I just listened to the Red Sox beat the tar out of the Orioles to the tune of 14-8. Granted, at one point that score stood at 11-0, but a win is a win, and the important thing to know is that the Sox are off to a 3-1 start to their season, which is currently good for first place in the AL East.
I missed baseball. So much. Why can't they just play all year? These guys don't need to see their families. They need to keep their fans entertained!
Anyway, now I'm listening to the Yankees at Anaheim. It's 3-1 Angels in the 5th. The announcers were just making fun of Carl Pavano, the Yankee pitcher who is out with an injury listed as a "bruised buttocks." One announcer said "that must have been quite a bruise," to which the other replied "I would hate to have that examined regularly." Just shows that Yankee bashing is catching on across the country. You have to love it.
Yesterday I made a trip to SuperTarget. If you're not familiar, it's like any other Target, except that it contains a grocery store and, in its entirety, is about the size of Rhode Island. Anyway, I purchased a pair of flip-flops and a six pack of beer. From the same store. Plus I got quite a bit of exercise walking the mile and a half from the clothing section to the grocery and then to the checkout. And, to cap off the experience, the beer I bought was Sam Adams Boston Ale, which I have been unable to find at most places in Texas. Usually they carry the regular Boston Lager, but that's it, which is disappointing because I find the Boston Ale to be far superior. SuperTarget truly lives up to its name.
4-1 Angels.
So the rest of my day yesterday was spent driving out to the offices of the Cypress-Fairbanks school district, not because I was teaching today (the kids are on a band trip to Dallas. Like that could possibly be more important than their private lessons. Sheesh.), but because I had to pick up a check from the payroll office to replace the one my bank ate (see previous post). They wouldn't mail it to me for some reason. Which meant that I had to spend almost three hours driving out there, picking up the check, and driving back. And picking up the check took about five seconds. Why did it take so long, when this is normally a 30- to 45-minute drive each way? Well, there was a huge accident on the West 610 loop at I-10, right where I needed to go, which meant that I had to find a way around it, while also dealing with all the traffic of other people coming off the highway, which was closed in both directions. We're talking a ten-lane highway, right in the middle of Houston, right at the intersection with another ten-lane highway, completely shut down for hours, with no viable alternate routes. The term "Traffic Jam" doesn't begin to describe it. But, eventually, I got the check.
And believe it or not, my weekend traffic woes do not end there. Tomorrow morning and Sunday night, I am traveling out to a gig at a church West of town. Normally, I would take 610 up to I-10 (deja vu!) and head West. However, in their infinite wisdom, the Houston traffic Gods have seen fit to close down I-10 West for the weekend. It's closed. Why? Construction. For the whole weekend. So I have to take four-lane, traffic light-laden Memorial Drive instead, which will probably be full of all the people who would have been on ten-lane I-10, were it open. Hopefully, since it is the weekend, it won't be too bad. Or maybe I'll try to find an alternate route (translation: I will be horribly lost for hours on the streets of Houston tomorrow).
This city changes you. I used to love driving. Houston took that from me. I have to wonder how much longer it will be before I lose all will to live.
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6 comments:
Dude,
What could be better than a 6-pack and baseball?
Had the pleasure of watching the game last night, as the local station carried it (O's). I love winning games like that. I've been doing way too much baseball related stuff lately.
I used to love driving too, until my car was stolen, and my new one began requiring MacGuyver-like repairs on a weekly basis.
One of your ad links caught my attention: personal checks with a message. Most of them are your standard evironmental and human rights organizations, but I just had to mention a few in particular:
NOW Pro-Choice Checks basically just say PRO CHOICE in huge letters. I wonder if they accept them at walmart...
American Ferret Association Checks
PETA Boycott the Circus Checks (you have to see the picture).
American Truck Historical Society Checks for when old trucks aren't just a hobby, their a cause.
La Leche League Checks. Again, the picture totally makes this one, as we all want to look at breastfeeding when we pay our utilities.
And last, but certainly not least, Optimist Internation Checks.
having to write out the html in responses is annoying.
The ferret check is probably the creepiest thing I have ever seen. That is, until I saw the breastfeeding check. What if I had breastfeeding checks? I think I need to try this.
Writing out html is annoying. It's also annoying that when you click a link in a comment you can't go back or anything, cuz the window doesn't have any buttons. At least not in explorer.
As someone who works for a major financial institution with branches throughout the Northeast and Mid-Atlantic states, allow me to say that the breastfeeding checks, are, and I'm speaking from a purely professional standpoint, profanely bizarre.
And HOT.
Granted, I do not work at a branch. But from what I know about branch employee interactions, let me say that they are what copy machine allowances are for.
right click the link and tell it to open in a new window. or, if you've already regular clicked and want to go back, right click and tell it to go back. see, toph, that is why jesus invented the two button mouse. duh.
Say, that's handy! No wonder Jesus is so famous.
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