I was driving down the road & was instantly overcome with the desire to STOP THE CAR!

Quick as a jackrabbitonspeed I hopped out & took some photos of the colors.

Ah, the colors of fall. Gotta love it. I'm trying my dandiest not to think about the impeding cold winter months.



No, I can't, I won't, I can't.

Can't what? You ask?

Can't...for the life of me...

Come up with a good post.

Really, if my life depended on it...

They'd be lowering me down into the ground right now.

I'd be six feet under & still my blog wouldn't stuffer one stinking bit.

How do you like them apples?

Happy Halloween...btw.

Labels: Photos

Speechless!

Labels: Sox

While waiting for a moron to get her ass off a treadmill so I could get on it at the gym today (she was just STANDING THERE talking...get off already!)...

This is the conversation I heard:

Trainer: "You look good in blue."

Making Me Wait Girl: "It brings out the blue in my eyes." (did she just say that? Compliment yourself much? To other people? Huh?).

Trainer: Smiles & just stands there as she brattles on & on something about sailing the Galapagos Islands. As she chatters on...he starts interrupting her story by saying, "Row, row" (making fun of her boat story? I'm starting to like him).

She's now going on by telling him about the fact that she saw sharks on her incredible sailing adventure...& he's doing the landshark bit from Saturday Night Live (maybe he watched the Best of SNL on Comedy Central a few days ago too). Every few minutes in her story...he interrupts her with a...landshark...out of nowhere & she isn't getting it...I love it.

This cracks me up every damn time:

LAND SHARK VIDEO

OK, I stole that line from another site...so what, I liked it.

His bio lists him at 5'9" & 180 lbs.

That is being extremely generous with the numbers if you ask me...but...whatever.

He still reminds me of the movie Rudy & here's a quote to tell you why:

"You're 5 foot nothin', 100 & nothin'...

...In this life, you don't have to prove nothin' to nobody but yourself. Am I making myself clear?"

(Yep, I always notice when the little guy does something special).

My Sox are going all the way!

Even if you have no use for baseball in your life...

(Do you even know what kind of passion you're missing?!)

...you have to be impressed by a guy like Dustin Pedroia (or Little P)

Finally, a player who plays scrappy baseball & has funny doing it.

Go Sox, GO!

Labels: Baseball, Sox

I had a class in the old New Yorker hotel this weekend. The hotel was built in 1929 & they are trying to bring it back to it's former glory. The lobby is lovely.



The view of the Empire State building looking East is sweet.



Nothing but style.



Gotta love the Art Deco diner on the ground floor of the hotel.



I love the look of this billboard, the whole scene seemed to inspire me.



OK, I HAD to do some shopping to round out the day.

Labels: NYC, Photos

Maybe I'm just highly suggestible...but...when he made that ick sound when I told him I ate too much humus at lunch...I felt an instant glut in my gut.



Drinking this stuff won't help any. It sort of has a light white tea taste with a strangely cocunutty aftertaste to it. Can't figure out where that's coming from...but whatever...it's making my humus gut worse.

I need to buy some shoes this weekend. I've been over-wearing my black ballet flats & I'm sick of it.

Getting up at 6am for any reason (any reason at all) is just plain stupid.

I function at less than half speed at 6am.

Finally, I learned that I love Fridays in October when the Sox are playing & I'll be able to get home in time for the first pitch.

Labels: Friday

"Love is what makes you smile when you're tired."

She wrote that in an e-mail to me.

OK, it was a mass e-mail to lots of people.

So what?! It still made me smile.

& it's true.

I was given a book by a sweetie. All of it made me laugh & I do most of these things already anyway. Here are a list of little things to do to maintain your sanity : )

"Enough already. The prescriptions & advice on these pages are meant as an antidote to niceness run rampant."

If you can do the time, do the crime.
Signal left; turn right.
Shake hands with your left hand.
Read other people's mail.
Talk with your hand over your mouth.
Give little kids clothes for their birthdays.
Sniffle a lot.
Cut people off in the middle of their sentences.
Slouch.
Add insult to injury.
Borrow a book & dog-ear the pages.
Mumble.
Leave a wet lollipop on the new sofa.
Don't dot your i's or cross your t's.
Develop a truly tasteless foul mouth..
Blow out other people's birthday candles.
Get hysterical.
If there is going to be a fight, make sure you start it.
Repeat yourself.
Repeat yourself.
Touch strangers.
Alternately raise and lower your voice to make people question their hearing.
Dream up special requests for waiters & waitresses.
Wear taps on your shoes.
Touch the paintings at the museum.
Toss pants with tissues in the pockets into the washing machine.
Cross at the red or the green or the yellow.
Step on the back of the shoe of the person in front of you.
Tell jokes at funerals.
Make fun of all accents.
Bite your dentist's finger.
When others are in a hurry, take your time.
Walk very slowly, & make sure no one can get past you.
Get up on the wrong side of bed.
Pry.
Spot test "Wet Paint" signs.
Revenge is sweet, get some.
If you can't think of something nice, say something nasty.
Dish it out, but don't take it.
Answer the phone with, "What do you want?".
Be a bad sport.

As I was walking to my nephew's soccer game last Saturday, I passed a quiet spot where a boy knelt down lost in his own thoughts. I stopped & saw that he was trying to pick up a butterfly. "Someone's going to step on her," he said. I think she got battered by a car & couldn't fly well anymore.



Oliver...his name was Oliver...the boy...not the butterfly. He was being so gentle trying to get her to climb onto his fingers.
He seemed so proud cupping her in his loving hands. All his patient work coaxing her there had finally paid off...but his soccer game was starting & he got that little boy panicked-what-should-I-do look on his face.


(cute, isn't he?)


(& so proud)



I silently placed my hands next to his & the butterfly walked into my hands & Oliver was off down the field...then came running back to ask if he could take her picture with my camera.



The whole thing put a smile on my face. I put her under a tree where no one would walk & would have loved to have stayed there the rest of the day thinking silly thoughts & laying low.

(notice my I clover the Redsox shirt...oh yeah.)