Sunday, August 27, 2006

I'm a Bad Person

I did a very bad thing today. I made my friend, who flew all the way here from Cleveland with her 9 month old to visit me, miss her flight home. I mis-read the damn train schedules and instead of getting there with 30 minutes to spare (after getting up at 6am), she is right now at Newark Airport (I HATE THAT PLACE!) with Bubba, missing her 10:10am flight. The next one is at 2:30. Yikes! Of course, the flight before was 2 hours later, and the flight after the 2:30 is 2 hours later, but no, the time between now and the next one is 4 hours. Of course. So, what is usually not a big deal, just a hassle that you have to sit in the airport, is now a huge problem. My friend is by herself. With a child. And needing to use her breast pump before noon. Which she can't do while holding a baby in the baby bjorn. By herself. In an airport with mean people who don't care if you missed your flight and will leak milk all over the place. Also? You can't take a breast pump through security. So she can't check her bag. Meaning she is there, by herself, with a tired baby who can't take a nap because there's so much to look at, so she's cranky. And did I mention the next flight isn't for another FOUR HOURS!?

So. That's the situation, and why my friend will never visit me again. I'm a terrible host, thinking the trains run every 10-20 minutes. HAH! Not on Sunday! Only two every hour, and they are 7 minutes apart, then nothing! Why? Why can't there be one every 30 minutes? Instead of 7 after the hour and 14 after the hour? What kind of sense does this make? Stupid NJ Transit. I hate New Jersey. (Sorry Eddie, but I do.)

I am at home, because it didn't make sense for both of us to take the effing train all the way out to Newark f%$^#& airport at a grand cost of $30 each. And Bubba went instead of me because I'm knocked up and can't help with the luggage. I feel like SUCH a heel. I have the butterflies-in-my-tummy, nervous-feeling thing going on, and just feel terrible. It's half my fault, half the MTA's fault for always having construction on the weekends, making the trains run and half-speed for about a mile and making our subway ride 35 minutes instead of 20-25!!! I just want to scream or cry, and for some reason, I am not doing either. I am typing about it instead. So stressed out, instead of enjoying a relaxing, rainy Sunday. This is why I don't fly out of Newark. Too big of a hassle, too much stress involved.

Thursday, August 17, 2006

Utter Disrespect

Bubba and I went to the Yankees/Orioles game last night. We always make it there for the National Anthem (those of you who know Bubba well know that bad things happen if you don't!), and I continue to be amazed at the lack of respect people have for our National Anthem. Sure, they stand and take their hats off, but no one sings (they don't know the words) or puts their hand over their heart, and few people ACTUALLY look at the flag (I know, I've cheated and looked around out of curiousity and using my peripheral vision) throughout the entire song. I know it's challenging to sing (believe me, I'm a singer, I know), but come on, people! Show some respect! Your grandfather (who likely served his country in the armed forces at some point) would yell at you if he saw your behavior! This is nothing new, it happens at every event I've ever been to. But it still chaps my hide.

And then, THEN! The 7th inning stretch rolls around, and the Yankees have a moment of silence for our service men and women, then play God Bless America (thankfully no one sings it anymore). Been doing it since 9/11 (and frankly, I'm sick of it....just one more thing to squeeze in to an already too-long game). And EVERYONE takes their hats off and sings the ENTIRE song! Yes, it's easier to sing AND the words are simpler, AND they put them up on the jumbo-tron, but IT WAS WRITTEN FOR A BROADWAY MUSICAL AND IS NOT OUR NATIONAL ANTHEM!!! On top of all that, you ARE NOT required to remove your hat! Bubba removes his for the moment of silence, then puts it back on for the song (which I've started not singing out of protest). He actually got yelled at last night that it was disrespectful by some jack-ass behind us. He turned around and asked if it was our National Anthem, and the guy said 'everyone else is doing it!' which, frankly, is not the answer to the question. And, it shut him up pretty quick.

I have friends and family that have served or are currently serving in our armed forces, and I think they would agree with me that it is disrespectful to our country and to them to remove your cover (hat) for anything other than the National Anthem or the presentation of the Colors (which is basically what happens when we sing the National Anthem).

On a similar topic, Bubba attended the ground-breaking ceremony for the new Yankee stadium (which he's been working on the design for) yesterday morning. He said NO ONE took their hats off for the presentation of the Colors, by men and women actually in uniform! People sometimes surprise me with their ignorance.

Can you tell this REALLY chaps my hide? I suppose I should be used to it, but people never cease to amaze me. It brings up an interesting many of YOU out there in cyber space actually know the words to the National Anthem and sing them (more or less) when it's played? How many of you know all the words to God Bless America? I hope you surprise me, but I'm not too optimistic.

Tuesday, August 15, 2006


I'm craving Mexican food these days. Enchiladas, burritos, refried beans, salsa, tacos, tamales. You name it, I want it. Sounds yummy to my swelling tummy! The problem is that there is no good place except my own kitchen to find these items (except maybe the quac). The only place even remotely close that I'll actually go in to is Taco Bell, which does satisfy my taco and burrito needs. But for enchiladas, I have to make them at home. Which is not hard, but relatively time consuming, and I don't ever feel much like cooking a whole lot in the summer, as the kitchen is the warmest place in my apt.

So you Texans out there eat some good ol' Mexican food for me sometime this week. And think of my poor child who has to get by with Taco Bell. ~Sigh~


Bubba and I walked to work yesterday morning behind a Great Dane. He was huge. H-U-G-E. Probably bigger than Bubba if he stood up, which I guess is normal for a Great Dane. But this is not something you normally see on a NYC sidewalk. Tiny dogs you can fit in your purse, a la Paris Hilton? Yes. Dogs that you KNOW weigh more than you? Not so much. Where in the hell do they put this dog? I think it's a crime to have big dogs in small apartments. And that's pretty much all that's left in NYC.

Inhumane, I tell ya.

Monday, August 14, 2006

It's Official!!

For those of you who have been in the dark, I'm pregnant! 14 weeks, to be exact. I figured it was time for me to come out of the closet. I'm sorry if you are just hearing this news now, please forgive me and continue to come visit!

This picture is my 12 week ultrasound. I'll get another on Sept. 19th to find the out the gender. So, for the time being, meet Baby B!

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Sunday, August 13, 2006

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(I had to edit this previous post because of sensitive info on the picture! Whoops!)