Filled out the police report. I have to stop in on Thursday to see if it was signed off on and get a copy. The cop said I'll most likely have to send a copy to the credit card company, so I'll call them again once I have the copy in hand.
Then I went and renewed my library card (I don't think I've been inside the library since I moved home, my card expired in 2005), and went to get my labs drawn.
I am sick and tired of this rain (altho I will admit it was a nice day out until the skies opened around 5.30pm) - I hope July is a lot drier!
Oh I'm annoyed. I looked up my Visa balance, and there are $1000 in "pending" charges that I didn't make. I called Visa and they can't do anything about it until they actually post to my account. So I cancelled my card, and am watching the page to see when they post, so I can call back to try and get more information.
I called RadioShack.com, where apparently I charged $700 while I slept, and the guy told me that yes an attempt was made, but was already declined. They wouldn't give me any information about who it was, tho (tho they told me they had that information), that I would have to call the police to get the info released.
Just as I was getting the new Visa card number memorized.
Went to the police station, but the officers were all out on a call, so I left my number so someone can call me back and I can file the report.
When I went back to the Visa website, my acct is "on hold" - probably because I cancelled the card - so I can't log in anymore to see the charges. I'm glad I printed out the page with the erroneous charges on it. But now I have to wait for the paper bill to come in the mail I guess, or call the 800 number, to see what my actual balance is, and see if the erroneous charges went through or what.
I called my primary MD, and said I needed to followup for the ER visit. They said, "can you come in now?" so I drove over, and saw the doctor. He agreed with the ER doc's diagnosis, and said sure, go back to work on Wednesday, just no lifting over 20 pounds. While I was there I got prescriptions for my usual labwork, so I'll get that done this week, too.
And then to top it off, I had to get the oil pan and the starter replaced on my car. I'm thinking a couple hundred bucks - but no, it was $1100. I picked it up today and nearly passed out. I had to borrow the money from Mom until payday and explain to the guy that no, I don't have a credit card as of today. Ugh ugh ugh.
later on 6/28/09
Wow, Mariano's 500th career save - and first career RBI - in the same night. Not only is he the best closer in the history of baseball, he's a machine on the basepaths, with an OBP of .333 for his career. How blessed the Yankees are.
Dropped the car off at the car place - it needs a new oil pan and a new starter. Hopefully they won't keep it more than a day, not like I'm going anywhere tho.
Fun ways to start your birthday? In the ER.
I was helping my aide at work pick up a patient from the floor (stupid move, I know), and my back froze up. It was feeling OK for a few hours afterwards, but then it got stiffer and stiffer and kept hurting. So I did an incident report and called the HR woman. Told her I was going to not-work the overnight and go to the ER instead. So I went to the ER, sat around for three hours, saw the MD, and he diagnoses back spasms. No fooling. He gave me a tab of Flexeril (I said, "is it OK if I take this when I get home?" because the last time I took it, I nearly fell off the stretcher) and a "stay home for three days and see your primary MD" note, along with prescriptions for Flexeril and Naprosyn.
Even more fun? I drove home at 3am, and Mom had inadvertantly locked the screen door on the front door - the one to which we don't have a key. So I was locked out. I called my supervisor and said I was going to come back to work and just sit down somewhere until I could get Mom on the phone. So I went back, took some Tylenol and the Flexeril, and napped in an empty room. Got Mom at quarter to 7, and she came to pick me up. We'll get the car later on.
So, happy birthday to me. My back aches.
This must be my "welcome to 35" present!
(to my musical theatre friends, I am entering my "Bobby from Company" year.)
I had a dream that I met Hal Steinbrenner (the better looking of the two sons). It seemed like it was for some kind of interview, because I had to talk about my employment history. I kept getting flustered because, well, he's very good looking. And then I asked if I could use the shower (we were in his apartment, which was kind of dumpy). And I got in the shower, but I forgot to take my clothes off, so there I am in this dumpy shower in wet clothes, which I took off and threw on the floor. Wondering how I was going to explain this. And then I heard the voices of some of my current coworkers out there talking to Hal, and I was thinking maybe I can get their attention and borrow some dry clothes.
Today is warm and sunny. Figures.
Can't get over the death of Michael Jackson yesterday. Farrah Fawcett was at least sort of expected. And I feel badly too that Farrah was so beloved, and now her death is "trumped" by MJ's, in a very Mother Theresa kind of way.
So I tried to go see the Trenton Thunder play tonight. I drove down (with the top down, it was beautiful and sunny). Got a ticket, had a hot dog and a funnel cake, watched the players warm up, and waited for the game to start. As soon as they announced the lineups, the sky turned black and the rain clouds rolled in. They pulled the tarp out on the field, and the rain started to fall. And the lightning. And the thunder (the team is so aptly named). Everyone went up to stand under the covered area, and then the power blinked out. I gave it 45 minutes, and then said screw it.
(update: they started the game two hours late, and then suspended it - I can exchange my ticket for another game.)
The sky is this orange color - it looks like I'm looking at it through my sunglasses. So weird.
No rain! Well, mostly no rain. It was raining on the entire train ride to the city. And the entire train ride from Penn out to CitiField (a quick 20 min LIRR ride). And then it stopped for a bit. I got to admire the tarp on the field (lovely) while I was waiting for Brian to meet me there. It's a really lovely ballpark, with no sign whatsoever that the Mets play there. Lots of Jackie Robinson stuff in the rotunda, which is nice, but nothing about the Mets! The park felt a little more cramped than Yankee Stadium, but it also reminded me of Camden Yards, with the steel and the brick and the green seats. And the seating bowl is much cozier than Shea Stadium was. We were in the last row of the top section, and felt right on top of the action.
So I had time to walk all the way around the ballpark - they didn't have BP because of the rain, but there were some players down playing catch. I went down to the field level to watch for a bit, then found the old home run apple, and had a burger at the Shake Shack in center field (delicious!). The food choices are definitely more upscale (and yet, still more affordable) than Yankee Stadium - big thumbs up.
While it was misting and they were taking the tarp off, there was an announcement overhead - don't forget that Rusty Staub is signing copies of his new book down in the gift shop! So I went downstairs (no line, because everyone was staying home because of the rain) and bought the book and had him sign it for Uncle Joe.
The game was terrific, despite being played by a bunch of AAA players. David Wright went 4 for 4, and the Mets won 11-0. Can't beat that.
Caught the train home, and came home to discover that Cervelli hit his first major league home run in the Yankees' win over the Braves. A good night all around!
The house is starting to work again. Cousin-by-marriage Dennis does repair work, so he's fixing the faucets, the sinks, the bathtub, and will be able to do the floors when we decide to rip up the tiles and re-do them.
I'm playing with my new external 500GB hard drive. Backing up all of my files, so that the next time my computer explodes, I won't have to stress about moving all my photos and email etc. to a new machine. Very cool.
Off to CitiField (take two) for Mets/Cardinals. Only a 30% chance of rain (which it's doing now). I'm taking the train (NJT to Penn, LIRR to the park) so I don't have to deal with the traffic, and so Brian and I can have a few start-of-summer celebratory beers. I guess we'll be cheering for David Wright - the only major leaguer on the Mets, what with all the injuries.
Aw, a birthday card from my boss came in the mail. He probably sent it before I emailed him about the carpet cleaning that leaves the floors soaking wet so everyone can slip on them.
I usually don't drink at home, but it was so hectic and busy at work today (air mattress sprung a leak, new admission with lots of paperwork, stinky carpets, patient fell etc.) and my back is killing me, so I am enjoying a frosty cold Bud Light, and am going to lounge on the couch and do nothing. Actually I'll be doing my "Don't Rain Dance" - have tix to the Mets game tomorrow night, and it had better be dry.
I have the laziest cats in the world. There was a fly buzzing around inside, and not one of them got up to even look. Glad we don't have mice.
I'm off on Friday with no plans whatsoever. I might go down and catch the Trenton Thunder. If it doesn't RAIN. Tho if it rains, there wouldn't be much traffic going down the shore, right? Technically?
It's the first day of Summer. I can tell by the blue, sunny skies, and warm, refreshing breezes.
Which must be somewhere else, because it's rainy and gray - again - here.
I asked Michael if he'd mind finding someone else to go to Twelfth Night with, because I just don't feel like driving an hour, sitting on the subway, and then sitting outside for three hours in the cold and possibly rain. All I want to do is curl up on the couch with hot chocolate and the cats and some movies. Well, what I really want to do is lounge on a beach in Hawaii or the Caribbean, but we have to adapt.
later on 6/20/09
I needed some good, old-fashioned entertainment to take my mind off the rain (and the Yankees losing to the MARLINS of all teams), so I popped in the DVD of The Sting, a movie a year older than I am. Damn, Robert Redford looks good. Something about the three-piece suit and the hat. And Paul Newman. And James Earl Jones's father! I know I'd seen the movie before, but all I could remember of it was the ragtime score. So I'm glad I had a rainy day to re-discover it. I think tomorrow I'll watch Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid and drool some more.
Since I don't have nearly enough piled up on my to-read pile, I picked up the book that The Sting was based on.
Ah, screw this rain. There's actually a flood watch. I made it to Staten Island - almost to the Verrazano Bridge. There was so much rain and so much traffic, so I called Michael and whined that I really didn't think they were going to play the game, and even if they did, I didn't want to sit out in the rain for hours. He agreed, and we decided to cancel our plans. Then I wandered around Staten Island for a bit (OK, I was lost looking for the entrance to 440 Southbound), finally saw signs for the Goethals Bridge, and came back home.
I think I'll spend the rest of the day drafting plans for my ark.
Oh, I am happy. I found the cheap Korean nail place right here in Matawan. Now I don't have to trek into the city to get my nails and brows done. I went and got a manicure/pedicure/brows, didn't break the bank, and I am much much happier today. Yay!
Pelham 123 was awesome - great summer movie. I don't usually care for Travolta, but he did a good job as the psychopathic bad guy. And Denzel can do no wrong. It was fun to see the mocked up subway control center, I wonder if the real one looks like that. Very, very cool.
New Mets stadium tomorrow. 60% chance of rain. Please, someone take this black cloud that follows me, and mail it to Seattle, where it belongs.
Three days off in a row - I love my weekends. Tomorrow is movies, Saturday (pending sunny skies, or at least not-rainy ones) is Mets vs. Rays with Michael and his brother at the new CitiField, and Sunday is Shakespeare in the Park (Twelfth Night) in Central Park. Also pending not-rainy skies. Please, weather gods, let me have a nice weekend off.
Oh and you know what I just remembered? I think I mentioned that at the new Stadium, the concrete stair next to our row of seats was badly chipped on the end. This, in a new Stadium! Cracked concrete! Anyway, it's been patched. Now on to the question of why short center in the outfield was all scuffed up at the first exhibition game. New sod! How did that happen!?
I had the strangest dream (well, maybe it wasn't strange) that I met Mr. Right. I dreamed that it was a beautiful Spring day (that's how I know it was a dream, we haven't had many of those with all this rain), and I was out riding my bike. I was riding behind these two Chinese women, and they kept laughing and having problems with the bike chains, so it was slow going. And then I said to them that I had to leave because I was home. And I went behind this tall pine fence into the backyard of a house that looked like the one across the street from us, and there was Mr. Right. He was tall, and blonde, liked opera and his mother was a chef.
So now I guess I should start riding my bike more. Or hanging out at the opera. Or restaurants.
Mazda seems to no longer offer their Miatas in Highland Green. This is very distressing to me. I may have to write them an inquisitive letter.
Happy birthday, Duncan! I'm sorry I can't make it to Marie's to celebrate, but that thing called work is getting in the way.
Highlight of the evening? Discovering that my coworker - who I do the weekends with - is also a huge Clive Cussler fan. We spent part of the shift comparing favorite books, outlandish plots, and who should play Dirk Pitt if they ever made movies (Raise the Titanic stunk, and Sahara was abominable - Cussler won't let Hollywood touch his books). I vote Hugh Jackman.
Yankees beat the Mets 15-0. Cervelli was 3-5. I love a blowout. I didn't get to see much of it because I was at work (and I missed the beginning completely because I was asleep), so I set the VCR to tape the encore tomorrow.
later on 6/12/09
What an endless game - back and forth and back and forth. Mariano blew the game (it was tied when he came in in the eighth inning). And then - miracle of miracles - A-Rod popped up with two outs, and the Mets DROPPED THE BALL and we won. Amazing. And there wasn't any rain - it actually turned out to be a beautiful night. I drove there and back with the top down on the car.
There was an obnoxious fan in our section who kept arguing and cursing and fighting with the people around her. I think everyone in our section went to tell security, and she ended up being escorted out. There was also an annoying drunk guy in the section next to ours, and he learned the hard way that you do not argue with the NYPD when they come to ask you to leave.
And Michael surprised me with two bacon-flavored lollipops, which I am saving for a special day. Probably tomorrow.
Facebook lets you set your own personal username now. You can find me at www.facebook.com/catseurat.
Hate it when I wake up at 6am and can't fall back asleep.
Oh look, Friday, have Yankees tickets, and it's RAINING. It's supposed to let up by game time. Right.
The only good thing about last night's game (0 and 8, honestly?) was the YES announcers raving about Cervelli.
DJ, my boss from the Associated Press, wrote a book. Go buy it, and support people I know.
I completely understand why Guys and Dolls is closing this weekend. It was embarrassingly bad - 3/4 of the leads can't sing, it was badly directed, and the projections in the scenery were just distracting. We did not need another revival of this show.
There wasn't much traffic driving into the city, but I had the minor annoyance of my usual parking garage being full. And of course they didn't post that outside, so I had to get a ticket, go inside, drive around the entire thing twice, and then come back and tell the guy they had no spots and I wasn't paying the $8 for the nine minutes I was inside. Then I hit the traffic, trying to go the three blocks to the other garage.
We will not speak of the stellar record the Yankees have against the Sox so far this year.
My Cervelli t-shirt came in the mail today - yay! I know what I'm wearing to the game on Friday. The Yankees are headed up to Fenway first this week, and we had better finally win a game against the Sox. We are so much better than 0 and 5 against them (except, of course, that we are 0 and 5 against them).
Picked up tix for the revival of Guys and Dolls on TDF for Wednesday afternoon - that and Hair are the only shows I have any interest in seeing, and there's no discounts for Hair. Yet.
later on 6/7/09
I have to admit, I thought the Tony's broadcast (except for the sound, which was atrocious) was well-produced. But I was disappointed with most of the shows. Nothing (except Hair) jumped out at me and yelled, "come see me!" and that's kind of sad.
The night shift was peaceful until about 5am, when it just got too busy for words. At least it made the rest of the shift fly by.
Today is beautiful - good thing, too, since it's supposed to (guess what) rain all week. So I was able to get that big branch in the yard cut up into chunks, the one that fell down during the last big storm, and now I plan to do nothing at all until 8pm, when I will fall asleep during the Tony Awards. Not that I have no interest, but I haven't seen much this year, and I will be dead tired by then.
I forgot that it was a Friday yesterday - even with the crappy rainy weather, there was so much traffic on the Parkway as we headed to AC. But still, we made it. Didn't win anything this time, but that's OK - I won the last time I went. We had a lot of fun, stayed for free at Showboat, ate at the buffet for dinner and breakfast, did some shopping at the outlets (I found a new black leather jacket, to replace my 15-year old one with the ripped up lining), and picked up the free pearl earrings at Caesar's. Came home to a devastating Yankees loss.
Gotta go nap now - I picked up a few overtime shifts, starting with 11-7 tonight.
Well, we had the one nice day this week, and it's been gray and rainy every since. Today is Friday - and I have Yankees tickets - so of course it's raining today. At least I don't have to hook up the hose and water all the plants.
The game was - of course - rained out. My friend Alan and I have no luck with the Rays. We were supposed to go to the game together last September that got rained out, too. Luckily, they canceled it early - I was on my way, but only about 10 minutes from home. So I called him and said I was turning around. They haven't announced a makeup date yet.
Going to Atlantic City instead - I have a thing from Caesar's for a free pair of pearl earrings (to pick up tomorrow), and since I have a pearl necklace but no earrings to match, I'm all over it. Booked a free room for tonight, and we're headed there now.
Oh, this is the kind of weather where I want to be outside all day and not at work. I love the early Summer.
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