How can you NOT love this country? Someone just sent me a text message to inform me that yesterday was national, “Marry Your Baby Daddy” day… isn’t that something? So in the spirit of a few friends of mine that have, in fact, married their baby’s daddy this summer…Congrats!
Life is funny that way. Who would have thought that the “Baby Momma” tee-shirt could also double as a wedding dress? Just proves the point that there’s a holiday for everything.
Yanks had off yesterday and I would have taken a personal off day myself, had I only known.
But there’s always next year, right?
Friday, September 21, 2007
Thursday, September 20, 2007
Never Too Late To Be Happy!
"You tell me that you need me then you go and cut me down, but wait ...You tell me that you're sorry. You didn't think I'd turn around, and say... It's too late to apologize, it's too late... I said it's too late to apologize, it's too late " ~ One Republic ~
People are always complaining! It's that horrible job or an unfaithful lover or some other ridiculous victimizing situation that we tend to whine, cry and beat into the ground. I'm no different. For the first few months after the show ended last season, I was as close to the edge as Mariah Carey on TRL a few years ago. Overall, I have always been a pretty positive person, always believing in the good inside people and encouraging my friends to do the same. I blindly looked at the bright side of life and figured it would all work out. But there has to be some balance if we are to make it to the finish line.
Thanks to a lack of sleep or restless tossing and turning, lots of people open their eyes to the blaring sound of some obnoxious alarm, already expecting the worst. You know, those dreadful mornings when you wake up on the wrong side of the bed, miserably dreading all the tasks that must be completed in the next 24 hours. You can't find a thing to wear, you're hair won't function in the humidity, and your "To-Do" list has more things on it than one human being could realistically achieve without the help of a small army.
Sure, we all know about days like that. We've all certainly had our share of drama, disappointment and discontent. The real issue here is the fear that one awful day can easily turn into weeks, months, and years and one day you'll look back and realize that grayness has been the story or your life.
Yeah…I don't want to talk about days like that. I want to talk about the (rare) mornings when everything is exactly as it should be. When the world and heaven seem to be doing the tango across the aspirations of your heart. Hand in hand. Those are the days we should be concentrating on building and turning into weeks and months and years…and lives.
I want us to focus on those magical days when you can feel the sun shining through the rainstorms of your soul. For each of us, the definition of happiness varies. For some, these are the days when little ones come storming into your room, jump on your bed and pepper you with kisses. For others, these are the days when a well brewed cup of coffee and the touch of your lover's hand can make time stand still.
Well today was one of those days for me…thanks to my pal Melissa who called me early this morning to let me know that Red Sox Nation was panicking in epic ways! As I was sitting in rush hour traffic on dreaded route 287, Melissa told me about a caller on Boston radio station Kiss 108 FM who compared the Red Sox to a bad boyfriend. This particular caller was rather upset with Boston's lead in the AL East now dwindling down to one lovely game in the loss column after a Yankee victory and Sox loss last night pulled the two storied franchises closer yet again. "You keep thinking they're going to change or surprise you but year after year they just let you down!"
It made me realize that no matter the teams or boyfriends that we choose, we all want basically the same things. To love and be loved in return…and to win! Whether its life or baseball…we all just want to win. Whether it's a better career or a new addition to the family…we want to know that it's going to matter in the end, that it will all work out for the best and that everyone will be able to cheer the outcome! Whether it's the wildcard, pennant or all-star honors…everyone just wants to assert their prowess and feel appreciated, rewarded and special.
While total world domination would be nice…most of us would be okay with knowing we are the captains of our own ships.
As I opened the morning paper, I saw that the Sex In The City movie is moving full steam ahead. A picture of Carrie kissing Mr. Big decorated the page and made me smile. If Carrie and Big can work it out…there certainly hope for all of us! OJ Simpson is at it again but was granted bail and headed back to Florida…and Britney is still partying. I guess we can't hope for miracles all the time…but we can relish those few prayers that do get a big "YES" from the man upstairs.
Yankees have an off night tonight so the squirrel gets a night off and Red Sox Nation can sleep sound with their lead protected…For now.
If you're looking for a chick flick to watch… "Fried Green Tomatoes" is on Lifetime tonight. I'm just saying! If sappy movies aren't your thing, I'm sure the Yes Network will be rerunning something to pump you u
People are always complaining! It's that horrible job or an unfaithful lover or some other ridiculous victimizing situation that we tend to whine, cry and beat into the ground. I'm no different. For the first few months after the show ended last season, I was as close to the edge as Mariah Carey on TRL a few years ago. Overall, I have always been a pretty positive person, always believing in the good inside people and encouraging my friends to do the same. I blindly looked at the bright side of life and figured it would all work out. But there has to be some balance if we are to make it to the finish line.
Thanks to a lack of sleep or restless tossing and turning, lots of people open their eyes to the blaring sound of some obnoxious alarm, already expecting the worst. You know, those dreadful mornings when you wake up on the wrong side of the bed, miserably dreading all the tasks that must be completed in the next 24 hours. You can't find a thing to wear, you're hair won't function in the humidity, and your "To-Do" list has more things on it than one human being could realistically achieve without the help of a small army.
Sure, we all know about days like that. We've all certainly had our share of drama, disappointment and discontent. The real issue here is the fear that one awful day can easily turn into weeks, months, and years and one day you'll look back and realize that grayness has been the story or your life.
Yeah…I don't want to talk about days like that. I want to talk about the (rare) mornings when everything is exactly as it should be. When the world and heaven seem to be doing the tango across the aspirations of your heart. Hand in hand. Those are the days we should be concentrating on building and turning into weeks and months and years…and lives.
I want us to focus on those magical days when you can feel the sun shining through the rainstorms of your soul. For each of us, the definition of happiness varies. For some, these are the days when little ones come storming into your room, jump on your bed and pepper you with kisses. For others, these are the days when a well brewed cup of coffee and the touch of your lover's hand can make time stand still.
Well today was one of those days for me…thanks to my pal Melissa who called me early this morning to let me know that Red Sox Nation was panicking in epic ways! As I was sitting in rush hour traffic on dreaded route 287, Melissa told me about a caller on Boston radio station Kiss 108 FM who compared the Red Sox to a bad boyfriend. This particular caller was rather upset with Boston's lead in the AL East now dwindling down to one lovely game in the loss column after a Yankee victory and Sox loss last night pulled the two storied franchises closer yet again. "You keep thinking they're going to change or surprise you but year after year they just let you down!"
It made me realize that no matter the teams or boyfriends that we choose, we all want basically the same things. To love and be loved in return…and to win! Whether its life or baseball…we all just want to win. Whether it's a better career or a new addition to the family…we want to know that it's going to matter in the end, that it will all work out for the best and that everyone will be able to cheer the outcome! Whether it's the wildcard, pennant or all-star honors…everyone just wants to assert their prowess and feel appreciated, rewarded and special.
While total world domination would be nice…most of us would be okay with knowing we are the captains of our own ships.
As I opened the morning paper, I saw that the Sex In The City movie is moving full steam ahead. A picture of Carrie kissing Mr. Big decorated the page and made me smile. If Carrie and Big can work it out…there certainly hope for all of us! OJ Simpson is at it again but was granted bail and headed back to Florida…and Britney is still partying. I guess we can't hope for miracles all the time…but we can relish those few prayers that do get a big "YES" from the man upstairs.
Yankees have an off night tonight so the squirrel gets a night off and Red Sox Nation can sleep sound with their lead protected…For now.
If you're looking for a chick flick to watch… "Fried Green Tomatoes" is on Lifetime tonight. I'm just saying! If sappy movies aren't your thing, I'm sure the Yes Network will be rerunning something to pump you u
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Too Much Of A Good Thing!
"Moderation is a fatal thing. Nothing succeeds like excess." ~ Oscar Wilde ~
Too much of a good thing is never enough, right? Or can too much of a good thing sometimes turn bad? Certainly, we all have our own limits when it comes to what we will tolerate but what happens when you aren't even aware of those lines? My life has been pretty overwhelmed with sports, family, and career stuff but I always thought I was just like any other passionately inspired person…that is until recently when I started to question whether or not I had to tone it down a bit to survive in my new world.
Some people preach the motto all things in moderation but is that really living? For me it's never been an option. I'm a "go big or go home" kind of gal. Sometimes I drive too fast, speeding through the fast lane of life, letting my heart dictate my actions…both good and bad. I've fallen in love with the wrong guy for the right reason and the right guy for the wrong reasons. I've gone six steps forward without a plan because I was so excited about an idea and I've fallen on my face more times than a few. But isn't that what life is all about? I mean, as far as I can tell…we don't get a second go around. Why play it safe?
All that being said, I managed to learn a thing or two about myself this weekend and that's always a good thing…. Let me tell you something, life outside of the sports bubble can be rough…especially for a Yankee girl trapped in Boston. But when we are open to new people, places, things, and experiences…sometimes you just might surprise yourself with how you can grow.
Yes, I know I talk and think about sports (particularly baseball) way too much. I am aware that I usually know more than most people in the room because it's been my life, my passion and the calling of my heart for my entire life. But I also need to be mindful of the fact that not everyone cares about the goings on in professional sports… as odd as that is to me, not every wants to talk about it ad nauseam, not everyone wants my take on the expanded roster breakdown or the possible pitching rotation for the playoffs.
I get it.
Not everyone is going to get me…but I'm not going to make myself feel bad about that because the real truth of the matter is I don't want to have a guy or even a friend who doesn't accept me for who I am. I can pretend to be something else for small parcels of time. I can even work on tempering myself but the core of who I am is just too much for some people to handle and that's probably not going to change.
Life is one hell of a roller coaster ride but I'd much rather be the girl with both arms in the air, riding in the front car than the stick-in-the-mud who is waiting at the bottom of the hill to snap a photo of it.
So in the spirit of excess here's part one of my Too Much list….a collection of folks that often cross the line, go over the edge, and kill any threat of the mundane. We may not always get them but they color the world with their insanity and for that…like train wrecks we can't turn away from… we get it.
Too Much Mouth: Terrell Owens-
Call him Teril or TY-rel… it doesn't matter. He drones on about how fabulous he is and then drops a few passes. We still watch while holding our breath. He does sit ups in his driveway and it has nothing to do with fitness. His agent Drew Rosenhaus is the poster boy for exactly why sports agents are sometimes stereotyped. And no matter what team you root for, we are all waiting for the day he gets caught up in a squirrel fighting ring or something equally as ridiculous.
Too Much Sweat: Jason Giambi-
What other player could look the way he does, conduct himself the way he does, and still be one of the most well liked guys in a clubhouse? Bino is still an approachable and down to earth giant in a world where money grants unnecessary and sometimes undeserving forgiveness of sins. His play has suffered but he's got the NY reporters in his back pocket with a smile and a cocktail …and we dig him for it!
Too Much Hype: Jose Reyes-
If we had a dollar for every time we heard the phrase, "He's the next Derek Jeter" than us Yankee fans would be as rich as our team. Don't get me wrong, Mr. Reyes is one heck of a ballplayer but with talent comes responsibility. Do you think Derek Jeter would be Derek Jeter if he pulled half of those mindless stunts? Nope…and that's what makes him Derek freaking Jeter. (To be fair, Robinson Cano is often equally lackadaisical when trotting to first and his mind has a tendency to drift in the field sometimes. Maybe it's a Dominican thing.)
Too Much Angst: Gary Sheffield-
That imposing glare, that fierce swing, that taunting waggle of his bat….and that freaking "World is out to get me" mentality! Everyone's against Gary…media, managers, fans and women! Poor guy. Give it a rest or write a book…oh, wait he did and you know we'll be reading.
Too Much Ego: Bill Belichick-
Yes I'm a Jets fan. Yes I'm bitter. But you know what? When you know their on to you…you've just gotta chill out. BeliCHEAT's ego is so out of control even his own players were in the dark! I don't want to hear that everyone does it. I don't want to hear the excuses. When you are at the top of your game there is no room for holes because everyone is going to be gunning to discredit you. Thanks Patriots for making it so easy.
Too Much Money: Tiger Woods-
He made over 11 million dollars this weekend. While I was annoying Red Sox fans in Boston…Mr. Woods was raking in the cash. I'm jealous…that's all. I mean, it's freaking golf….it's country clubs and fat guys with beer guts and the gout. I'm just saying, nothing against Tiger but…damn.
Part Two of this list coming later. I've got some packing to do!
Too much of a good thing is never enough, right? Or can too much of a good thing sometimes turn bad? Certainly, we all have our own limits when it comes to what we will tolerate but what happens when you aren't even aware of those lines? My life has been pretty overwhelmed with sports, family, and career stuff but I always thought I was just like any other passionately inspired person…that is until recently when I started to question whether or not I had to tone it down a bit to survive in my new world.
Some people preach the motto all things in moderation but is that really living? For me it's never been an option. I'm a "go big or go home" kind of gal. Sometimes I drive too fast, speeding through the fast lane of life, letting my heart dictate my actions…both good and bad. I've fallen in love with the wrong guy for the right reason and the right guy for the wrong reasons. I've gone six steps forward without a plan because I was so excited about an idea and I've fallen on my face more times than a few. But isn't that what life is all about? I mean, as far as I can tell…we don't get a second go around. Why play it safe?
All that being said, I managed to learn a thing or two about myself this weekend and that's always a good thing…. Let me tell you something, life outside of the sports bubble can be rough…especially for a Yankee girl trapped in Boston. But when we are open to new people, places, things, and experiences…sometimes you just might surprise yourself with how you can grow.
Yes, I know I talk and think about sports (particularly baseball) way too much. I am aware that I usually know more than most people in the room because it's been my life, my passion and the calling of my heart for my entire life. But I also need to be mindful of the fact that not everyone cares about the goings on in professional sports… as odd as that is to me, not every wants to talk about it ad nauseam, not everyone wants my take on the expanded roster breakdown or the possible pitching rotation for the playoffs.
I get it.
Not everyone is going to get me…but I'm not going to make myself feel bad about that because the real truth of the matter is I don't want to have a guy or even a friend who doesn't accept me for who I am. I can pretend to be something else for small parcels of time. I can even work on tempering myself but the core of who I am is just too much for some people to handle and that's probably not going to change.
Life is one hell of a roller coaster ride but I'd much rather be the girl with both arms in the air, riding in the front car than the stick-in-the-mud who is waiting at the bottom of the hill to snap a photo of it.
So in the spirit of excess here's part one of my Too Much list….a collection of folks that often cross the line, go over the edge, and kill any threat of the mundane. We may not always get them but they color the world with their insanity and for that…like train wrecks we can't turn away from… we get it.
Too Much Mouth: Terrell Owens-
Call him Teril or TY-rel… it doesn't matter. He drones on about how fabulous he is and then drops a few passes. We still watch while holding our breath. He does sit ups in his driveway and it has nothing to do with fitness. His agent Drew Rosenhaus is the poster boy for exactly why sports agents are sometimes stereotyped. And no matter what team you root for, we are all waiting for the day he gets caught up in a squirrel fighting ring or something equally as ridiculous.
Too Much Sweat: Jason Giambi-
What other player could look the way he does, conduct himself the way he does, and still be one of the most well liked guys in a clubhouse? Bino is still an approachable and down to earth giant in a world where money grants unnecessary and sometimes undeserving forgiveness of sins. His play has suffered but he's got the NY reporters in his back pocket with a smile and a cocktail …and we dig him for it!
Too Much Hype: Jose Reyes-
If we had a dollar for every time we heard the phrase, "He's the next Derek Jeter" than us Yankee fans would be as rich as our team. Don't get me wrong, Mr. Reyes is one heck of a ballplayer but with talent comes responsibility. Do you think Derek Jeter would be Derek Jeter if he pulled half of those mindless stunts? Nope…and that's what makes him Derek freaking Jeter. (To be fair, Robinson Cano is often equally lackadaisical when trotting to first and his mind has a tendency to drift in the field sometimes. Maybe it's a Dominican thing.)
Too Much Angst: Gary Sheffield-
That imposing glare, that fierce swing, that taunting waggle of his bat….and that freaking "World is out to get me" mentality! Everyone's against Gary…media, managers, fans and women! Poor guy. Give it a rest or write a book…oh, wait he did and you know we'll be reading.
Too Much Ego: Bill Belichick-
Yes I'm a Jets fan. Yes I'm bitter. But you know what? When you know their on to you…you've just gotta chill out. BeliCHEAT's ego is so out of control even his own players were in the dark! I don't want to hear that everyone does it. I don't want to hear the excuses. When you are at the top of your game there is no room for holes because everyone is going to be gunning to discredit you. Thanks Patriots for making it so easy.
Too Much Money: Tiger Woods-
He made over 11 million dollars this weekend. While I was annoying Red Sox fans in Boston…Mr. Woods was raking in the cash. I'm jealous…that's all. I mean, it's freaking golf….it's country clubs and fat guys with beer guts and the gout. I'm just saying, nothing against Tiger but…damn.
Part Two of this list coming later. I've got some packing to do!
Friday, September 07, 2007
There Is No Finish Line
“There is no finish line.” ~Nike advertisement~
Sorry that I haven’t posted in a while but I was doing a bit of traveling and then enjoying time with my friends and family for the Labor Day holiday. Whether you spend lazy days on the beach sipping margaritas or crazy afternoons chasing little tykes around, I hope your summer was everything you wanted it to be….I also hope you got to see some baseball!
This past weekend I went to the wedding from hell (I’ll explain later), had a blast with Melissa and her guy and then spent time enjoying the little guy and the rest of the family for a Labor Day to remember! By the way, it seems everyone is getting married this year but I digress.
Now its back to the daily grind for me and I’ve got some exciting business ventures coming up that I can’t wait to unveil in the coming weeks! There’s also the big move to get ready for but most of you are already aware of that. Fall has always been my favorite time of the year…football, baseball playoffs and the inspirational zest all contribute to my sheer bliss each year when the leaves start changing colors! Some people dig the summer, some live for spring but for me… fall has always been it!
Speaking of baseball, our beloved Yankees had an off day last night to travel to big bad Kansas City and I truly hope they rested well. Because coming off of Alex Rodriguez’s amazing 2-homers-in-one-inning performance, a letdown against the Royals this weekend would be completely unacceptable. But I’m skeptical since this 2007 Yankees team seems to be as schizophrenic as Britney, Paris, and Lindsay.
Not that I begrudge young girls from having a good time…heck, I’ve danced on the bar after too many Goose and clubs in my day but the paparazzi weren’t hawking outside either. But that’s another story for another day.
As I write this blog, I am staring at the back page of today’s NY Daily News revelation that comeback kid Rick Ankiel allegedly received some HGH. I can’t help but to wonder if we’ll ever be able to enjoy a feel good moment, fan friendly player, or otherwise generally positive story about any of these athletes ever again without wondering about the secrets or shadows lurking around the corner?
Maybe the squirrel at Yankee Stadium knows something about this mess. After all, from that vantage point, he can see all. Lucky the boys on the Redneck Riviera are a man down after the trade deadline and cant bring weapons to the ballpark because if there were some way for Brian Bruney to get his bow and arrow into the bullpen, that squirrel would surely be the post game meal!
While we’re talking about frightening things, I think it should be noted that Shelley Duncan scares the crap out of me…but man it’s fun to watch these young bucks out there. (I know you all thought I haven’t been paying much attention to what’s been happening either…) “Are you there, God? It’s me, Andy Phillips. Thanks a lot!”
FSU is a real college right? I mean people actually earn genuine degrees and stuff, don’t they? (Just kidding C-Note!) Go Noles!
Okay, I’ve wasted enough time, people are calling, and I’ve got big girl things to do... Go Rutgers!
Like Nike says, there is no finish line...but there is a damn race!
Sorry that I haven’t posted in a while but I was doing a bit of traveling and then enjoying time with my friends and family for the Labor Day holiday. Whether you spend lazy days on the beach sipping margaritas or crazy afternoons chasing little tykes around, I hope your summer was everything you wanted it to be….I also hope you got to see some baseball!
This past weekend I went to the wedding from hell (I’ll explain later), had a blast with Melissa and her guy and then spent time enjoying the little guy and the rest of the family for a Labor Day to remember! By the way, it seems everyone is getting married this year but I digress.
Now its back to the daily grind for me and I’ve got some exciting business ventures coming up that I can’t wait to unveil in the coming weeks! There’s also the big move to get ready for but most of you are already aware of that. Fall has always been my favorite time of the year…football, baseball playoffs and the inspirational zest all contribute to my sheer bliss each year when the leaves start changing colors! Some people dig the summer, some live for spring but for me… fall has always been it!
Speaking of baseball, our beloved Yankees had an off day last night to travel to big bad Kansas City and I truly hope they rested well. Because coming off of Alex Rodriguez’s amazing 2-homers-in-one-inning performance, a letdown against the Royals this weekend would be completely unacceptable. But I’m skeptical since this 2007 Yankees team seems to be as schizophrenic as Britney, Paris, and Lindsay.
Not that I begrudge young girls from having a good time…heck, I’ve danced on the bar after too many Goose and clubs in my day but the paparazzi weren’t hawking outside either. But that’s another story for another day.
As I write this blog, I am staring at the back page of today’s NY Daily News revelation that comeback kid Rick Ankiel allegedly received some HGH. I can’t help but to wonder if we’ll ever be able to enjoy a feel good moment, fan friendly player, or otherwise generally positive story about any of these athletes ever again without wondering about the secrets or shadows lurking around the corner?
Maybe the squirrel at Yankee Stadium knows something about this mess. After all, from that vantage point, he can see all. Lucky the boys on the Redneck Riviera are a man down after the trade deadline and cant bring weapons to the ballpark because if there were some way for Brian Bruney to get his bow and arrow into the bullpen, that squirrel would surely be the post game meal!
While we’re talking about frightening things, I think it should be noted that Shelley Duncan scares the crap out of me…but man it’s fun to watch these young bucks out there. (I know you all thought I haven’t been paying much attention to what’s been happening either…) “Are you there, God? It’s me, Andy Phillips. Thanks a lot!”
FSU is a real college right? I mean people actually earn genuine degrees and stuff, don’t they? (Just kidding C-Note!) Go Noles!
Okay, I’ve wasted enough time, people are calling, and I’ve got big girl things to do... Go Rutgers!
Like Nike says, there is no finish line...but there is a damn race!
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