It’s been a crazy week! I found out that one of my professors from last semester was stabbed to death by his son on Father’s Day. My friend Nicole has to eat radioactive scrambled eggs because her stomach is paralyzed after accidentally swallowing river water in China. I have a crazy tailgate birthday party to go to tomorrow, I’ll let you all know if I see Bigfoot! Sorry this post is short. I’ve got a really good story brewing…
It was in June of 2004 when the most treacherous thing happened. For those of you who keep up with MLB (Major League Baseball) you’d know that that was the year that the ‘Curse of the Bambino’ was lifted enabling the Boston Red Sox to win the World Series after an 86 year drought.
It was in 1920 when the greedy Harry Frazee, owner of the Boston Red Sox sold Babe Ruth, the Sultan of Swat, the King of Crash, the Colossus of Clout, the Colossus of Clout… The Great BammBeenO, to the New York Yankees. Little did he know that Babe Ruth would go on to be one of the best players to ever play the game, setting the record for most home runs in a single season (60) until 1961 when Roger Maris broke the record. With the sale of Babe Ruth to the Yankees came a terrible curse that kept the Red Sox in the gutters until 1934 when they became decent again, but still never winning a World Series. Meanwhile, the New York Yankees brought in 26 World Series wins with 39 American League Pennants. Ever since the trade it’s been a clash of the titans.
My point is this. With the whole Yankees vs. Red Sox… Whose side is right? Who’s side is it better to be a fan of? Both teams have had amazing players through the years, but say that Babe Ruth was originally playing for the Yankees and traded to the Red Sox? Would it have been different? Would Yankee fans instead of being apathetic towards the Red Sox, would it ignite the passion needed for being a true fan? Being a 3rd generation Yankee fan (starting with my grandfather) I’ve grown up in a world where the Yankees rule the world and being a fan requires a sense of entitlement because lets be honest, they have, up until recently (and a very short time in the 1980’s) been one of the best teams in MLB.
As sad and pathetic as they are, Red Sox fans are some of the most pure, wholesome and devout fans you’ll ever find. For 86 years the fans of the Red Sox have watched their team fight for the World Series title. They sometimes would make it to the World Series but would always choke and lose… Meh Heh. Even in the disgrace of all this, they all held fast until their prayers were finally answered in 2004 coming back from a 3 game deficit and defeating the Yankees and then sweeping the St. Louis Cardinals. Much to the chagrin of the Yankees fans… This was a really bad week for us. Some of us needed therapy after this. Tragic.
So, what about the Yankees now? Granted most of their players are extremely overpaid (Thank you George Steinbrenner) and have egos bigger then their stadium but does that mean that just because Georgie-poo’s son is turning the Yankees into the biggest joke since the Cubs walked on the scene, does that mean we as Yankee fans should just turn our backs on them? And why do the Red Sox complain incessantly about the Yankee’s payroll when they themselves have the second highest payroll in the MLB? Answer me that one? As long as we’re talking unanswered questions, as long as Alex Rodriguez remains on the Yankee payroll, will his self-induced curse keep us from winning another World Series? I know, let’s trade him the Red Sox as a token of our appreciation from receiving the defective product aka Johnny Damon… Thanks so much for that one! Next time you want to take out the trash, take out A-rod first…. Maybe the Cubs can use him, but looking at the standings I think that A-rod will only hinder their rise to the top of the NL Central (National League Central)
I don’t consider myself a fair weather fan, so do I take a page from the Red Sox guide to being a fan and humble myself until they are good again or new owners present themselves?? What is one to do?
So I was surfing news stories earlier today when I came across this little gem…
OH-MY-GOSH!! You have got to be kidding me! This is just like the woman who sued McDonald’s because their coffee was too hot. What is with all the frivolous lawsuits? I know people get bored and think, “How can I make some easy money? Hey, I’ll get myself knocked out by my underwear and then I’ll sue Victoria’s Secret.” I mean really, if you did indeed have a wardrobe malfunction, and say it did actually cause some damage, most people would write Victoria’s Secret and say ‘Hey, this is what happened, would you mind paying for hospital bills and maybe the time I missed work…’ and then be done with it. Most people wouldn’t keep this ridiculous lawsuit going for an entire year and even stoop so low as to advertise it on the Today Show. I wanted to high-five Meredith when she was merely stating the obvious with her comment about ‘people rolling their eyes’ because that’s what everyone is doing right now. I don’t know how her case hasn’t won what with the content as well as her obvious talent for public speaking and all…
That poor lawyer! You can tell he thinks this case is beneath him and that his client is an absolute moron! Here’s a tip lady! When you wear underwear that fits, you usually don’t have your underwear attacking you! For crying out loud, it’s a tiny piece of metal that isn’t made to receive the abuse you’ve just given it. No wonder it snapped and flew in your eye. If I were that underwear hook (shudder) not only would I have flown in your eye but I probably would have smacked you too! There is no way you are going to be winning this lawsuit. I’m pretty sure not even ‘Denny Crane’ could win this one, so go sell crazy somewhere else!
There is another fellow blogger who had an opinion about this as well Check out ‘Wronged By A Thong‘ if my rant isn’t enough for you.
For all you Bloggers out there… I don’t know if you are aware of Akismet Spam collector, but if you aren’t and you don’t have it, prepare to make your life a whole lot easier!
I would get so excited to see a ‘moderate comment’ notice in my e-mail. ‘I’m loved’ I would cry out. I would quickly go to my admin page, and lo and behold there would be 4-5 comments for me to moderate. I was so excited at the anticipation… until I clicked on the ‘moderate comment’ and noticed that it was all Spam. ‘I’m not loved’ I would say as I sighed to myself. This vicious cycle continued on for over 6 months until my friend Nate came over and told me about this wonderful Spam collector. ‘You’ll never go back’ he said with a smile on his face… of course he also said that about the Mac Book, but at least he was right about the Spam collector. Most of my problems were solved in less than 5 minutes.
If you have a wordpress blog, go to your plug-ins and look for ‘Akismet Spam’ and hit activate. This will only activate if you have an account with wordpress (which takes 3 seconds to set up and costs $0). After that, you will be able to moderate actual comments without feeling the displeasure of being led on by false notifications. You’ll never go back and it’s one less thing you have to worry about!
Finally! It’s been over 80 degrees for the last week and like superman, I feel like I’ve been rejuvenated by the mere presence of the sun! It’s a good thing the sun… It means that summer is finally upon us.
I love summer, but the one thing that is the hardest for me to do is sleep. Because it’s nice out even when the sun goes down, people are still awake and doing things even if most of us have to be at work early the next day. It’s like we’re all still kids and we can’t go to sleep until the sun goes down and there is no more noise. I used to look out my window as a kid (when the sun was still up mind you) because I had been sent to bed at an unfortunate hour. My friends would still be playing in the street and I would get more and more jealous by the hour… it’s ok because I would just read with a flashlight until 11 or midnight anyway because really, what kid can sleep that early? I was really good at pretending to be asleep, mainly because for two years I slept in a little space between the wall and my bed. All I had to do was be face down and my parents couldn’t tell.
After many moons, I’m sad to tell you that my mentality hasn’t changed much. Only when I’m dead dragging tired can I make it to bed before midnight. It’s the summer! The only thing about that is the older I get, the harder it is to recover from a night without sleep. In high school, due to all my extra curricular activities, I would run on about 4-5 hours of sleep a night. NOW almost 10 years later if I don’t get at least 7-8 hours I have to ante up the caffeine and drink it like it’s going off the planet. Gallons and gallons of Dr. Pepper just to get me mobile (note how I didn’t say awake). It’s funny how when we’re kids we never want to sleep. When we are adults, we can’t get enough of it. I always tell myself at work that I’m going straight home and going straight to bed… This of course never happens because, after all that caffeine, I’m wide awake by the time I get home. It’s a vicious cycle. My only hope is to have kids and have their natural ‘crack of dawn’ wake-up call be MY body’s internal alarm clock reset. Until then I have my liter to get me going!
My friend Nick draws cartoons for our ward Newsletter… I think he nailed it on the head with this one.
Happy Father’s Day! I don’t want to brag but I pretty much have the coolest Dad around. I grew up being ‘Daddy’s Girl’. Well, ‘Daddy’s Girl’ that could play sports, out spit, out belch and out punch most of the boys my age… until High School that is. Yes my dad’s blond haired, brown-eyed little girl grew up basically a boy, but beggars can’t be choosers right?
I’ve learned many things from my father. Like how The Beatles, Fleetwood Mac and Pink Floyd were what God was listening to when he created the PAC-10 on the 6th day. He taught me most of what I know in regards to pranking and outdoor survival. I don’t know how my mother felt about her very impressionable 10-year-old daughter being taught the fundamentals of short-sheeting a bed as well as the proper way to make methyl blue/Ex-Lax brownies, but at least learning how to survive outdoors counteracted that. Thanks to my dad, I’m an absolute pro at both.
Aside from the crazy things I’ve learned from my dad I’d like to offer up a very well deserved Thank You. Father, thank you for helping me to not ever have an inferiority as well as an image complex. You always helped me feel beautiful even when I was thin and gangly. Thank you for treating my mother with love and respect so I would have a basis of comparison so as to not accept anything less in the men I date. Thank you for being a mediator through out my teenage years and helping me learn how to calm down before I go into a situation with ‘guns blazing’. Thank you for never pulling a rifle on any of my dates and showing me the fine art of spilling food on myself any time I eat ANYTHING… I am my father’s daughter, and I’m utterly proud to be so!
Dad, thank you for being so stinking cool and for never asking me to turn down my music as a young adolescent, even if it WAS barely music. To you I am eternally indebted. You’ve been a pillar of strength through some pretty rocky times and I love you! You’re amazing and I couldn’t have asked for a better dad. Happy Father’s Day!
I love my job. I’m just going to say this before I go off on my tangent. It all started about two and a half months ago when (due to shenanigans in the work place) I managed to get the Internet banned at my bank branch. I know what you’re thinking… you’re thinking about how popular I became and how you’re jealous of my popularity. Not quite!
I would just like to say that my boss knew what I was doing that fateful April Fools day and didn’t care because it was a particularly slow day and all my work was done. I decided to pull a few pranks on my friends and, after trying to sell my friend’s cars on ksl.com, I realized I had been on the Internet a good chunk of the day. Again, it was a REALLY slow day and my boss didn’t care. Imagine my surprise when three weeks later I get pulled into our security offices up in Salt Lake to get absolutely raked over the coals for surfing the Internet. I’m so glad I was able to waste a couple of gallons of golden gas to get my get my butt ripped to shreds by some corporate beast on speaker phone, especially when my daily Internet usage usually only involved my quick celebrity gossip updates, printing off a sudoku puzzle and finally, my blog. That’s right, I like many of you would blog at work… this is no longer the case.
Since this Internet ban, I’m stuck in my very slow bank branch that maybe sees 30 people total on any given day, maybe 31 on Friday. Payday. Are you seeing where I am going with this? That’s right! After almost 2 months of no Internet, no printing off Sudoku puzzles and NO BLOGGING to keep me from killing customers, I have been left with a huge gaping void not to mention being left to my own devices… never a good thing.
To my co-workers I would like to issue an apology. I am so very sorry and would like to thank you profusely for not slashing my tires, keying my car or TP-ing my house! You all are amazing and should receive a couple of ‘Luv Saks’ in heaven, should you make it there… Boyd.
Luckily, after weeks and weeks of looking almost comatose from boredom, I have picked up a few old hobbies. I have always loved reading and now that I have hours at my disposal, I am reading the entire works of Jane Austen. I’ve decided that reading such books like the ‘Twilight’ series while I was at work was shaping up to be a bad idea. Especially if I was in the middle of one of the fight scenes, and of course thanks to ‘Murphy’s Law’ that would be the very second that someone would call to ask an asinine question like ‘Is this the optical section of Costco?’ Breathe Erin breathe. They don’t know that they’ve just interrupted the climax of your book. Count to 10… ok talk. ‘No, this is CENSORED bank.’ Good, I didn’t bite off heads; it’s going to be ok. The customer asks again, ‘You mean this isn’t Costco?’ again breathe Erin. ‘No I’m sorry, this is CENSORED bank, is there anything else can help you with?’ Click! Rude! What I wanted to say was ‘No, you friggin idiot! What part of ‘thank you for calling CENSORED bank are you not computing??’ Thank you so much for trying my patience when I was being nice, even after you interrupted the best part of the book!
This is why I don’t read really intriguing and complicated books at work… Usually I’m pretty good at holding my cool when I’m dealing with rude people. I realize that, even though I’m reading on the job, that the customer comes first. But when they’re rude, I can’t help of thinking up ways I could meet them in dark alleys… Thanks again Internet Ban! Without you, I’ve managed to forgo all my stress releases until after I get home from work. It’s cool! I’m sure my roommates love me coming home in really foul moods after dealing with the world’s rudest people on earth. It’s ok that it takes me almost 2 hours to calm down from my day. Whatever. I hope you’re happy!
In the last couple of months I’ve been to at least five wedding receptions. I’ve had my fair share of receptions since I stepped foot in Utah but it’s been the last couple of months that have been slightly unbearable. Don’t get me wrong, I love going and seeing my friends happy beyond all reason, but it’s the aftermath and the sidelines and the chatting that really get me.
Luckily I have what I like to refer to as a ‘Reception Buddy’. My friend Jill dislikes receptions almost as much as I do so we became each other’s ‘reception buddy’. Like I said it’s not the coupling and the marriage, in fact that’s the only part that I actually like besides the flowers. It’s the getting stuck in front of inquisitive people who ask you a million questions about your life, who you’re dating and why you’re not married yet. And. if by some miracle you do end up going with someone, you get the ‘now why aren’t you two married’ Awk.Ward. Jill and I have gone to a few receptions together that have been as awkward as they get. With the Provo scene as small as it is, there is only a matter of time before your exes start showing up and best friends and relatives of exes show up. There are also the mothers and aunts of your friends who try setting you up with EVERYONE that is still single in their family… there is only so much of this you can take before you just want to run out of ’said’ reception and scream with every last breath you have. Luckily we have each other to complain to and laugh hysterically with afterwards.
I’m beginning to wonder if wedding receptions are even necessary. To be perfectly honest, the bride and groom don’t want to be there, they have better things to do. Friends and family are going to see them again and the single people all want to run out of what ever establishment ‘said’ reception is being held at after being harassed and embarrassed enough for an entire lifetime… With the exception of last week in Portland (the only time I didn’t get harassed and asked why I wasn’t married. I had the protection of good friends and drunk guests that were to busy getting down with their bad selves). It was nice for once to just enjoy my self at a reception… and enjoy I did 
I think after the wedding there should be a ‘linger for a few’ and then everybody break!
After my friend’s reception yesterday, I was not surprised at all that it ended up being just as bad and awkward as the rest of them. It was great to see my friends off, but there was someone who tried to set me up with the bride’s ex. Brilliant. Awkward. Not happening. I need to get out of Provo. Honestly I would just like for the rest of my existence to go to a reception and not have to worry about anything and just enjoy myself, but apparently awkward torture is how these things roll… at least in my experience.
Any many of you may or may not know I happen to be a ‘Celebrity Gossip’ junkie. I started out young reading about the ‘goings on’ from People Magazine and US weekly. Nowadays I can look up my celebrity gossip on various websites as well as pick up my magazines to get my fix.
Most of the time I read about various weddings, celebs having babies and who’s divorcing whom, but recently there has been string after string of disturbing articles. Has anyone read the article in US weekly about Joe Simpson (Jessica Simpson’s dad)? The more I read about his guy, the more I have to fight the urge to vomit. There is over protective daddy and then there is ‘I’m secretly in love with my daughter and I’m going to get involved and ruin every relationship she’s ever been in’. No wonder every guy Jessica ever dates goes running, I wouldn’t want to be involved in that weirdness either.
It’s weird to say but I’m beginning to lose a little respect for George Clooney. First he finds this great girl and after raving non-stop about her, he dumps her flat on her face. George, I know you have a bet going with Nicole Kidman and Michelle Pfeiffer that if you marry within 5 more years you owe both of them a huge amount of money, but to continue to dump women just because you don’t want to pay up is ridiculous.
I’m extremely happy that Brittney Spears and Lindsey Lohan aren’t as big of topics as they have been over the last couple of years. Finally! They are living right, wearing underwear and generally doing well. I am also very glad that everyone has stopped obsessing over Nicole Ritchie’s slim form. Good for you for having a baby and looking healthy again.
Does anyone want to talk Grey’s Anatomy? I’m am so glad that Shonda Rhimes finally got a clue and has started laying off the insane drama that has plagued Grey’s for over a year now. One of the reason’s I started watching the show in the first place is that it presented real problems with humor and only slight embarrassment. It was indeed one of the most entertaining shows that I was addicted to. Since the beginning of season three, it has been one crap storm after another, so I am glad that it seems to be ironing itself out.
People can make fun of me all they want but I love reading and going into my little fantasy land where I can watch other people’s problems instead of dealing with my
While sitting in church yesterday, a couple of my friends and I decided to have a ‘girls afternoon/night in’. We decided that we would just stay in all afternoon/night, watching movies, having a sleepover, and doing basically nothing all day because it’s the summer and we’re not in school… Wonderful summer, worthy of heroic praise! Normally our ‘girls nights’ have some form of facial, painting of the nails, popcorn and of course marathon chick flicks. Yesterday though we decided to step away from the normal realm of our beloved girl’s nights and gathered up all the old ‘Star Wars’ movies and commenced viewing. You remember the old ‘Star Wars’ movies that are amazing, and weren’t ruined by all the crazy CGI? After six glorious hours of whining Luke and the beautiful Harrison Ford, we were all in seventh heaven as we watched good triumph over evil. Hmmm Harrison Ford!
The funny thing was that during said ‘girls night’ we had a lot of guys stop in and watch with us through various times of the night. In the end, it was the girls who prevailed and ended the marathon just a little after 1 AM. I love my girl bonding nights with attractive men on the movie screen. It makes me happy and gives me the strength to conquer another week!
