Saturday, May 03, 2008

Rain Delays

Last night I experienced my very first rain delay. It poured here in Boston and for someone who works at a ballpark that means lots of extra overtime. Unexpected overtime. And also, lots of extra drunk people.

We're supposed to stay open until the end of the third inning. Which usually takes until about 8:30/9:00 and then we begin cleaning up the kitchen and the line. But last night the game didn't even START until 9:30! The club was entirely packed with people who didn't want to wait outside in the cold and that translated into LOTS of extra drunk people who wanted to eat.

We were all wondering if we'd actually stay open for all 3 innings and honestly, we were worried because we were didn't want to have to dig into the food we prepped for today. That would be a lot of extra work for us. We were also worried that the game would be called and we'd have to come in for a double header. From what I hear, those are NOT fun.

Luckily the game was played and we were able to close during the first inning. There were a few people who were mad that we didn't stay open, but seriously folks, we stayed open 2 hours longer than we usually did!

Needless to say, I hope that the rest of the season is DRY. At least when they are home.

Friday, May 02, 2008

Chaffer

It never ceases to amaze me how many people try to take food out of the chaffing dish that is specifically turned around so they can't do so. Really. It's crazy. Do they think it's a special test to see who's worthy of eating the food inside? Like if they can somehow secure the stuff they'll win a free meal? I don't get it.


What baffles me even more is that I am always standing right next to said chaffing dish. I'm literally standing right where it opens and yet they still try to reach in to grab the food! Not only am I standing right there, I am always cooking the stuff that goes with it. For instance, when we make pulled pork tacos I am cooking the tortillas, piling on the slaw and saucing it...


Are people really that clueless when it comes to a buffet? Or is it just in general that people try to get something extra wherever they go? If it wouldn't affect my job there I would love to ask the next stupid person why exactly they felt the need to reach over the buffet line to try to open a chaffer whose handle is turned in the opposite direction from where they are standing.


And you know what's funny? Every time they ask what's in there and I explain that it's the meat for what I'm cooking or the raw version of what they'll eat, they seem surprised!


Really people...bring your brain with you when you're out in public.


Thank you.


*****
Seen written on an exit sign at the T Station:


Abraham Lincoln is upset with all of the unrest.


And then...


If the power of love was greater than the love of power, this world would be a better place...


Amen sister, Amen...


(It was very girly writing.)

Thursday, May 01, 2008

Cutest Girl EVER

As you know, my niece Rye Bread came to stay with me last weekend for our own little birthday celebration. During that time we talked a lot about Lancelot and Sophie and Zoe. Lancelot was my puppy and Sophie and Zoe were my cats. I haven't had Lance for a few years now and the cats have been gone for a while too...

Yet Rye Bread always says she misses them and asks why I had to put them up for adoption. She loves animals so it doesn't surprise me, but I find it funny that she's so fixated on these pets that I haven't had for a long time.

Tonight when I came home I had mail from my sister. Inside were pictures of Rye Bread in this years dance costume and a thank you note written by my niece. On the other side of the thank you note she wrote this:
My silly Rye Bread. Reason number 483920984832819703 why she's the greatest little girl ever.

The March

This is a hard post for me to write for many reasons. The first being that I wish I didn't have to write it at all-that the outcome was different and this post would be something completely different. The second being that the other person involved not only reads my blog on a regular basis but also is someone I want to have in my life for a very long time. That being said, I feel like I need a release and writing is the easiest way for me to do that.

For the past few years I have been in love with a man who is not in love with me.

I don't know where else to go with that line, except to say that I am genuinely perplexed as to why the feelings he does have for me have not equaled love. I suppose that is what kept me hanging on to hope all of these years. We've been unofficially together on and off (mostly on) since we first started dating and I always somehow thought that if I was patient he'd recognize that he felt romantic love for me.

I know, I'm an idiot. But my heart always overrode my brain. Of course he doesn't love me-it doesn't take this long to fall in love. I just didn't want to admit it because I wanted to be near him and to spend time with him no matter the cost. I'm sad to say that if I could rewind time, I would probably skip the part where I said I didn't want to do this anymore, because I miss having that extra connection to him already

I'm going to miss our lazy weekends and talking in bed. I'm going to miss his kisses and the random surprise times he'd catch my hand and pull me toward him. And I'm going to miss the ease we have with each other when we spend a lot of time together-the way we don't have to entertain each other anymore, we can just do our own thing and be ok with it.

Most of all, I'm going to miss the hope I had that someday he'd love me.

I know that this was the right decision for me. I know that I deserve to be loved back and that there is a man out there (somewhere) who will want to receive my love as well. I want to have at lease one child with that someone and would like to one day get married again. I want a partner who I can share my life with. And that means I have to stop loving this man, somehow…

I don't know what the future holds-if I did, I would certainly not be writing this. What I do know is that life marches on, no matter what. (Indirect advice from one friend to another friend.) And that I am still happy to have met him and am grateful for the friendship that we still share. He's going to be a part of my life. I just have to re-adjust the spot I put him in my heart.

And so the march begins...

Wednesday, April 30, 2008

Randomivity


Even if a baseball game is boring, it's still amazing to be there to watch it.
 
I watch a food show on the travel channel and the man always says, "It just melts in your mouth-it LITERALLY melts in your mouth!"  He says this as he's chewing.  I'm pretty sure the chewing takes the LITERALLY part out, bald man.
 
I'm fully aware that this probably only bothers me because he's bald.
 
Getting stuck sitting next to a morbidly obese man during a baseball game usually sucks-but when he's keeping you warm, it's not so bad.  (He smelled good too, so that's a plus.)
 
I want to be someones favorite. 
 
I don't remember my father coming to any of my softball games growing up.  It's nice that he is able to make it to Rye Breads Tball games.  I'm glad that he is there.
 
It's funny how something becomes important to someone only when it affects them.
 
Bagel-fuls by Kraft are a great on the go breakfast for people who just can't wake up in time to cook.
 
I love the sound of the crunch that the cookie makes in the fudge filled and covered cookies by the Keibler Elves.  I wish they made that same noise in real life when you ate them.
 
When someone says, "Do you get "X" from "insert specific location"?" and then proceeds to tell me how important it is to get "X" in a timely manner it makes me want to scream.  You obviously know how to obtain "X" and if it's so very important, you can also go get it.  It's OK. 
 
The people on the radio said that the only reason why women in their 30's should be single is because they are fat.  I was so enraged by that because our society also believes that.  It's a shame because there are skinny women out there who don't deserve to have a dog love them let alone a man, yet they are the ones getting a chance at love simply because they wear a size 2.
 
I will not go back to the park next season.  Working there somehow takes a little bit of the magic out of going there for fun.  Which is odd.  Because when I worked at Disney I still went to play after work almost every day.  *shrug*

Tuesday, April 29, 2008

Baseball Night

Tonight I watched baseball. Live. At Fenway Park.

And it was the most boring game EVER. :) But I was there, it was live, and I had a great seat... This was the only ticket I didn't sell and all day I was worried that it wouldn't clear up-it rained like hell all day, right up until 6:30, in fact. Up until 7:30 I enjoyed an empty row with no one next to me. Then, a big-BIG-man sat to my left and a tiny man sat to my right. Normally, I'd be upset about the enormous man encroaching into my seat, but on this cold night, it wasn't all that bad. :)

I left at the top of the 7th to avoid the crowded T and also because it was a scoreless game at that point. I risked it, I know, but I just couldn't take it anymore. It was fun to be there and I'm happy it wasn't rained out but I wish I could see some more live games this season.

Mike Lowell was back tonight-that was fun. My heart always swells with joy when people cheer for someones return. I can only imagine how he felt...


A bad picture of me at Fenway

Incidentally, I live close enough that I was able to catch the last 2 innings at home-and was able to watch them win. :)

Toosdae ?'s

Here are this weeks questions everyone! Jam up my comments box with your answers today, k? I mean, really-go overboard. Answer them 2 or 3 times, write paragraphs...or, just answer 'em once. :)

1. If you had your choice, what time would you get up in the morning?

2. What is one field or profession that you have never pursued, but that you think you would most likely have been quite good at?

3. What do you do at the end of your school/work day to unwind and relax?

1. I think that most days 9am is a good time to get up, mainly because I go to sleep late. If I could stay asleep until 9am that would mean I could actually wake up naturally instead of having to listen to that God-awful alarm and therefore, I would need less coffee and would save lots of money. :)

2. I did actually study to be a teacher and though I decided not to get certified after my student teaching, I think I would have been good at it-especially for 3rd graders.

3. Usually I change into my pj's and either read a couple of chapters in a book or catch up on blogs I couldn't read from work. Recently, I bought a back massager that clips onto the chair and so I've been letting that work its magic on the muscles that are causing problems with my neck. It's fantastic!

Monday, April 28, 2008

Manic Monday: Rip

This week's Manic Monday work is Rip and I'll tell you, I'm having one heck of a time coming up with something! It's probably no surprise to you at all that my mind went random and it went down hill from there...

In college I had a pair of Gap overalls that made boys drool. Every time I wore them my guy friends loved it and my boyfriend REALLY loved it. Naturally, they were my favorite and I wore them whenever possible. One Christmas break I was sitting in the middle of my bedroom and my sisters bedroom (they were connected) and I ripped the pocket of my beloved overalls on a nail that was raised up. I patched them, but they were never the same...

My great aunt is a large woman. She is also hysterical. Years ago she was at the movies with her friends and had to use the restroom, so she asked the stranger next to her if she could pass by him. Instead of standing up, he just leaned back so she could go by. As she did, she ripped one right in his face-unintentionally of course! She was mortified, but had to go sit down with her friends so she asked the stranger if she could pass again and he said, "As long as you don't fart in my face this time." I would have died right there on the spot. Honestly!

One of my classmates (who later dropped out) in culinary school was always kind of absent minded. He wasn't fantastic with a knife either, and one day he cut his finger. Noticing that it was bleeding a lot, he walked out and went to the bathroom. Apparently when he ripped the bandaid open, his hand flew up because when he re-entered the kitchen there was blood all over him-head to toe, all over his whites. He had no idea, which made it funny.

One of my formal dresses in high school was tight black velvet with gold studs all over it. It also had gold chain spaghetti straps. (Hey, it was the early 90's) It was a great dress back then and I felt good in it but when I was dancing one of the straps ripped and the front of the dress flapped over. Because it was a spaghetti strap dress, I didn' t have on a bra, and so my entire right breast was hanging out on the dance floor for all of the school to see. Luckily it was dark, and luckily one of the teachers had a pin.

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Sunday, April 27, 2008

Random Rye Bread

This morning my niece woke me up at 7am to ask me if the museum was open yet. I told her no, and tried to go back to sleep, but she wasn't having it. While we lay in bed and talked about our plan for the day we some how got onto the subject of God and the beginning of the world.

As I was explaining Adam and Eve and let there be light she looked at me and said, "OK...but do you know the flag song?"

Um...OK.

"The song you sing at school after the pledge? That song?"

"Yeah. Do you know it?"

"Yes...why do you ask?"

"I dunno. Just wanted to know if you know it."

Apparently my rendition of the bible wasn't interesting enough for her...either that, or she regards the "flag song" as important as the beginning of the world.

Birthday Weekend

Besides the fact that Friday night I was pissed at myself for dropping the first layer of the cake (the one with the pretty sugar High School Musical people on it!), this weekend was a lot of fun. Early Saturday morning I made my way down to CT to watch Rye Breads first TBall game. After that my parents and I went out for CHINESE FOOD!! (I haven't had Chinese food in a loooong time.) Then, off to the birthday party! She loved the cake even though I thought it was disgustingly ugly. She liked it and that's all that mattered.

After, Rye Bread came home to Boston with me (after we had dinner with friends-see horse picture) and we went to the Boston Children's Museum, lunch and Build a Bear...here are some pictures of our fun weekend.

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