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Tue 02/20/2007
first time that I kissed him made the world seem right

I have been meaning to write a hockey entry for nearly a month, since the All-Star Game, which was Jan. 24, but I bet you didn't know that, which was precisely the point I was going to make, how the NHL has this great product but nobody knows about it. And awesome, funny commercials, that you only see if you are already a hockey fan, because they are either on the regional broadcast of your local team, or the Versus network, which used to be OLN, which also televises the Tour de France. Which should tell you something. And I was going to discuss Hockey in the South and argue that a place like Tampa Bay, where I don't think it even gets cold enough to snow, should not have a hockey team. And Dallas, okay, it snows or ices occasionally there, but no way should MINNESOTA have lost a team to TEXAS. But I have just not gotten around to it and then I have emailed most of my arguments to my friend Robert and now I just do not seem to have the motivation to write. So I will post some pictures!

First up: This is the section where the seats for our 10-game season ticket plan are located. The woman on the far left, the one whose jersey you can't quite see, she brings the jerseys and hands them out to the rest of her party. I am not sure if I should try to shake her hand and bow down to the obsession or if I should run in the opposite direction. Certainly, I have a favorite player, and my brother has a name and number on his jersey, and I have been known to be obsessive about things ... but ... this just takes it to a whole new level. The most awesome thing about this woman is that her jersey has Babchuk's name in Cyrillic. And also? This particular game? He had been sent down to the minors, refused to report, and been suspended. He was then reinstated but still in the minors. Now that, that is dedication (by the fan, not, obviously, by Babchuk, whose refusal to report is LAME).

Next: my new car. This is a lovely juxtaposition with the new car in front and my old car behind it. In my parents' driveway. The old car is still sitting there. I need to take it to Carmax and see what they will give me for it. Hopefully enough to pay my stupid income taxes so I can afford the first car payment. (Stupid taxes.) One other thing about the picture is that you cannot tell, but it was snowing when it was taken. Well, flurrying, I suppose, would be more accurate, but the fact is, it was 45 degrees outside and there was frozen white precipitation falling from the sky. It was something of a shock.


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Wed 02/14/2007
if I had a million dollars

Today, I wrote a check for $10,000.00. Which is a lot of zeroes. (Also I still have my Texas address on my checks.)

Happy Valentine's Day to me!


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Mon 02/05/2007
it's colder than winter

aka The Crappiest Super Bowl Weekend in Recent Memory

It started on Thursday. It snowed. This would normally be considered a good thing, given that I am A Girl From The South, and I like the snow. However, I still had to go to my job. So this was not so good. Actually, they had given us the option to work from home, which I would have done, EXCEPT I had a doctor's appointment at 3 p.m., with the office of said doctor being located approximately three miles from the office, and I had a meeting that I had to get ready for on Friday.

So there I was at work, while the rest of my team stayed home, and I was watching the pretty snow, and then it stopped being pretty and started raining, kind of hard, and not freezing, and that is when the doctor's office called to say they were closing early -- NOW THAT ANY POSSIBLE THREAT HAD PASSED ENTIRELY -- and would have to cancel my appointment. The appointment that I had already waited nearly a month for. The rude woman who was calling me rudely informed me that they could see me on March 8. I informed her that they could see me sooner. She finally came up with Feb. 19. This irritated me. Then all this work happened, that I had to sit at my desk and actually do, even though I could have been working from home had it not been for the damn doctor's office.

To make myself feel better, I procured tickets to that evening's Hurricanes game, knowing that it would be sparsely attended because, egads! the winter weather! Little did I know that this was not a good solution. Because the Hurricanes looked completely uninspired, and the only time the goal horn went off was during the first intermission for the Mighty Mites or whatever the little mini hockey players are called. This happened while we were standing in the concession line ordering the beef nachos. After the Canes lost 4-0 I headed home, feeling like things were just a bit off. At 2:30 a.m., I began considering if perhaps it was in fact the nachos that were a bit off. I dozed fitfully until 5:30, when I got up and resolved to shower, given that there was that big meeting at work. I got in the shower, and then promptly realized that I was going nowhere except the couch. So I left my boss a message that I would not be at the meeting, sent him an email about the materials that were on my desk, and did not manage to make it fully upright again until approximately 17 hours had passed.

On Saturday, I felt a little better and did some laundry while I was waiting for the Tar Heels game to begin. They lost. "Well," said my brother, "at least we can still hope for one Carolina team to win at the RBC Center tonight." And then the Hurricanes lost.

The events of Saturday seemed to cause a relapse on Sunday, which I spent lying in a stupor on the couch until the Super Bowl started. Incidentally, I always forget to watch the commercials, because I am usually busy changing the channel as soon as it's a commercial break. The Super Bowl started out okay, was kind of exciting, if sloppy, but then it became clear that the Colts were going to win, and the dislike I feel for Peyton Manning is almost as strong as the dislike I feel for Dook (but not quite). I felt sick again.

And then! It was Monday and time to face the work week. Um. Yay?

At least Dook also lost, and those pants I bought on clearance the week after Christmas because they were so cute, and so cheap, and, well, they almost fit, and they didn't have the next size up? They totally fit now.


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Wed 01/31/2007
the fire burning in her eyes

Drunk Pictures:


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Mon 01/29/2007
helping white people dance

Let's say one of your best friends is visiting from Iowa, and you are showing her around, because not only has she never been to Durham, she's never even been to North Carolina. You are trying to make a good impression. Despite the fact that you are incredibly happy that your friend is visiting, you are maybe not in the happiest frame of mind overall, for various reasons. And then you stop at a gas station to get your friend a Diet Coke, because the girl is addicted to them, and you go on back out to the car, AND IT IS DEAD. AS A DOORNAIL. (You have not ever really understood that expression, but you just used it anyway.)

The car is dead. You cannot help but chuckle, because if you don't, you will probably start to cry. You call your brother, because he is all into cars, and maybe he can help you out. He doesn't answer. You call your dad, who says you should call someone who cares. He is kidding, sort of, and he tells you you should really get Triple A. You tell him you used to have it, but then you moved back close to your family, so you figured that he would be there to rescue you. He says it would be a really good idea to get Triple A but comes to rescue you. He jumps the car. It starts. You turn on the headlights. The car dies again. He jumps the car again, and says you better come back to the house, you can leave your car at the repair place and then borrow your mother's car to go get it fixed in the morning.

You go to your parents' house. Your parents leave. Your brother is there. You are planning to take your mother's car and go home. Instead, your brother and your friend pull out some vodka. "You need a shot," they say. Suddenly, you are drinking your (underage) brother's cheap nasty vodka. You are also making cookies, because you bake when you are upset. (For some reason the cookies turn out sort of flat, although of course they still taste good.) Your brother is doing beer bongs, and your friend is drinking a bottle of wine. She has agreed to be the designated driver, since you are clearly allowed to drink, what with your fragile state of mind and all. Clearly, she will not be driving, given that there is now no more wine. ("I'll write your parents a check!" she says. Suddenly, you and your friend and your brother are getting drunk off your parents' Bailey's Irish Cream. You think, "Oh my God, my life is so pathetic, and I have to sober up so I can drive home before my parents get back, because they cannot find me like this." Your brother says, "You need to finish the vodka. I know it is nasty, but, here, I will mix it with orange juice, then it will be fine." It is still nasty. You drink it. Your parents come home to find you in a semi-conscious state on the chair in front of the TV. "I take it that's not just orange juice in that cup," your mother says.

"Your mom is so cute," says your friend. She turns to your mom. "Can I be your daughter?"

At least you were the only one with the camera, so you are the only one with access to all the pictures that were taken -- and most of them are not of you.


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Sun 01/28/2007
i've given you my best, why does she get the best of you

The problem with being a (generally) nice person and a (generally) good person is that you can't wish bad things on the people who have hurt you.

And if you should, by chance, become an "other woman" then you are really screwed. Because, in the absence of having met the first woman, you can imagine that she is an evil harpy who does not satisy her man, and so no one can really blame you for, well, anything that you do. However, you know that most likely this is not true. Most likely, she is a nice, normal person who for some reason has fallen into the same trap that you have, namely, falling for this man. Further, you know that he likes her better, because he is not actually with you, he is with her and just likes to "see" you sometimes. But even though you know it is wrong, you like it so damn much that you don't stop. And then eventually, for some reason or other, it ends, and all you can do is hope that either she is an evil harpy and she does deserve it, or that she really doesn't know what he's doing (because he won't change) and all you can think is, "I hope he doesn't hurt her the same way he hurt me."

Same goes if he's actually available...but it's because you are the "last woman," the last person he was with, the one that he screwed over, and you are still looking for the right person, but he finds someone new (which really is not fair; you should get to find someone first). You know he's told her about that psycho he dated, meaning you, even though you're obviously not psycho, just slightly addled because you at one point thought he was a good match for you, and she's sympathetic, thinking that she's found this great guy who's just had horrible luck, and instead of thinking mean things about either one of them, you just think, "I hope he doesn't hurt her the same way he hurt me." (And then you have a minute in which you think, "Maybe she will hurt him the way he hurt me, that would be cool" -- but then you shake your head and stop that train of thought.)


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Sun 01/21/2007
to love a man you have to share

First: HB, AB. I just wanted to say that.

***

I got an "It's not you, it's me" yesterday from Banana Republic. Maybe you didn't catch that. From Banana Republic. I am one of those girls who does one of those thing you are not supposed to do when you are buying clothes: I will not buy above a certain size. I know in my head that brands are just different, and it doesn't mean anything, and anyway, no one will know, because it's not like we walk around with tags on the outside, but still, I know. So I don't do it. Usually I can stay within these parameters with little difficulty (...) but some styles just will not work.

Anyway, there was this particular style of pants -- the Ryan, it was called -- that was low-rise. Typically, this is not a good sign. (I did not notice that the fly was approximately two and a half inches. This is an ominous portent. No one should wear anything THAT low, although I suppose you can get away with it if you are a size 0. Which I am not.) So I grabbed the size that I would like to stay, and then I went above it, to the next size up, because, goshdarnit, they were on sale for $11.99. You do not get pants at Banana Republic for $11.99. Off I go to the dressing room. I try the smaller size first. The fit ... leaves something to be desired. *Sigh.* Next size up IS SMALLER. Feeling depressed, I head out. The fitting room attendant asks if I had any luck. I tell her that I do not think this style is for me. She says, in all seriousness, "It's not you, it's the pants."

This may be the lowlight of my year so far.

***

Also yesterday, I caught up on my girly-magazine reading. There was a bedside astrologer. The guy I lost my virginity to is my worst match by a long shot. (Heh.) My "sweetest match" is a Capricorn, example being Patrick Dempsey. (Why, yes, that seems right.) "Spiciest match"? That'd be my last ex. (Hmm. He was good in bed.)

Another thing that caught my eye: When he says, "My last ex was psycho," what he means is, "I treated her badly, so of course she got upset."

SO TRUE! And yet, even though you know this, every time you are in the situation, you think it will be different.

***

Best artichoke and spinach dip ever: Darryl's. For some reason the Durham restaurant closed, and I think there used to be one in Raleigh that also closed, but the one in Greensboro remains open. Go figure. That place is awesome, though.

***

"Winter weather" hit the Durham area on Thursday. Here is what it looked like from the fourth floor (where I sit) of the building that I work in:


Posted by Molly at 12:59 AM EST
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sixty minute man

an unpublished interview with a ballplayer from a long time ago 

Molly: What's your favorite baseball memory?
Ballplayer: I guess when we made the playoffs in [year]. ... I started Game [x] against [future Hall of Famer]. I think we ended up losing that game, but yeah, I started it. That was probably the most exciting. ... [Are you wearing] a bra AND a tank top?
M: Well, yeah, I mean, it's not like I can NOT wear a bra.
BP: I know, you have to. Your boobs are too big. ... Maybe you need to get a thicker bra.
M: I don't like thicker bras. But I guess I needed one yesterday.
BP: Why? Were a lot of people looking?
M: I don't know. You were.
BP: Yeah. Well your nipples were really poking out.
M: So, moving right along. ... Best thing about [city]? 
BP:  Mmm...the park. Molly.
M: Ha, I'm not putting that.

...

M: Did you have a favorite player, growing up?
BP: I did. [Famous Shortstop].
M: So how come you aren't a shortstop?
BP: I was, until I got too big. Most of the guys here were shortstops.
M: But if they were all shortstops, then who played the other positions? [Haaaa I'm being stupid but he answers seriously]
BP: Well you usually put the best player at shortstop, or at least the good ones, and then you just move to other positions as you grow, or develop. So most of the guys who made it here were shortstops.
M: Toughest hitter you faced?
BP: [Steroid User]. He's hit me pretty good. I don't know if he homered or not, but he's hit me pretty good. I've walked him a lot. And that's when he was Regular [Name].
M: "Regular [Name]"?
BP: Yeah, you know, before he ... got big.

...

M: Okay, favorites. Favorite baseball movie?
BP: Major League. Does everybody say Bull Durham?
M: I don't know, it varies. Favorite non-baseball movie?
BP: Ghostbusters. I always say that.
M: Is it true?
BP: Yeah, anything old Bill Murray.
M: Favorite magazine?
BP: Heh. Uh... Penthouse. You can't put that, can you?
M: Well, I can. I mean, I don't mind. I'll put it. 
BP: I bet you will. Yeah, I don't actually read many magazines.
M: You just look at the pictures.
BP: Sometimes I read the fantasies.
M: Oh, yeah, the fantasies, hmm.
BP: Do you read those? Playboy?
M: No, I, uh, don't really need to. I can get pretty far in my head. I don't have to read anything.  ...SO! Favorite car?
BP: How's that working out for you?
M: What?
BP: The fantasies. 
M: Um, well, it's kind of hard right now, actually. There was this guy, in Houston, and it would always be him, but then he left, that was about a year ago, and since then, I've ... it's been hard, but you know, I'm trying to broaden my horizons.
BP: Broaden your horizons, huh?
M: Yeah, it, uh, gets the job done.
BP: Gets the job done, hm?
M: Well it's better than the real thing at this point.
BP: Yeah, I'm right there with you on that one. It gets harder, you know.
M: What does?
BP: Getting it done, all the way. I mean, it used to be I could have the fantasy and masturbate and it would get me all the way off, but it gets harder, when you get older.
M: Huh. I wouldn't know.
BP: Yeah, that's why you get help. DVDs and stuff. 
M: So...you have a favorite DVD then?
BP: (grins) Mmm...a couple...hundred. Yeah my favorite one is probably, what's it called, Pretty in Pink? No, that's the real movie. Pretty Pink, that's it, I think they called it that because, uh... I don't know what word to use... it's, uh, it's pink, usually ...
M: Ohh, okay. I gotcha.
BP: Yeah.
M: Uh huh. So, favorite car?
BP: Um, I don't know.
M: Come on, you've got to give me something.
BP: I've given you lots of good stuff.
M: Yeah, but I can't use it.
BP: But you'll remember it. 

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That interview always amused me because it was so Bull Durham esque, and that wasn't even his favorite baseball movie. For shame. I'm now 10 years older than he was when we did this interview, and I still don't find that I need to use DVDs. Lol. ... I still think of "this guy, in Houston," even though he didn't always take his socks off, and do you think Dwight Gooden leaves his socks on? 


Posted by Molly at 12:01 AM EST
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Fri 01/19/2007
fell in love with a rodeo king

I was with [name deleted :)], and we were in a hotel room somewhere, and he had me up against the wall and we were making out, and of course I was enjoying this, but then I was thinking, "I wonder if he has a condom. I will not have sex with him unless he has a condom." And then I had to go to the bathroom or something and when I got back, he was on the phone, and I was like, "Why are you on the phone? Is that a girl?" He said, "Well I was just telling the girls I met earlier that I wouldn't be able to meet up with them. You don't want me to meet them, right? They were just giggly girls." And I admitted that no, I did not want him to meet up with them, and then I asked him how many other women he had been with, and he said, "Well, I have been with four other women, and one turned me down, so four out of five." And I was so happy with this remarkably low number – he must want meeeeeeeeeee! – that I gleefully jumped on the bed with him. At which point he rolled over, took off his shirt and said, "I am going to seduce you," and grinned. And then he ran his hand up the length of my leg, because I was suddenly naked, and it got me so hot and ... ready, if you know what I mean, and I think you do, AND THEN THE DAMN ALARM WENT OFF. I WAS SO MAD.

***

I read something somewhere (that I do not really remember and can't link to; thus you cannot prove me wrong...heh) that "gifted" children are statistically more likely to turn into "normal" adults than "gifted" adults. As a former gifted child, I have been thinking a lot about this, and I think I will eventually write a post about it, but so far today I have been distracted by the Grey's Anatomy forums at Television Without Pity. So maybe later.


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Sun 01/14/2007
something told me I just might stay

In an area of Elk Falls, not far from Campbell River, BC, Rod reflected back on childhood memories splashing around in the refreshing water chiselled into the local rock. A chiselled Brind'Amour holds the Stanley Cup. (Mike Bolt/HHOF)

The caption? Hilarious.

Also, who knew that Mr. Universe was under the #17?

(From http://www.hhof.com/html/exSCJ06_07.shtml)

I was going to write a real entry -- really -- but that was on Thursday, and then I didn't, and now I don't feel like it.


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