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Wednesday, August 24, 2005

My New Motto-BRING ON THE DRAMA

It occurs to me that the last time I wrote anything here, it was the middle of winter, and boy have things ever changed since then. It has indeed been an interesting and wild ride. Some of it would've made for some rather interesting reality T.V. Alas, the doctor and husband Jim keep nixing my idea of pitching the daily life of a small medical office to the Discovery Channel.

Anyhow. For the last few years, on New Year's Eve (one of the most useless excuses I can think of for people to get drunk and stay up late) I tell Cliff something to the effect of, "Okay, let's have a drama-free year this year." And it never fails-the drama only gets worse, more absurd, and more tragic. So...this year has by and large been one of the worst drama years in recent memory.

I personally went through a bout of alcoholism for most of the winter and early spring. I was so embarrassed about it that I wouldn't go to the same package store in the same week. This had a massive impact on my job, home life, etc. I blame job stress on the fact that I was drinking at all, but once I came clean about it to Cliff (one of the more painful episodes of our marriage), I quit cold turkey. Yay me! This was....geez, I dunno, March.

Things got really good at work. Beth and I were getting along really well (we hadn't been getting on so well on and off for months, this was the source of most of my stress. I almost quit on several occasions, once by dramatically picking up all my stuff and storming out of the office. I came back and was promptly put on probation for the third time. Many other times I just cried to Cliff and my father, who at one point called me a spoiled brat.). Things at work in March and April were great.

Then Beth had a lump removed from her breast. Then there was the day that will live in infamy. It was April 12. She was telling me al day that she had some vague pain from the surgery, but then another pain under the breast pain. We went to lunch at Friendly's (I paid, not that it matters). She talked mostly about the pain. We got back to the office, and I remember random moments-she was having trouble catching her breath, her doctor's office wasn't any help, she told me she felt like she needed to go to the ER (this being a woman who wouldn't go to the ER if her left arm was cut off), her getting flushed and rather panicky. I had no idea what was going on. The doctor checked her out at the end of the day, and then sent her to the hospital for a stat cat scan. I remember telling her on the way out of the office to call me later, because we frequently would talk after work. She never called me.

The next morning, I already had a sense of dread. Then I pulled the reports from the printer and realized that Beth had been admitted to the hospital with a blood clot in her lung. Her condition kinda deteriorated from there, with her requiring a ventilator and a helicopter ride to Hartford Hospital. Her recovery has been long, and complicated. She was in rehab for a while, but now, four months later, she is back in the hospital in intensive care again. Pray for her.

In the meantime, I held down the ship. I think at first that the doctor (let us call her Sue) had her doubts that I could handle the sudden responsiblity. Neither did I. Jim, ever trusty Jim, got us some help in the form of Leanne. We can all admit now that this was a painful stopgap measure. She spent most days playing on the computer and writing her friend Kimmy's name over and over again.

Next up was Angelica from the Temp Agency from hell. She was bossy, braggy, brassy, and ignorant. I tolerated it about as well as I could, it sure as hell beat being alone. Then she tried to call in a narcotic to a local pharmacy...and that was the end of that.

This began the period I like to refer to as the "Velma Kelly in an Act of Desperation Month" (for those of you unfamiliar with the musical Chicago, I am refering to "But I can't do it alone"). I was alone. Solo. Not easy. Hard. Bad. Exhausting. However, the one positive effect is a seemingly permanent bond between Sue and myself. We are a team onto ourselves.

We have Jamie now, and things are looking rosy. I am keeping in mind that these things can change, but I have a good feeling.

I am neglecting the few other icky things that have happened. Jim's father, who was one of our patients, was killed in an auto accident. Julie's boyfriend Justin had testicular cancer, then they broke up (his prognosis is good though). Life has been strange, but it's fun.

Oh, and the Red Sox are holding steady in first place in the AL East. Yippee! And Gabe Kapler is back from Japan! Quadruple YAY!

That's all I really feel like saying for now. My new motto is bring on the drama, because when I swear it away, it hits like a ton of bricks...so bring it on. If I can survive a year like this, there's nothing that can stop me now.

Burnham-Out.

Saturday, February 26, 2005

Girl's Day Out

I am going to write half of this now, and half when I get home. I suggested to Julie (ever-lovin' step-daughter o' mine) last weekend that we go shopping this weekend. Half of me was expecting her to say no, but instead, she jumped on this one full-bore.

So in about 20 minutes, I am headed to Tolland to get Jules. I am psyched. I can't wait. I'm scared I'm going to spend too much money. I'm scared I'm not going to be able to buy what I want. I'm scared that Julie will think I'm lame.

Ah screw it, it's girls day out!

More later

Tuesday, February 15, 2005

A Happy Tuesday

heh. Not very many of those. Tuesday is somewhat like the idiot red-headed step-sister of Friday. Anyhow, since I am bored and in the middle of (everybody who knows the song, feel free to sing along) TUESDAY NIGHT IS LAUNDRY NIGHT, I figured I'd write a bit before I have to inevitably go pick up my ever-lovin' hubby at el bowling allie.

Ahem. Pardon me while I light up a smoke (indoors, an unaccusomed luxury being excused by myself and ever-lovin' toleratin' hubby due to shitty ass New England winter...although it is unseasonably warm tonight, I will not unindulge myself, thank you very much).

It dawns on me that my cell phone is likely in the car. Shit. That means I'm going to have to get it at some point.

Anyhow.

Still haven't lit up that smoke.

Doing that now.

Okee Dokiee, that's done. Yay!

Now onto the main event. Since I let my boss (the omnipresent Dr. Corrado, wonderful woman, great doctor) borrow Lake Placid, I feel it important to get this list into the public. As I am a great fan of the cheesy movie in all shapes and forms, please take this into account as I unleash the (drumroll, please!):

Top Twenty All-Time Favorite Movies Of Redsoxmama!!

1. Gone With The Wind

My first ever favorite movie. What an epic, what a drama, what can I say? I will never go hungry again!!!

2. The Warriors

Thank you and mad props to Cliff (ever lovin' and toleratin' hubby mentioned prior) for introducing me to this fantasic movie. If not for anything else than the Mime Gang in the intro, and "Warrrriors, come out to plaaaaaaaieeeeeeeay". God I love that movie.

3. Valley Girl

Nicolas Cage. Vulnerable, in love with the girl of his dreams, and it's a wonderful, cheesy love story that is so so so eighties. There is something so dreamlike about this movie, it's like your first love, and it makes you re-live it somehow.

4. Jesus Christ Superstar

From beginning to end, an outstanding flick and a terrific performance from most cast members. It helps that this is one of my favorite musicals (once again mad props to Cliff) and that it features some of the best ever performances ever of this tale. Best ever Judas, best ever performance of "Gesthemanie". Spectacular scenery abounds, despite a lackluster appearance by Yvonne Elliman and a somewhat Coca-Cola like production of "Could we Start Again, Please". Also, don't miss the very very lip-synched AMEN by Simon during "Simon Zelotes".

5. Goonies

Don't ask. Goes back to the whole '80's were great thing. Even I don't get it sometimes. I think it has something to do with growing up within the era. Oh well.

6. Lake Placid

The first time I saw it, I didn't get it. Then I did. Total horror spoof. Great stuff. Anything that has Muriel Hemingway saying "You fuckshit!", and Betty White telling a cop that, "If I had a dick, this is where I'd tell you to suck it" is a great movie. It also includes (I happen to believe, somewhat incidently) the required dance scene and other requisite parts of a completely cheesy movie.

7. Oklahoma

I LOVE MUSICALS!!!!! And this one is great, and cheesy. Yes sir, I do love my cheesy musicals.

8. Donnie Darko

I still don't get it, but I am pretty sure that after I watch it for the fourth time, I might. I think it's good, and I am fairly sure I like it. A lot. Why, I'm not exactly sure.

9. The Stand

Since it was a made-for-TV type thing, I'm not really sure this counts, but I've watched it enough times (in that gray time while Cliff and I were waiting for the cable to our room to be installed, and there was nothing to watch but the same movies over and over and over again) that I think it should count. It is really an amazing thing to see a movie about the greatest novel ever written. Everyone has there own opinion, I'm sure, but I can't read that book anymore without seeing the actors who played the characters. It was a great adaptation, and repeatedly watchable to boot.

10. Dirty Dancing

NO ONE PUTS BABY IN A CORNER! I rest my case on this one. This movie is so so great, on so many levels, and cheesy to boot.

11. Top Gun

Supposedly, this movie is the most quoted of all time. Awesome soundtrack, a hot, young, Tom Cruise, locations that I am incidentally familiar with (the house where Charlie lives is in the town where I resided in California) make this a top twenty. Did I mention the plot? Ah, who cares....

I think I'm done for the night. It's about time for me to go pick up the ever lovin' hubby. I'll give the rest of the list some other night. Brain cells on empty.

Soxmama out.

Thursday, February 03, 2005

Here We Go Again

It's February folks, and on NESN, it's been a World Series Winter. It was somewhat surreal to watch the 1975 series, I completely missed the 1986 series, and there's something lacking from re-watching the 2004 ALCS. Maybe it's Cliff's bowling teammates yelling "BRILLIANT!!" every time the MFY made a mistake.

It's something about October that is somehow lacking in February. I mean, this is Super Bowl weekend, I should be thinking about my also beloved Patriots, but I love my Sox more. There was a magic in October. I will never forget watching game 3 of the ALCS and thinking that Fenway Park was about to become the scene of a mass suicide. Somebody, quick, call Gil Grissom and the CSI crew! Oh wait, there's no CSI Boston. Yet.

Heh.

So now it's February, and the Patriots are on the brink of a dynasty. I should be happy, but it seems like it's an eternity until spring training. I'm dreading March Madness this year, and it is SO right around the corner. Living in Connecticut, and being only 15 or so miles away from the UCONN campus, one tends to live and die by the Huskies (men AND women, mind you).

Regardless, it's going to be a different team than last year, oh yes. Perhaps that's why I'm saddened. Seems like I can't have a favorite player for very long. I was just getting over Nomar, now Kapler's gone. Feh. Renteria has potential, as does Bronson Arroyo (who, in my opinion was always a better pitcher than his stats--just because a pitcher doesn't have run support doesn't make him a lousy pitcher--that's all I'm saying).

David Wells is an interesting addition, and there are a few more persons they've added that I know absolutely nothing about. I know in my heart that I will always hold the 2004 Sox on a pedestal, and I will never ever ever forget a single name of anyone who played on that World Series roster! I will never forget Cliff wiping tears of joy from his face while he was bartending when they won the World Series.

Last year was great. I can't wait for this one to start.


Tuesday, October 19, 2004

On the Brink

I ask not why I write this, because so few are actually reading it (thank you's to Cliff, friends, and assorted family), I ask why not? I am writing for the sake of writing, for keeping my creative juices alive, for the sake of writing something with an authentic and real voice. MINE. There are so few things in life that I can consider to be wholly and unconvertibly mine, things that I own without question or concern. This and the thoughts in my head are about it. I am not talking material goods or wealth, I am speaking of the intangible of MINE.

When I put these words down, and I submit them for you to read, I am allowing you to perceive that which is mine. Consider it a gift that I even bother to share it. It's taken me years to learn how to share my words and my meaning with anyone other than myself.

But I digress.

A few thoughts as we return tonight to face the Evil Empire in New York...I am amazed and suprised, but lets face it...who really thought we were going to lose last night (funniest/saddest moment--Johnny Damon's bunt attempt, where even he was thinking "oh crap")? I'm just wondering.

Tuesday, September 28, 2004


Cliff say, "Why you take my picture while I eat ice cream? So you can post to blog?" Why yes, yes of course, that was my intention all along...NOT Posted by Hello

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The Mohegan Sun Post

A slight digression from my normal discussion of the goings on in RSN, this week I have decided to go off on a little riff about Mohegan Sun. Nothing bad of course (I fear that if I wrote anything bad, that I might end up on the BANNED FOR LIFE rolls along with Mr. Ruley)...I like the place far too much to write anything disparaging. Seems like the right time, since we're pretty much a lock for the wild card and such, and I've got about a week until I have to seriously get into playoff mode, which entails the play-by-play dissection of each and every game until the victor is declared (I think football does it so much cleaner...one game and the victor is declared...We won't know who wins the World Series until damn near Halloween).

But anyhow.

Mohegan Sun is one of the biggest casinos in America, if not the world. It's closest competition is Foxwoods, another monstrosity of a casino that is about 20 minutes away. Both are located in Southeastern Connecticut, also known as "where is that?" and "but what is it near?"

The answer to the question is--near a Dunkin Donuts or a 7-11. Both are nearby. Not much else is, unless you count trees and crazy people.

But once again, I digress. We live only about a half hour from Mohegan Sun, and that is both a blessing and a curse. It's a blessing because, well, it's close. It's a curse, because it is about the only game in town for about a 50 mile radius. Have you ever heard anything amazing about the nightlife in Northeastern Connecticut, or for that matter, ANYWHERE in this state? Has Wild On ever done an episode in Connecticut?

Hmmm.

No.

That explains why we end up going down maybe once or twice a week to try our hands at a few nickel machines. We used to do quarters, but 1) That can get pricey, and when you start scrimping on your bills because of your gambling...well, then you've got a problem 2) Why bother when they are so BORING compared to the nickels? I could get into telling you all about our favorite machines, but that is also boring. I'll leave it at this--why play a game with only one bonus opportunity when you can play a game with three or four different bonuses?

I like to play the machines, but while Cliff finds the spinning reels exciting, I find them hypnotic. Which is why I yawn a lot...they put me to sleep. So I do a lot of people watching, a habit that annoys Cliff to no end. There are some casino people I find automatically annoying. They are (in no particular order) Slappers, Screen Rubbers, Loud People, and Dummies.

Slappers are obvious. These are the people that insist on slapping the spin button every single spin. They don't push the button, they slap at it. Slap Slap Slap. Sometimes they like to slap every single lines bet button, then slap the bet button. Slappers are usually male, sometimes mutter or curse under their breath, are occasionally Asian, and smoke like a furnace.

Screen rubbers are a unusual breed, but they are gratingly irritating. These are the women (very, very rarely does a male do this) who will push the button and then rub either a finger, whole hand, both hands (depends on what the superstition is, I suppose) over the screen in some sort of bizarre pattern. They don't seem to be aware that their voodoo is useless over a random number generating video slot machine. They are almost always women, alone, middle-aged to elderly, and spooky-looking, kind of in a Stevie Nicks sort of way.

Loud people are the people in nickle-nickle land who get excited when they win 10 credits. Hello? IT'S FRIGGIN' 50 CENTS MORON! The shouts, whoops and hollers are generally meaningless. Loud people come in flocks, and mostly from New York. Almost always, they have absolutely NO idea how to play the game, and that leads right into the next sub species.

Dummies are the worst, the lowest, and I hate them, I despise them, and I just all around don't like them. Dummies can literally be anyone. Anyone can be a dummy. It's the person sitting next to you who sits down at the machine you just left (after losing at it the whole time) and wins the bonus and the jackpot in the first spin. They laugh, and say something like, "I don't even know how this game works! Ha!" It's the people who will spend an hour looking at how the lines work, and then won't understand HOW they work...saying things like, "How come that's not a line?" Uhhh, because it's not a line. Duh.

Some bizarre behavior has been noted on occasion, like the guy who would take his player's club card out of the machine before every spin, then re-insert it while in mid-spin. It was the strangest thing I have ever seen in a casino. I still don't understand people who have children with them in the casino at 11 o'clock at night, and the kids are still awake.

Well, anyhow, I have once again run out of things to say, so lalala and I'll write again soon.


Tuesday, September 14, 2004

August, September (What a long, strange trip it's been)

Hey there once again faithful reader! It's been an interesting summer. I spent most of it unemployed (a state which is akin to being part of the walking dead), and I finally landed a job in mid-August. So the blog, which I had begun as a hobby to alleviate the boredom of being stuck in job-hunt mode, went ignored completely unintentionally while my beloved Sox went on an 11 game winning streak.

And for that, I apologize.

I have by and large gotten over the shock and heartache of Nomar's trade by realizing that he was a cancer and by shifting my attention to the other hottie on the team, number 19, Gabe Kapler. Now there's one mighty fine lookin' piece of man-meat. Yowza!

Ahem.

So there are three teams left, Tampa, MFY, and Baltimore. Baltimore is our Achille's heel. They could truly be the spoiler this season. I worry about getting pecked to death, but our defense has improved so dramatically that I doubt that it will happen. I don't get it though--most of the time the Orioles suck, EXCEPT when they play the Sox...what kind of space-time paradox is going on with that, and is there any way to correct it?

Football season started, and the Pats are doing well, which is saying a lot when you're talking about a team that is expected to do nothing but win and continue THE LEGACY...Which was nothing but a pipe dream a mere 4 years ago. Heh. When it gets down to it though, who remembers anything about last year's Super Bowl other than an infamous wardrobe malfunction...oh yeah, and the Pats won...

Anyhow, it's now 12 games to go, and the horse race is on. I don't know whether to get excited about playoff possiblities or to prepare for the inevitable heartache. I suppose I could do both, but I think I'm just going to Keep the Faith and roll with it.

Sox Nation out!