New Year's Eve and it's hard to believe
another zodiac has gone around.

While you drank yourself high on hoping
and watched the ceiling spin from the ground.

Counting down from ten it's time
to make your annual prayer.

Secret santa in the sky
when will I get my share?

Then you tell yourself
what you want to hear.

Cause you have to believe.

This will be my year.

This will be my year...Semisonic


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Monday, March 08, 2004

But there was no dispute about the outcome: The Pirates became just the second team to beat Rutgers at home this season because they refused to back down.


That's the way to start a Monday!

It's a shame that Sunday didn't start off so strongly. Here's what happened. Late Saturday night I felt a sudden pressure in the center of my forehead. And no it was not the muse attempting to escape. I took the most extreme measure possible. And no that was not me moaning and wailing to Gilly. I did the old aspirin trick. Which is to take a couple of aspirin and dissolve them in a couple of drops of warm H2O, pat the paste onto the potential spot. It will flake off eventually but it will do the job. It's much more effective than the old "toothpaste" trick which for the record never did a thing for me. The downfall of the aspirin is that if you use it on or around your nose you will be able to taste it in your mouth. UGH. Sometimes beauty (or brutal facial battles) can be cruel.

Well I did the aspirin trick but when I woke up the next morning things had taken a turn for the worse. There was no red spot ready for expulsion to be found on my forehead. Instead there was a raised lump about an inch in diameter. I looked like the from the cartoon "The Head." You know the one with the guy who has an enlarged head in which an alien resides? JUST LIKE IT.

And given the fact that I have given up on my bangs, well I couldn't cover it up. Somehow I persevered and made it out the door though I warned Gert not to be alarmed when I showed up at her door.

On the way to Gert's I accidently got on the Turnpike instead of the Parkway. Insert angry voicemail to house here. Insert paniced phone call the Gilly's cell. Insert me deleting voicemail for fear of divorce.

Somehow I got there on time. So we went to pick up Gert's mom and then we headed to Belmar which is the Guido Riviera of New Jersey. However on yesterday it was taking part in its annual transformation into a big excuse for everyone to claim to be Irish and get plastered before noon. Which really is only a departure from the norm in the fact that it becomes "Irish" instead of "Italian." Ahem.

We totally lucked out. We got there late yet found a great parking space on the border of town (making of a quick get away) and then as we approached the parade route they decided to close down the street we were walking down so we had front row seats! YAY!

It was your normal St. Patricks Day parade. It's a good thing I was sitting down. The urge to flip some of those kilts up almost go to me. Hmmmm, a man in a plaid skirt and knee socks. There's something just so right about that.


Things to note:

Gert and her mom get REALLY agressive when someone stands in front of them. Me, I was like, "Excuse me sir, could you please move?" and Gert was like, "Hey get the heck out of the way you bozo!" Tee hee. Which is funny because normally I am the brute of the crowd.

Swifty was very very good in his stroller. He didn't cry even once which is amazing considering all the noise.

For the record I think that "Midget Squad" is an inappropriate name for a team of little girl cheerleaders. Plus there was one squad with a girl who was a midget or little person or whatever the correct term is. As far as little girl cheerleaders go they should be "Wee" or "Jr" or something like that.

Where was "Freddie Says"??? You know the old guy with one eye and the tin pan he lets you bang on for good luck? He's always at the Yankee Games and he always carries signs that that say things like, "Freddie Says Jeter is a Winner!" and so on and so forth? He was first made famous by the House of Pain video? And for that matter...why was there no House of Pain playing? Hmmmmm? I surely think that Swifty would have jumped around.

Another observation...I have long believed that a lot of "Jersey Girls" think that if something is expensive and famous people wear it...no matter how ugly...well they'll buy it in every color. Hence all the girls wearing Uggs. Which fit all those categories. However, for the record I would have been impressed if someone had had the where withall to find the "limited edition" green Uggs that I believe Hilary Duff wore to something or other. That would have been impressive. However Gert and I were subjected to a lot girls with very heavy calves, heavy eyeliner and rolls of flesh pouring over their skirts trotting around in dirty scuffed Uggs. I give that a big ole UGH.

Odd plaid spotting, who knew that there was a black and yellow tartan??? That clan must have pulled the short stick. Ick.

And later, we got to drop Gert's mom of at the "House that Time Forgot" aka her new husband's home. A split level that his first wife decorated to be the height of fashion in the '70s and when she passed away, well he never changed it, being a bachelor and all.

It's like a museum. Gert and I were besides ourselves with glee. Swifty couldn't stop slobbering what with all the color stimulation and Gert's mom couldn't stop running around with paint chips and wallpaper samples to assure us that this would all be a thing of the past, very, very, very soon. Which kind of made me sad. It's a very cool house.

Highlights Include:

The Brady Bunch carpeting in the den (red squares separated by yellow lines).
The yellow and orange plaid paper in the powder room.
All the macrame owls in the den.
The Oscar the Grouch pelt green shag in the in the living room and dining room...swinging!
The pumpkin orange gene wood stove which for the record is MINT.
The Mork and Mindy plastic chairs complete with mushroom foot stools.
The almost life size kangaroo plant holder complete with a pouch to plant in.
The cool cool cool stainless steel light fixtures.
The monkey's hanging from the ceiling above the desk.
The Cookie Monster pelt blue shag upstairs.
The finished cellar complete with black and white checkered floor and a BAR!
The complete yellow and white lacquered bedroom set with geometric stainless steel handles which is cherry.
All the records! Pretty in Pink! Off the Wall!

Gert can back me up. It was a lot of fun. Plus her mom's husband is very nice. He's a very generous man and he makes her mom very happy. He may kick and scream but he's going to let her turn that house into their "home." That's a great thing to see.

And speaking of home and men and great things to see...I am going to spend some quality time with my own husband.
posted by JustKeepMum on 10:07 PM