It's been a long week at work, mostly because I wasn't feeling 100%. But happily, the week is over and it's payday and I have the weekend off. Heading to the city tomorrow to go to Peter Luger's with Dad and Ann (bring on the steak and taters, please), and then brunch and Swedish drama, part two, with Tesse on Sunday. It'll be nice to relax and not be at work.
later on 7/27/10
I am compelled to remind you that the BQE is an "expressway" in name only.
My actual day off - and I'm feeling 90% better. Better enough to accept cousin Mark's invite to the Mets/Cardinals game tonight. Uncle Joe and his side of the family are Mets fans, and while I understand the reasoning behind it, I just can't accept it. But even with that great flaw, I still love them. Driving to the game, so I can listen to the radio in the car when I leave early as the Mets are decimated by the bat of Albert Pujols.
3am: Pre-emptively called out from work again, since I still have a fever, achy joints that won't let me sleep, a migraine and a stuffy head. I spent yesterday on the couch trying to sleep. Took some Motrin and that helped with the joints. I hate being sick.
6pm: Feeling slightly better, better enough to go down to Planet Bike and buy a new bike, anyway.
I worked a double at work last night to make some overtime. And all night I had a headache and a backache and a sore throat. I figured it was the AC at work, or maybe I was constipated, so I took some Tylenol and Colace and slogged through. So then today, I can't sleep - rubbed the faux Ben Gay on my back, took more Tylenol. And nothing worked. So when I woke up at 2pm to get ready to go back to work, I checked my temp and it was 101.7, and while I hate calling out with so little notice, I had to. I can't move.
And to the asshole who stole my bike right off the porch while I was at work, I hope the chain flies apart and you get lacerated and get MRSA and I end up being your nurse.
The air is so thick you can see it.
Of course - being Friday and having tickets for the Yankees game - there was rain in the forecast. And not just rain, but a tornado warning! As I was leaving the game in the midst of the downpour, the radio announcer said that a tornado did indeed touch down near the Bronx. We in our section at the Stadium thought it would have been great if A-Rod hit his 600th homerun, and then the lightning and thunder and such came, but alas, he struck out in the 5th inning right before they brought the tarp out.
On the way to the Stadium, I stopped at the ghetto Jersey Gardens outlet mall, to try and find a pair of khaki capris. It was my lucky day - the first store I stopped in, the first pair I saw on the sale rack, and they fit perfectly and are even stretchy so I can keep eating ice cream this summer.
Ten years ago today, I jumped out of a perfectly good airplane. And this is why I keep a blog, to remind me of stuff like that. When I am old and have no memory, I'll be glad I wrote it all down.
Today, my feet are killing me. Even with the super-padded Sketchers Shape-Ups on, they're aching.
I am so tired of the humidity. Not that I want it to be cold or anything, but a simple "not humid" would be OK with me.
And I am forever indebted to my manicurist, who - after I mangled two fingers in a chance meeting with a cabinet at work - fixed them this morning at 10am. She's the best.
I couldn't sleep last night, so I didn't make it to brunch - another time. I ended up sleeping past noon (no surprise there), lounging in the kiddie pool with some Clive Cussler summer reading, and watching The Hunt for Red October - how young Alec Baldwin looks!
Score. Worked a double shift last night in exchange for today off. So now I'm off til Monday. I don't have super exciting weekend plans - going to the movies tomorrow with my friend Kelly (to see The Sorcerer's Apprentice, love me some Nicolas Cage and Alfred Molina), and then brunch with Missy on Sunday. Otherwise, a nice laid-back (if one can be laid back in all this humidity) weekend.
I had a nice dream with Adam Richman in it - probably because tonight is the Man vs. Food: Phoenix edition.
later on 7/13/10
That might have been the least exciting All Star Game ever. The "year of the pitcher" makes things very dull. And I'm not just saying that because the National League won.
Thunderstorms didn't take away any of the humidity.
First Bob Sheppard, now King George. It's truly the end of an era. I'm sure they'll do a nice tribute at the game on Friday (the first game after the ASG), but I alas sold my tix to that game.
No carwash - thunderstorms. Or maybe it's the sound of George Steinbrenner arguing with God.
It defeats the purpose of doing the pictures online for CVS to print out, if they have the slowest salespeople at the store so that it takes forever for someone to come to the photo desk and get them for you. I should have just taken the pics on a CD to print out myself - will have to go back tomorrow before work to get them. Slow people bother me. Not when I have peanut butter brittle ice cream melting in the car while I wait.
Home Run Derby = incredibly boring this year.
And there is an odor of dead skunk outside. There's either a dead skunk in the road or I ran over one on the way home. Either way - car wash time tomorrow!
Bob Sheppard passed away.
I love that you can order prints of pictures that are on the computer, to be picked up at the local CVS. That saves me the time of putting the pics on a CD, taking it down there, and printing them out on the photo machine. So convenient, this technology stuff.
I thought it was supposed to thunderstorm today - what happened to the rain?
It's actually a little cooler out, but not by much.
Two more days of work, and then I'm off on Tuesday - perfect timing, since Tuesday night is the All Star Game. Can't believe it's the middle of July already! I didn't watch the Swedish drama yet - maybe I'll do that tomorrow after work, or Tuesday before the ASG.
Did my bi-annual (that's every two years, not twice a year) thing and bought a new phone. Always a hassle because I just want a phone that makes phone calls. And sends text messages. So I did my research on the Verizon website, and went down to the store to buy the one I picked out. And got it synced to my car (now that is a feature that I never thought I'd like, but I love). Also went to the bookstore for summer reads, and Old Navy (to look for flip flops, but ended up with some new tank tops instead). A successful day, and now it's off to BJ's for Diet Coke.
Also picked up the movie of The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo. I'm almost done with the third book in the trilogy (the second was my favorite by far). So maybe I'll finish my day off by watching some Swedish drama.
Still too hot and humid for words. Oh, to back in AZ where there is zero percent humidity.
It is really, really humid out. And I hate the AC, I think it makes people (OK, me) sick. So I am sleeping downstairs with the fan on until the humidity goes away. Sticky. Bleh.
Happy actual holiday. Watched the first half of the Yankees game on TV, then drove down to Lawrenceville for dinner with Tesse and her folks and company (tho I will never understand people who would rather sit indoors in the AC than out on the porch in perfect summer weather). And since they're 10 minutes from Waterfront Park, I went down to the Thunder game (no bobblehead tonight) to watch them win. And there were fireworks! And to make my day complete, I watched 1776 when I got home.
4am now, time for sleep. Working four days in a row this week (my long week), and off on Friday.
What better way to celebrate the Fourth of July (er, Third) by seeing In the Heights? Tesse and I saw it two years ago on this weekend, and went back for the matinee today. Still holding up well, and we met up with her friend Tony after the show (he's in the ensemble) and walked on the stage. Props to the props department - those sets are fantastic. Followed up the show with the perfect summer food - sushi. And Tesse invited me down to her folk's place tomorrow for burgers and (bacon wrapped?) hot dogs on the grill, and actual fireworks somewhere. Still bummed that our town isn't having them this year.
They *are* doing fireworks down in Red Bank tonight - the train back from the city was packed, with more crowds trying to get on at Matawan. I didn't dare drive to the city today, I'm sure I would still be sitting on the Turnpike.
I capped off the night by going to see The A-Team. While it wasn't the greatest movie ever made, it sure was a lot of fun, with lots of blowing stuff up. Can helicopters really do a loop-de-loop?
later on 7/2/10
Wouldn't have mattered what time we left the Yankees game, because it was a 45 minute wait on the Deegan to inch towards the GWB. When the fire marshal's van and the ambulance cut ahead of everyone, I figured it wasn't going to be any quicker. Probably an accident caused by some ass cutting in front of everyone who'd been waiting to merge. Anyway, took the Deegan up one more exit and drove through Washington Heights to the Henry Hudson, took that south to the Lincoln Tunnel (where there was only a 30 minute wait) and FINALLY back to NJ. And then ZOOM down to Trenton, where we made it just before 6pm, and I am now in posession of the Cervelli bobblehead, which looks nothing like him.
Except for the traffic (and the Yankees losing), it was a great day, and it didn't rain.
And happy birthday, Missdona.
I have this gigantic bruise on my left leg from where one of my residents kicked me. It's honestly fist-sized. Tough, I am wearing shorts because today is a beautiful 80-degree (no rain in sight) day (which I think I just jinxed) and I have two games to go to! The Yankees game in the Bronx at 1pm, and the Thunder game at 7pm (because it is Francisco Cervelli bobblehead day, and I will be there early). I told my friend Alan, my baseball roadtrip partner in crime, that we are leaving the Bronx by 3.45pm, no matter the score. There is nothing I like more than driving south on a Friday afternoon of a holiday weekend, and I want to savor every minute of it.
Time, it is a-flyin'. Seems like just yesterday we were shoveling the cars out from two feet of snow in the driveway. I do not miss those times.
Just finished a book that completely reminded me of James Marino, and if we were still speaking (which we haven't done in years), I would send it to him.
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