To my few loyal readers,
I apologize for the delay in a new post but between weddings & rehearsal dinners, the new job, training, my softball team and my ridiculous social life...there simply hasn't been time to come up with anything creative. But fear not, for I am doing what us writers like to call "research" and will hopefully have some juicy things to write about soon.
You may notice that I have added some new links. To the dismay of the women in my family, most of them are related to boxing. But hey, The Contender is back for a second season which makes me extremely happy. Also back is my other favorite show, Project Runway. I know I am a contradiction of genders.
Anyway, enjoy the links and the shows and I promise I will be back soon!
RAGE ALERT: I do have one thing to rage on quickly...Eboogie and I did a road race this weekend which I registered for weeks before she did. When we got there, her number was 28 and mine was like 265. Why? Because she got married and moved up in the alphabet. I have had it with this persecution. Bastards!
Tuesday, July 25, 2006
Tuesday, July 04, 2006
Celebrating Independence
On the Fourth of July holiday, I am always filled with rampant patriotism and pride for this country. That and the desire to eat hot dogs and pasta salad, play bocce and get down with the family in some good old fashioned picnic debauchery.
Tragically, no one was stepping up to the plate and offering to host this year's shingdig.
After having spent the past couple weeks on the IR with a nagging illness, I found myself saddened by the prospect of not celebrating the country's birthday properly. Since I have no yard with which to entertain and Eboogie's is currently in shambles as a result of a landscaping project, we felt the need to defer this yearly honor to our parents. So we embarked on the greatest of all American traditions, the guilt trip.
It took some coaxing to convince a reluctant Gail B. of the necessity of throwing a party. We promised no impositions...we would take care of the shopping and the food preparation. They just had to cook the burgers and put out some lawn chairs. It was a fair trade all around.
(What I haven't told her yet is the Uncle Michael, who shit under the bed, is bringing fireworks. Shhh...)
So here I am passing the time blogging until I can officially start celebrating the 4th in the manner it was intended. I have not eaten all morning in preparation for another holiday tradition...the binge fest that will take place all afternoon and hopefully well into this evening.
So Happy Birthday, dear America...you only get better with age.
Tragically, no one was stepping up to the plate and offering to host this year's shingdig.
After having spent the past couple weeks on the IR with a nagging illness, I found myself saddened by the prospect of not celebrating the country's birthday properly. Since I have no yard with which to entertain and Eboogie's is currently in shambles as a result of a landscaping project, we felt the need to defer this yearly honor to our parents. So we embarked on the greatest of all American traditions, the guilt trip.
It took some coaxing to convince a reluctant Gail B. of the necessity of throwing a party. We promised no impositions...we would take care of the shopping and the food preparation. They just had to cook the burgers and put out some lawn chairs. It was a fair trade all around.
(What I haven't told her yet is the Uncle Michael, who shit under the bed, is bringing fireworks. Shhh...)
So here I am passing the time blogging until I can officially start celebrating the 4th in the manner it was intended. I have not eaten all morning in preparation for another holiday tradition...the binge fest that will take place all afternoon and hopefully well into this evening.
So Happy Birthday, dear America...you only get better with age.
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