Here we go again

No, not sick again, just hiding from the world this weekend.
As many of you may know, I tend to not enjoy the Fourth of July weekend festivities.
Yes, since the weekend has already begun, so have the fireworks, and the PTSD.

Sigh.
Time to hide out with my Netflix and my Red Sox. Tomorrow's a day game, so it'll be safe for me me to go out to watch the game, but beyond that, oh yes, hiding. Always hiding.
Who knows, maybe I'll get around to getting my car's oil changed too, although that may be a little too optimistic.

Plan to try for more social activities next week, but until then, there you have it.

Go Sox.

Looks like another weekend of convalescing

Found myself getting sick yesterday.
Woke up worse today. Very woozy, very disoriented.

However, got my ass over to CVS and set myself up for the weekend.
One of the following should help me feel better soon, if not a combination of them all.

NyQuil
DayQuil
Kleenex
Beer
Pizza

yeah, the cashier kinda looked at me funny and laughed but hey, whatever sinks yer sub, right?

In any case, this weekend Dave's off to the farmland for the annual MS150 Tour de Farms - the link is to the right if you all feel like donating. Cure me!

Anyway, back to bed.

Oh wait, but first - How 'bout the Red Sox huh? And a big ass thank you to the Rockies who, along with our wins, put the Yankees back to .500 and back to double digits in games behind us.
It's all rather astonishing, Tavarez is becoming one of the pitchers I'm relying on these days.
Never thought I'd type that.

Ok, now, really, back to bed.

Semi-spendy lessons in cooking

In a renewed effort to lose weight and eat healthier, I've started cooking again.
A nice change since recent months have included quick mix packaged goods, take-out and, well, take-out.

I'm also trying to use different recipes and, hence, different ingredients.

What have I learned thus far?


1. You can get a plastic paper cut opening a container of low fat sour cream - the Royal right index finger is displeased.
2. I don't care for tilapia.
3. Salmon still rocks.

and

4. Jess, who are you kidding? Stick with chicken. It's a helluva lot cheaper and you already know how to cook it.

Although, I gotta admit, the low fat spinach/cheese/scallion portabellos I made tonight were pretty kick ass. But then, I had just eaten a piece of tilapia, so it might have only kicked ass by comparison.

That's it for now.
That's what you get. It's an off day in baseball and that's that.

I'll keep trying. I'll let you know if I find any wonder-recipes.

Timing is everything

Yesterday, I was freaking out because I'd heard that today was going to be over ninety degrees.
Said freak-out was a result of the AC being nonfunctional again, despite more than ten days passing since I'd informed the landlord.

What else? Well, the beloved Red Sox just sustained their longest losing streak of the season going into today.

What do these two things have in common? Both were resolved today.
The freon was topped off in the AC and Schilling pitched a gem of a game - a hit and an error away from perfection. Faboooooooo.

Beyond that, I have little to say these days.
I've kind of been hiding or at least hiding out in well air-conditioned establishments that show baseball although now that my current habitat is again inhabitable, we'll see how frequently I bother to update this here blog of mine.

One sour note, I just in the last few months met another local Red Sox kindred spirit - one who shares my extreme appreciation for sarcasm.
Unfortunately, the day nears when he leaves as well.
See, I don't know who he thinks he is, but really, getting married?! I mean, c'mon! And... AND....moving to Florida with his betrothed?!?!?!.
Sigh. Ah well. It's hella fun to watch games with him and, if nothing else, I know I have another email buddy where our beloved Sox are concerned.

Of course, I wish him well.
Enough of that. I'm still sober and have to do something about that.
G'night all.