Do I want to go to Sea World in Florida? Do I want to pay $65 to go to an aquarium and touch a penguin (oh, penguins!). Is it just like a big aquarium? I mean, I love aquariums, but not for $65. And I love penguins, and I do wonder what they feel like, but I'd rather run across one in the wild than have one handed to me. And doesn't Disney own Sea World? I remember reading an article recently about Orlando, and how they closed down Marine Land (I think that was it), which is actually on the coast, to open Sea World, which is more of a glorified theme park. Thoughts?
later on 2/27/07
I haven't taken my actual "weekend" of Wed-Thurs-Fri in a while, this will be a nice break. Usually I sign up for an overtime shift or two, so I don't actually have two days off in a row. So I'm really looking forward to not having to work til Saturday. It's supposed to be warm and sunny for the rest of the week.
We had another brief snowstorm - and when I say storm, I mean a few hours of flurries that turn to icy rain and freeze on the ground. I think we're stuck with this being another mild winter. Which is fine with me, because JetBlue stranded a zillion customers during the last "snowstorm," and I'm flying on them in two weeks. I have to dust off my shorts and bathing suit for Florida.
Mets Spring Training games start tomorrow and Yankees on Thursday. My days off from work, too - perfect. The long, dark winter is officially over!
And what's up with moving Daylight Savings Time up a few weeks? Not that I mind losing the hour this year, because I'll be at work for it, so my night will be an hour shorter than usual - not like I'm losing sleep this time.
The (very odd) casting for the film of Sweeney Todd includes a character called "The Gentleman Ghost." Who? Is there a subplot that I completely missed in fifteen years of listening to the show? Does he have any good songs?
Oh, I had this very vivid dream about being in Paris. I really want to go back there. There are a handful of places that I really love being, and that's one of them.
I worked a double last night, so today is a rare day off. Errands day - post office, Wal-Mart, get labs done for surgery. My pre-surgery appt is in two weeks, and then I am off to Florida to ogle ballplayers.
It'll be an interesting presidential election next year. As I remarked at dinner last night, it'll be a first-time election for me: I'll either be voting for a woman, a black man, or a Republican.
Wonder where I can get a "Rudy for Prez" bumper sticker without having to set foot in a Republican headquarters building.
Speaking of bumper stickers, I can't remember where I got the one on my car now - the one that says, "I root for two teams, the Yankees and whoever beats the Red Sox," but if anyone sees one anywhere, please send it my way - when I do get a new car (way way way next year) I'll need to replace the artwork.
later on 2/21/07
The show was alright, no real plot, but it was just lovely to see Liev Schreiber onstage for nearly two hours. I could watch him read the phone book, I swear. And big thanks to James for buying me a copy of New York magazine with Liev on the cover.
There must've been something going on in the city, because there were armed guards - with machine guns - at the entrance to the Lincoln Tunnel. They didn't seem to be stopping anyone, but still, it's been a few years since I've seen machine guns in NYC.
I went in early so I could go downtown to get my brows done. And being girly, got a manicure, too. The place I go to is run by a terrific Korean lady, and it's the most international cast of employees I've run into - a Russian woman who usually does the waxing, an Indian woman who was there today threading brows, and several Spanish women doing manicures. I feel very girly, which means I will break a nail tomorrow. They never stay long and intact for too long, probably because I work with my hands too much. I would never have made it in a real class society - like when Rhett told Scarlet he knew she'd been working in the fields because of her hands? I couldn't live like that.
OK, off to curl up with my new DVD.
My DVD of The Prestige arrived today. I want to sit down and watch it, but I'm about to head to the city to see Talk Radio. I can guarantee you, I'll be watching it the minute I get home.
Happy year of the pig. I celebrated by eating my leftover shrimp and pineapple fried rice.
I was thinking to myself, "Self, I wonder if Saturn makes a convertible." Lo and behold, they do. And it's so cute. It's a roadster - very Nancy Drew. Not that I'm going to get rid of my Chrysler any time soon, but it doesn't hurt to look. And the Sebring is nearly paid off. But really, my next car will be a new car.
Oh, and the Saturn has a manual transmission. I do miss driving stick. But no, no new car this year. I'm paying off the Sebring and then staying debt-free for a while. Sticking everything in the bank. I wonder if I could even get a car loan, being bankrupt. Better to drool over the Saturn from a distance.
Of course, they have the sporty Ion coupe as well, starting at half the price of the Sky convertible, and you can get it with a sun roof and a manual transmission. That's almost as good, and in the realm of "affordable." Anyway, not this year.
I got an email from my former boss at the AP (now we're going back about 13 years here), who recently took a motorcycle roadtrip from NYC out to LA, where he's moving for a while. He wrote all about it and took lots of pictures.
I think Boston is my only planned roadtrip for the year, unless something random pops up, so you never know. Would love to go back to Savannah, to Seattle, to Texas (but just for the family and the baseball, there isn't anything specific I want to do in Texas, sorry), and to Olana, Fallingwater etc. Maybe on my LOA from work I'll get to somewhere close. And I do have a few more vacation days to take at work for later in the year...
Of course - with my luck - I'll have the car paid off in a month or two, and then it will promptly keel over. Knock on wood.
Moose and Pavano meet to make peace. Right. I've never heard Moose say a bad thing about anyone, but he really lit into Carl Pavano this week. Which has my approval, because I'm not fond of Pavano at all, and I doubt he'll throw a pitch this year, either.
The best part about the snow is that I'm really looking forward to Florida next month. I can't wait to go to the Space Center and pretend like I'm in Apollo 13. That stuff is just so cool. And I bet they have those freeze dried strawberries like they have at the Smithsonian Air and Space Museum. I'm such a dork.
The snow was lovely, until it turned to icy sleet overnight. I worked a double yesterday (and came back at 3pm today), and overnight it was just miserable - windy and icy. When I went outside at 8am to scrape off my car, it was hailing. By the time I got home this morning, 2 miles away, the car and the windows had all iced over again, even with the defrosters on high. Tonight when I got home, it took longer to get the car up the driveway - stopping every few feet to dig out the snow from under the tires - than it did to get home.
But I can't complain - I love the snow, and at least we don't have ten feet of it.
And if it snows again, I'll dig out the snowblower. It's all very icy, tho, so I wonder how much it would really do.
Happy Spring - kind of. We're having snow flurries and Derek Jeter is sunning himself.
Step one on my path to financial security: paid off a big chunk of my car loan to avoid the interest. I now owe something like $1800 and I can pay that off fairly soon. I'm going to pay for the surgery in cash as well, so I didn't want to empty my savings account for the car loan.
Next step will be figuring out why Bank of America pays a whopping 0.2% interest on my savings account, while places like ING Direct offer 4.5%. And if opening a Roth IRA is a good idea if I'm already socking away my money into a savings account. Accountants welcome to answer. I'm going to pick Missy's brain tomorrow night over drinks at O'Lunney's, since she's the proud owner of a job title with the word "Budget" or "Financial" somewhere in it.
Today is the official last day of winter, because pitchers and catchers report to Spring Training tomorrow!
We're supposed to get a foot of snow tomorrow night.
I need to get new scrub pants - the pair I wore tonight developed a mysterious stain on the leg. Probably old. Is it juice? Is it phenobarb? Who knows.
I really enjoyed three books by Beverly Swerling. Fantastic historical novels set in and around the Revolutionary War. Good reads, all.
I think I can adequately describe how it will feel to get old and lose my sense of balance, sight and sanity. All from in front of this computer screen. It just takes a few simple steps to recreate what my residents deal with every day:
I was flipping through the channels on TV last night, and came across The Usual Suspects as it was just starting. I adore this movie - one of the most clever ones I've ever seen. As soon as I realized it was the "edited for TV" version, with overdubbing for the profanity and commercial breaks, I popped in the DVD instead to watch the whole movie. And I don't know why, but the movie gives me nightmares. Always makes me feel uneasy. Must be Keyser Soze watching me.
Daniel Sunjata (of Take Me Out) is going to play Reggie Jackson in an upcoming ESPN miniseries about the '77 World Series. Be still my heart. If only they could get Denis O'Hare, too. And in bonus theatre news, Liev Schreiber is doing Talk Radio (the movie version was just on TV the other night at work) on Broadway - tix were on TDF so I'm going next week to drool on the stage.
What happened to the global warming? It's actually winter-esque outside, being below ten degrees for the second straight day. Do I want to go outside and go to work? No. Do I want to stay in bed and drink hot chocolate all day? Yes. Is that realistic? No - must go to work.
Now all we need is some snow.
Tomorrow is the wake for one of my favorite patients, who passed away over the weekend. It was a blessing that she died in the hospital, because I honestly don't think I could have made the call to her family to let them know. It's going to be hard enough seeing them tomorrow.
Happy birthday, Peter. Today's the coldest (forecast) day of the year. Oh joy.
Ooh. The final Harry Potter book is available for pre-order. Click. Bought.
Welcome to the shortest month of the year. I really have no February plans (other than to wish my brother and grandmother happy birthdays), but March is going to be crazy busy. It can't get here soon enough.
They want us at work to have "all vacation time requests" put in before March 15th for the year. Well, I put in for time in March for Florida, and in May for Boston, but I still have a few days left to use. I hope they don't want ALL requests put in, because I honestly have no idea what I want to use those other days for.
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