jobs. Every time I attempt to submit a story; it's already there 45 times. And it seems to be the same people submitting and commenting. I want one of my stories to be accepted as "first reported" and "Dugg" by someone! But that won't happen. Because I have a job. One that doesn't allow me to surf all day.

I love the concept; but it's a game not all can play. My attention span is about THIS big and I just lose interest if I feel I'm constantly having to chase the same people.

Digg fans? Anyone? I'd love to hear your thoughts. Maybe I'm not understanding the rules.


Sunday, July 06, 2008

Ya know, I was totally resolved when I put Simba down. She was old; she was sick. It was time. She never suffered; she didn't feel any pain. It broke my heart and I thought about just picking her up and running out the door with her when Dr. Kirk gave her the sedation shot. But, I didn't because I knew it was time for her to go.

I've had three weeks to be comfortable with my decision. And I am. And then I had to go pick up her ashes today. Something I've put off for a week. It was very weird. There was a woman in the lobby with this cute poodle. And I don't like poodles. I find them way too hyper and yippy. In either case, I had called ahead, so they were expecting me. When the owner of the annoying poodle realized what I was doing there, she started crying. Which made me cry when I really thought I wasn't going to.

In either case, I'm very happy with the way Del Ray handled Simba. I was given a beautiful mahogany box with her ashes enclosed. They also gave me a ceramic heart with her paw print on one side and her name on the other.


At the risk of sounding maudlin, I'm going to miss Simba-cat. She was a righteous girl. I rescued her from the animal shelter in St. Croix. I watched her snag a sugar bird mid-air with one paw and have it for dinner. Not my finest moment, but it was for her. She sat patiently in a dog carrier during two hurricanes with no complaints. She flew USAir to Baltimore with no complaints when I brought her to the States. And then proceeded to alternately love/hate me for making her an indoor-cat. During which time she slept in my face & made me wish for something better than Benadryl.

Godspeed, Simba....I'll meet you on the other side of the bridge.


Friday, July 04, 2008

"Toto, I've a feeling we're not in Kansas anymore"

And so it goes with Southern storms. One minute you're walking your dog. The next; you're bargaining over some freaky red sequined shoes with some crazy chick named "Glenda" wearing a whole lot of pink taffeta. And then the Wicked Witch is all over your ass with the Monkey Brigade!

I grew up in South Carolina. And that's damn near what a true southern storm feels like. You're all safe and the sun is shining and then BAMMMMM! From out of nowhere; lightning up through your toes, thunderclap reverbs in your head & and sometimes hail the size of a quarter. For about 10 minutes. And then it's gone.

I joke about it now; but it was pretty scary when I was a kid. I remember my Dandy (grandfather) telling me to count from the time I saw the lightning to when I heard the thunder.
That would tell me how close it was. And then how far away. I still count in my head: "One Mississippi, Two Mississippi.."

And now that I think about the time...being 5 years old....I didn't know who, what, or where Mississippi was. But, I knew where Kansas was. Because of Dorothy.


Strange, indeed....


Happy Fourth of July from DC!!

Tuesday, July 01, 2008

Idle Hands are the Devil's Tools...

This is the cartoon that was making the rounds at my bar today. Kick-ass funny to me; the only sober person :)
I still have a job. And was actually asked by the new owner's, my opinion on things. Very good sign. Whew...I'm so happy I don't have to live in my car. It would be very cramped in there. What, with; the whole seasonal closet, the face, hair, and nail products.

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