Tuesday, May 26, 2009

This is How it's Supposed to Be

I've come to the point in life where I'm thinking success monetarily is not in my future. With few exceptions, being a travel agent doesn't exactly pay well. If we are ever going to be well off finance wise, it will be a ways down the road.

But on Friday night I got to pretend for a few hours. My mom got some Dodger tickets from a friend, and the seats were unbelievable.

We sat in the first 2 rows of what used to be the front section before the remodel a few years back.



Most of the Dodger games I've been to we sat in the bleachers or way way up, so this was a whole new experience. The bathrooms in this section were amazing! The doors closed properly, and they were even air conditioned. There was all sorts of gourmet food, and the seats were padded!

The best part was, I had leg room! Like a good 6 inches of it! Since I'm 5'8" ish, that never ever happens. Last time I went to a Dodger game I couldn't even cross my legs!



Ahh this is they way you are supposed to be able to enjoy a game.

Doesn't look like we will be sitting in seats like this again though ( ie the Red Sox game we are barely even in the park). So I guess for now there's nothing like the view from the cheap seats!

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Blog 101



Ok so maybe these things have instructions. If they do I just breezed by them. But I think they should have blog instructions somewhere. I'm sure many of you thought that I never posted any pictures because I didn't have them. Well thats not true! I got a new camera a little while ago and have been taking a few pictures, but didn't take the time to figure out how to post pictures on here until now. I’ll admit that I tried once, and it did not go so well. I tried everything except the little icon that says “add image”. Amazing!

I'm the same way with Facebook. I have no idea what I'm doing with that thing! I basically sign on, see what other people are doing and then sign off. I don't really know how to do anything else on there.

Anyhow here are some pictures! These are of flowers around my complex. I know, I know, it looks like a professional took them! Nope, just me clicking away!

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Phone People

I think there are 2 kinds of people in this world.

THE PHONE PEOPLE: These are those whose cell phones act as a part of their body. They have their phone with them at all times. Next to them while they sleep, next to them while the shower...I'm sure next to them while they do other things. If they leave their phone in one room and travel to another without it they feel naked. Lost, confused, prone to start rocking back and forth muttering none sense until they and their prized possession are reunited.

THE NON PHONE PEOPLE: These are those who never have their phone on them. You can call them and tell them the world is ending, and it wouldn't matter because they wouldn't get the message. They have an average call back time of 4 days if not more. They are hard to reach, and if you do reach them you feel like you won the lotto.

I am part of the latter. I have my phone on me for certain hours during the day, but most of the time I don't even know where my phone is. I've missed thousands of phone calls and text messages. If I leave my phone somewhere, I think “eh, it will turn up eventually".

After yet another important missed text message the other night (oops!), I started to wonder which one is worse. Someone who is naked without their phone or someone who never has it. Both are annoying in their own right. I remember the time before cell phones. It was the best of times; it was the worst of times.

Best: You were not constantly interrupted by other people on their phone or receiving calls yourself. If you were driving somewhere, that's what you did. You didn't try to multi task by chatting on the phone will driving. I hate it when I'm involved with someone (be it chatting, playing a game, whatever) and they take a phone call. We all have to wait politely while the finish up their “urgent business". While in jury duty the other day, a man’s cell phone rang and he took the call right there. In a dead silent room with 300 already annoyed people. He continued to yap on his phone about who knows what until a government worker asked him hang up.

Worst: Pay phones! Awful! Having to find one, find money for one and then use one. If someone needs to reach you in case of an emergency, they can. In theory. Unless you are like me and your phone is never on you, then it doesn't do much good. If you need to reach someone in case of an emergency you can because you have your handy phone on you.

I guess in the end you can't live with them, and now we as a society have grown to where we can't live without them. I am going to try to keep my phone on me more often though. Now if I can just remember where it is...

Monday, May 18, 2009

Movie Interrupted

I've discovered a recent trend that is driving my crazy. It seems to be occurring more and more often, and it leaves me to wonder "What are they thinking?!"

Some things just go together, like peanut butter and jelly, or peanut butter and chocolate ( ok like peanut butter and anything in my opinion!).

Other things do not go so well together. IE my hair and humidity. Or, babies and movies.

I've gone to a couple of movies recently, and can't help but notice parents bringing in babies or young children. And no, I’m not seeing children's movies. I went to see Angels and Demons on Saturday. During several key suspenseful parts, we were interrupted by loud wails and cries of un happy babies.

I went to another movie a couple of weeks ago at like 10:30pm and there was a bunch of babies in there too! Okay so they start off sleeping, but eventually they wake up in the middle of the movie and are not happy!

I've been to a movie where a very un restrained toddler ran up and down the aisles the whole time. What the heck?

Last time I checked, the movie theater is not a babysitter.

There are 100 commercials advising you to turn down your cell phones because when they ring in the middle of the movie it ruins it for everyone. Well a crying baby has the same affect!

Granted, I do not have children. So I don't know the feeling of not being able to find a babysitter. And if you bring your babies/young children to the movies and they sit there quietly, then by all means continue to do so! But I'm thinking them sitting quietly through a loud action packed movie does not happen too much.

I can't help but feel bad for the Mom who has to truck her baby in and out of the movie every time it cries. That mom had to pay $10+ to see that movie! And, well she is not really seeing it. She has to get up and down and leave the theater constantly.

Not really a well spent $10 if you ask me!

Friday, May 8, 2009

What is Your Husband Doing Right Now?

I'm not a big bragger, but I'm going to take a minute to brag about my husband.

Right now, he is volunteering at the Special Olympics. Yes that is how he is spending his Friday. He could be relaxing by the pool, hanging out with some friends or playing video games.

But instead he is outside in the blazing heat helping people who are less fortunate than he is. And no one had to guilt or convince him to help. He saw that they needed help and immediately volunteered.

And I can honestly say this is not a rare occasion for him.

He does stuff like this all the time. If someone needs help, he does not hesitate. I remember one time he went and helped this elderly lady clean her house for a whole Saturday.

Believe me I'd been to her house before, and it was not pretty. But she was old and disabled and needed help. And there he was, ready and willing to go.

When I was younger I was always attracted to losers. I liked guys with bad attitudes, and bad grades. Basically just bad boys. The funny thing is bad boys are just that. Bad. They are bad for themselves and everyone around them.

I'm so glad I ended up with someone who volunteers at the Special Olympic and helps me clean up piles of steaming pineapple upside down cake when I've had a melt down. Someone who doesn't look at helping others in need as a waste of time, but time well spent.

Days like this make me remember what a catch I scored!

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

Good Game?

So I caught the tail end of Jimmy's softball game last night. It was not the best game. I've seen them perform better. Much better... Needles to say they did not win.

But when the game is done, and my husband shuffles over looking like a kid whose dog got killed or something I tell him "good game". His response was to tell me no it wasn't.

Robbie comes over and I hesitate before I tell him "good game" too. He had the same response Jimmy did.

Jimmy later explained to me that he does not like it when people say good game when it wasn’t really a good game.

Ok, so what am I supposed to say exactly then? "Bad Game"? Or "Man you guys really sucked out there!". Never having seriously competed in a sport, I guess I don't understand the whole don't tell me good game thing.

Imagine if you gave a terrible talk in church and everyone came up to you afterwards and told you how bad it was.

Or if someone sings a solo and it's awful. You don't tell them that your ears were bleeding most of the time. You tell them they did a good job.

Or do you? I mean they went out there, they tried their best. Maybe they didn't perform well, but they tried and that counts in my mind.

I think this is part of my problem.

With my attempted inner make over I'm having trouble with that gray area. I don't want to be a peopl pleaser anymore, but I don't want to be downright mean either.

I'm not sure how to differentiate between the two because I've never really tried to before.

Where do you draw the line between being honest, and just being rude?

Tuesday, May 5, 2009

Tough Love

I've started taking advantage of the fact that I live with someone who is in school learning how to help people exercise. I mean what a resource to have!

I've had Jimmy show me a few exercises to target certain areas. I look back and its funny how I go through fazes of things that bother me on my body. Sometimes I'm ok with one part, and then the next month I hate it.

Anyway Jimmy had me doing some things the other night. After a few minutes I thought I was done, but he had other plans. He wanted to me keep going. My legs wanted otherwise.

I mean when you think about it exercise seems to go against what we are taught from day one. If something hurts, don't do it. Simple right? Don't touch the stove, it will burn you. Don't jump of your roof; you'll end up in a body cast. Don't jump from moving vehicles; don't stick a fork in an electrical socket, etc.

But when it comes to exercising, we do these things, and when it hurts so bad you are longing for the comfort of the grave you are supposed to push past the pain and keep going? Huh?

Ok I know "Pain is weakness leaving the body" blah blah blah. I don't think pain is weakness leaving the body, I think it sucks and I hate it.

Unfortunately that is exactly why I need someone like Jimmy to give me tough love. While he is doing it it feels like a slave driver cracking a whip on my back. But afterwards I appreciate his faith in me. He thinks that I completely sell myself short on things, and I agree. I'm too quick to say I can't do something when it gets too hard.

On another note I baked for the first time since the pineapple upside down cake debacle. I made banana bread on Sunday. There were no fits, or screaming or crying. Then again my banana bread came out just fine. In fact it was pretty tasty if I do say so myself. The true test will be to see how I react when a disaster in the kitchen strikes again...

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