I had pretty much given up the search for Billy Joel “Last Play at Shea” tickets when Keith calls me up in June. He has two tickets that he wants to give to Steve and I. I jump on it since I had been begging both Ali and Liedner at the wedding to give me their extras. Being a Met fan but really being a HUGE Billy fan since I was a fetus, I had to ( Read more... )

"Oh my God. Stop! Go back!" I say, pointing wildly at the TV screen. Steve hits the rewind button on the TiVo remote and waits for the okay to resume play. He looks confused. We're fast fowarding through commercials to get to The Stephen Colbert Report so what’s the problem ( Read more... )

She persuades me to go to Walt Whitman with promises of letting me shop at Abercrombie and we'll most likely hit up Cookie Wookie as well. Kim has to bribe me into going shopping since it's honestly worse than getting teeth pulled. Trust me, I think playing with a numb lip is hilarious and definitely more enjoyable than a sales rack ( Read more... )

I've always been fascinated by people's sleep patterns. Pher used to sleepwalk, aimlessly trudging down the hallways of the house until he found his way back to bed. Sometimes he would make a pit-stop for the bathroom or in some cases, the tin sports garbage can in his room or once over Charlie's bed (who shot awake and steered him to the toilet in ( Read more... )

I'm in the furniture store my parents have chosen to help decorate their new home in Virginia. As I am about to walk into their conversation about carpet colors with their decorator, Steve holds me back. Not that he thinks I'm going to be silly and butt-in on their design plans (which I was going to) but because he has important business to discuss ( Read more... )

We weren't supposed to be there. We had plans to play handball with Steve's friend, Angelo. He was supposed to call us back as to when he wanted to meet up. He never did so Charlie asked us to go surfing.

"Can we take your car because I'm running low on gas?"

Steve grabs his keys and goes to ask me to drive his car but he decides against it. I ( Read more... )

I don't know why I even play. It's not like I would ever win. People like me do not win the lottery. Hard working people do not win. People with two to three jobs do not win either. People who don't need it win the lottery. People who live in trailers then give it away to friends and go bankrupt before they even get all the money win the lottery. ( Read more... )

I have an update already on Operation Annoy Neighbors To Our Left ( Read more... )

I'm babbling about work again. It's all I seem to do lately. I was warned already by my co-workers that when we all go out, that's the only thing we talk about. I never believed I would be like them though, billowing with hilarious and sometimes grotesque tales of my job. And here I am, at an Islander game, prattling on to Rob about autism. I love ( Read more... )

Steve's been hoarding the movies that have been coming in through the mail. I swear we have had The Karate Kid since we lived in Bay Shore. This weekend I finally forced him into watching movies he chose in order to receive something I like. And he complained, oh boy did he complain, that Blockbuster was only sending things I wanted to watch. So my ( Read more... )