So I worked a double shift on my birthday, but it could have been worse. It was 90 and humid all weekend, so it was nice to be inside in the AC. Plus, Mom brought a huge fruit basket that didn't last too long at work (delicious), and two of my coworkers brought in cakes (one lemon, one ice-cream), and we made short work of them, too.
The blisters from the new sandals are killing me. I bandaged my feet up pretty good at work yesterday, but after sixteen hours, I just wanted to plunge them into an ice bath or cut them off. Today's a little better, but I have about four layers of bandaids on them. I think with five layers, I could wear them again next week.
Happy birthday to me!
Spray-on sunscreen: the best invention ever. I adore it.
I have crazy blisters from wearing my new Dr. Scholl's sandals. Even with my feet bathed in band-aids, I am covered with blisters.
It's a good thing we whipped the Mets in the second game of the doubleheader, because we lost bigtime in the first game (the one I went to). It was 15-6 when the carnage was over, and by the end of the game it seemed more like Spring Training, what with the random players and pitchers coming in. I don't know how they managed to play two in this humidity.
Random notes: Sidney Ponson, in the second game - what a wonder! He was fantastic, which no one foresaw. And randomly, when I got to the stadium, their little old-fashioned calliope was playing, "Columbia, Gem of the Ocean," which I only recognized since it was in The Music Man. And I struck up a conversation with the only other person in section 15 to stay til the end of the game - Brian, a very cute teacher from the city. Very cute. When it rains, it pours.
Missy and I met up for dinner at Becco after the game to celebrate my birthday. We ordered the all-you-can-eat pasta, but didn't make much headway, thanks - I think - to the two bottles of wine we put away. It was fantastic to catch up and make plans for her birthday celebration in Vegas next March. That's a trip I'm really looking forward to.
I seriously need to get to the eye doctor and bring them my new glasses prescription. I'm getting headaches from not seeing straight.
So last week, I precepted/oriented a new nurse at the per diem job (what can I say, they like me). Tomorrow I'm precepting/orienting at the per diem job again - but for a nurse that's coming over from my fulltime job. She came up to me tonight and said, "hey, you're doing my orientation tomorrow." That'll be fun - and working with someone I know will make the time fly by.
George Carlin died! Since I've already posted the text of his fabulous "baseball vs. football" rant here (several years ago, but I remember doing it), I'll post a link to a video of the same rant. Really, one of the funniest bits ever.
Kyle Farnsworth gave up a home run, and then got injured? Praise be!
I really thought the Discovery Channel was showing the last part of When We Left Earth tonight at 1am, but it turned out to be a rerun of the second part, which I saw last week. My friend Patrick (space geek) said the third part was the weakest, so I guess I'm not missing much. The only other time they're airing it, according to the website, is next Sunday at 1am, when I'll be at work, and I don't think we get the Discovery Channel.
Happy Summer! Today was the longest day of the year, which means it's all downhill from here.
While Moose pitched a gem of a game, the Reds' pitcher was just that much better. And our seven game winning streak is over, with tonight's 4-2 loss. But I still cheered my lungs out for Moose and the team.
I'm really enjoying The Beekeeper's Apprentice, the first book in a series about Sherlock Holmes and a female apprentice. It was recommended to me, and I'm loving it so much that I picked up the rest of the series used on amazon.com. I never really read any of the Holmes stories, maybe a few back when I was in high school, but this book, based on Holmes, is a lot of fun to read.
Jay got me hooked on wherethehellismatt.com. It's the site (now corporately sponsored) of this guy named Matt, who quit his job and started to travel around the world. And then he started dancing. And got everyone else to dance with him. The first video is fun. The second one is hilarious. And the third one made me cry, what with all the kids all around the world dancing. Go. Watch. Dance. It shows just what a small world this really is.
Nathan Gunn still dreamy. The NY Times says so. I highly recommend drooling on YouTube, a website I thought I would never frequent. But man, the high-speed internet seriously rocks.
It was a completely outdoors day. First, we watched Joba and the Yankees win their 7th game in a row, sweeping the Padres. 70 degrees is the cutoff temperature for wearing shorts, I've realized. Especially if I'm sitting on the sunny side of the Stadium for a day game. We picked up some of the instant lottery scratch-offs from MLB, and won $112. Paid for the parking! I put my data entry skills to use and entered the serial numbers from the losing lotto tickets into their "second chance drawing" at nylottery.org - the grand prize drawing is your choice of tix (and airfare and hotel) to the All Star Game, a trip to Spring Training next year, or a roadtrip (airfare, hotel and tix) to any roadtrip series next season. Or $10,000 cash. I could go to Florida for less than $10K, and I have a ticket to the All Star Game. Bring on the cash. The 6000 second place prize packs look pretty sweet, too. Fingers crossed that I will be a winner, slim tho the chances may be. You can't live the dream if you don't play the game, as they say.
Then it was home to prune the dead crap out of our tree in the back (me? perched on a ladder leaning on a tree? accident waiting to happen), wash the cars and go food shopping. I managed to find a battery-operated handheld fan that can spritze water on oneself. Perfect for hot outdoor days (and possibly perfect for annoying people at work).
I saw the most disgusting food thing - frozen lobster (a whole one) in a box. A BOX. What would they say in Maine about that?
That's enough for my day off.
I'm halfway through John Adams and so far, so good. I spotted Neal Huff (not naked this time, but just as good) and Zeljko Ivanek (who was excellent here, as well as in The Caine Mutiny Court-Martial on Broadway last year). I'm not thrilled with the guy playing Jefferson. And I'm happy to see scenes in places that I've been to - Versailles, Hampton Court Palace, Philadelphia, Federal Hall in NYC (ha ha, since the location is there where he took the oath of office, but that building itself has been replaced). It's very well done, and I'm looking forward to watching the rest of it, maybe tonight after work or tomorrow after the game.
I guess a lot of people emailed the Yankees ticketing folk, because this form letter came in my email last night:
Dear Ticket Licensee:
The New York Yankees (the 'Yankees') would like to thank you for your participation in the 2008 All-Star Summer Ticket Licensee Pre-Onsale. We would like to take this opportunity to apologize for Ticketmaster's system-wide delay in accepting your Pre-Onsale password. Unfortunately, the Yankees were not aware of and had no control over Ticketmaster's system-wide delay. It would appear that as a result of this delay, all Ticket Licensees were locked out of the system until 10:15 AM on June 16, 2008, at which time the Ticketmaster System began accepting all Pre-Onsale passwords. Ticketmaster has assured us that at no time did any Ticket Licensee obtain access to the system prior to 10:15 AM on June 16, 2008.
Doesn't make things any less annoying.
Just when we were wondering how the Yankees would manage to get all seven potential starters into the rotation (with Joba, and Hughes and Kennedy due to come back), Chien Ming Wang goes and injures his foot while running the bases in an interleague game. Such is timing.
And I absolutely cannot believe that the Mets fired Willie Randolph and the bench coach and Rick Peterson. It's not like the manager is the one out there hitting the ball (or not hitting it, as the case may be). That was an incredibly stupid move. Willie, come back to the Yankees.
later on 6/16/08
Why am I so cranky? Of course I'm going to the All Star Game!
Happy birthday, Sheldon - and best wishes with the move to Paris. I will be visiting.
This is bull. I went to get All Star Game tickets, and entered my "pre-onsale password" from my yankees.com ticket account, and it's coming up as invalid. HELLO! I've only checked it about twenty times to make sure it's right. I'm trying to get back into my account to confirm the password for the 21st time, but of course the site is inundated with requests. This is ridiculous.
So I sent a nasty email to yankees.com.
And right after I hit 'send,' I tried to enter the exact same password again, and it took it. I could only get one ticket. What a pain in the ass. And I honestly wanted to get a pair (not that I'd mind going alone, but still), so now I'll have to weigh the moral decision of selling the ticket (and being able to buy gas for a year, I'm sure). But first I am just going back to bed.
Happy birthday, Duncan!
I was blessed to work with two aides tonight who also love theatre and musicals, so instead of watching some crappy reality show, we watched the Tony Awards. I was happy for South Pacific, which was such a well-done production. And now I'm really looking forward to seeing In the Heights with Tesse in July. We picked up tix for the Sunday matinee on Fourth of July weekend (since they finally announced that the Sunday night game is at 8pm).
Overall tho, the telecast of the Tony's was disappointing. They really can't find a good way to showcase straight plays, and most of the presenters (Gabriel Byrne? Mary Louise Parker?) looked like they'd just woken up. Kind of sad. Last year when I missed them completely, I wasn't upset at all. This year, it was just kind of a blah feeling.
It was a physically painful night at work. Last night around 2am, I managed to whack the inner malleolus (ankle bone) with an oxygen canister. I elevated it and iced it, but it's still bruised up and painful today. And then today - and this is more embarrassing than painful - I grabbed a carton of milk from the mini-fridge and didn't check the expiration date on it. I had a bitter, chunky reminder of why to look for the date. I have never spit and gargled so fast.
I signed up for the Public Theater's "virtual line" to try and get Hamlet tickets for tonight (perhaps the only night I could go), and didn't make it. Phooey.
So instead of Shakespeare in the Park, I went to see the SATC movie. Which - while it was great to see all of the characters again - was disappointing. Needed more Mr. Big (isn't that a rule of life?) and less contrived plots. However, playing "spot the broadway actor cameos" was a treat.
The best part of Show Boat - of course - was Nathan Gunn. Even from the top of the balcony, he sounded terrific. I forgot my binoculars, but that's OK, I was there to listen to him. I don't know the show well, but it seemed like they cut out a lot of the book. Still, it was great to hear the score with a full orchestra, and nice to get dressed up and go. I know there are a lot of people complaining about the production, and while it wasn't perfect, it was a nice night out.
The Yankee Stadium tour kicked serious ass. First of all, we got to park (for free!) in the player's lot. And since the team is on the road, you get to see the clubhouse, which you can't do when they're at home. The tour starts in the press box, and the view of the field is amazing from up behind home plate. Then you go down to Monument Park, which is a thrill when it isn't so crowded. And then - the best part - you walk through the gates where the relievers come through, walk on the warning track (keep off the grass) around to the dugout, and get to sit in the dugout - there's the Paul O'Neill Memorial Water Cooler, and the bullpen phone. And then you go up the ramp into the clubhouse, and they point out all of the lockers (what's Moose doing with bats in his?). Derek Jeter has a separate locker for all of his fan mail, that was funny. I asked where Carl Pavano's locker was - that got a big laugh.
Completely worth getting up at 6.30am for.
My camera battery died in the middle of the tour, so I'm glad Mom had her camera, too. We took a lot of pictures down on the field and in the dugout. You can't take pics in the clubhouse, but otherwise you have free reign.
Can't help lovin' that voice - tonight I'm off to see Nathan Gunn in the concert of Show Boat at Carnegie Hall. A show I know nothing about, so I brushed up on the plot, and can't wait.
And then tomorrow, in a quick, sure-to-be-filled-with-traffic turnaround, we're headed back to the city. I managed to get tickets to the Yankee Stadium tour. At 9am. The tours were all sold out for the season, so they've been adding additional times, and this was the only relatively convenient one I could find.
It's supposed to thunderstorm later today, which might cool things off (it's a balmy 98). I don't know about that - it poured Sunday night and didn't get one degree cooler.
The John Adams miniseries came out on DVD today. I picked it up when I was at BJ's (stocking up on bottled water, undoubtedly bad for the environment, but good for me). Now I just have to find time to watch it. I still have to go see Sex and the City - maybe tomorrow after the tour, since I'm just working 11-7 tomorrow night.
Heat wave! I had the AC on full-blast all night.
Well, most of all night, since I was up til 3am. They're showing this program on the Discovery Channel called When We Left Earth, about the NASA program, so of course I stayed up to watch the rerun of the first two hours. All about the Mercury and Gemini programs (and narrated by Gary Sinise to boot!). I'm certainly looking forward to the next bits on the next two Sundays.
Even tho we lost last night's game, Rosa and I had a great time. We left early enough to beat the traffic, and made it to the Stadium in plenty of time to score good parking (that is, not on the roof of the parking deck) and catch BP. We opted not to go into Monument Park, but to hang out near the left field stands, right in the first row by the field. And lucky thing, too, because Johnny Damon came over to sign some autographs, and we were the first two people he signed for! We had him sign our ticket stubs, and also the box that the promotion item (mini Stadium replica) came in. I'm going to frame the stub and also two of the pics I took that came out great for one of my residents, who just loves Damon. He was incredibly polite, said to the group that they needed to get on a winning streak (no kidding), and borrowed my pen to sign for some other people.
So, it was an exciting night even before the game started.
And the Devil Rays are on an aggressive streak. Eight players were suspended for the brawl that happened between them and the Red Sox.
Since it's supposed to be 95 (!) degrees tomorrow, the AC is firmly installed in my bedroom window now. Luckily, I will be working through the worst of the heat wave.
Clinton out, Obama in. That's what I've been hoping for. Just please don't let them run together.
I'm getting more and more annoyed with Time Out NY. I've been a subscriber for over ten years now (jeez), and it's just going downhill. I don't like the new design or many of the new writers. So I cancelled my subscription. I can find better things to do with the money.
I do not like egregious editing mishaps! 3/4 of the way through the Clive Cussler book, they start referring to the wife of a character as Susan. That would be OK, except that she was a "Heidi" all the way through.
Hooray for Jason Giambi! His pinch-hit, bottom of the ninth, two-out, two-strike home run won the game today! It started out as a good game, since we were winning, and then the middle just plodded on and on. So glad we won tho, now we're back at .500, and perhaps won't be in last place forever. I'm going to tomorrow's game, too, with a coworker.
Bounce is coming to NYC, finally!
The cardiologist's office is literally around the corner from the house, so I went over there this afternoon. And true to his word, I didn't have to fill out any paperwork, just had to wait until the people who were there before me were seen. He took a listen and did a mini-echocardiogram (with the funky small ultrasound thing), and declared that there was not a murmur at all.
After that, I managed to get in a handful of errands - picked up some fake tall grass for this old, red milk jug that I have always wanted to display; went to the crafts store to find frames and matting; stopped at the bookstore for cards and discovered a new Clive Cussler book. So it was a productive day.
The plot of the book, Plague Ship, sounds like the plot of every other Clive Cussler book: our hero, while tending to some other matter, happens upon a deadly event (in this case, a ship full of dead bodies, explosions start to go off when he is on the ship). The villain - usually a nefarious foreigner - tries to destroy the environment. And our hero ends up saving the world from disaster. The plot is remarkably similar to every other one of his books, but you know what? I don't care. I devour them. I do, however, wonder why this one, in his Oregon Files series, was published in hardcover - all of the other Oregon Files books are in large-format paperbook. Eh, I still bought it.
And ooh - the next Dirk Pitt novel by Cussler is coming out in November. I am pre-ordering it now. With my luck, I will forget that I have pre-ordered it from amazon.com, and I'll end up at the bookstore to buy it. I've done that before.
Google Maps scares me sometimes. I love the techology, and believe me, I love zooming all over the world, looking at places I've only dreamed of going to. But now they've added a "street view" level of detail, so you can zoom in not only from above, but put yourself at street level in various cities around the world. I will spend hours on this site and get nothing worthwhile accomplished.
Imagine where all of this is going... right now, I could look in at my brother's house in Sea-Tac, find any of my friends in the city, etc. If they had the technology to make it live, we'd be living all of a sudden in that futuristic world that we keep getting glimpses of in the movies. So watch out, pretty soon we'll be stalking each other through our wrist-phones, and Jason Bourne will be leaping out of a window near you.
Just remember - less Joba in the bullpen means more Kyle Farnsworth.
And tonight was not Joba's night - but it was exciting to see him start a game, and the crowd was really into it. I taped the entire thing so I could watch it after work, including the pre-game. And after the first three innings, I kind of watched it on double-speed fast-forward, just because it got so depressing, so quickly. We're back in sole posession of last place.
My night at work started with my slamming my finger in between two doors, and ended with one of my ladies swearing that bugs were climbing out of the sprinkler in her room. It was that thrilling of a night. But I did run into the cardiologist who I had asked about double checking the "murmur," and he said to stop by his office tomorrow before work.
And here - the recipe for Dark Chocolate and Bacon Cupcakes. I HAVE to try these.
Bacon and chocolate, that sounds like a combination I'd love. My friend Lee pointed out that there has been a huge upswing in "bacon fandom" lately, with books and blogs and such. I concur.
And as for the taste - well, what do you think people thought back when we had "You put your chocolate in my peanut butter!" etc.
And just as I'm thinking about Paris, I remembered that my friend Sheldon is moving there, And maybe I will have a place to stay.
I think I will be wise and not spend the money to go to the game on Tuesday. I'll tape it, tho.
There was a massive skunk scent out in the parking lot at work tonight. My two coworkers and I were in the office, and all of a sudden did that nose-wrinking thing, trying not to ask the others if someone had, well, created a foul smell, and when we walked down the hallway towards the door, the skunk smell just overpowered the area. I tried to hold my breath when I was walking to the car, but man - iew.
I'm reading James Michener's auto-biography (after seeing South Pacific), and now I want to go to Bora Bora and sit on the beach. I can't think of a place further from home. Except, of course, for seeing the polar bears. For which I am saving my money. After the car, polar bears.
Or Paris. I would love to go back to Paris. I looked at the website for the Ritz - can you believe it's something like 700 Euros a night? I can. It's swanky. I don't think it's for me.
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