Sunday, April 17, 2011

Instead I spent my twenty bucks on this...

After weighing all the excellent options proposed by my FB fam, I said fug it and went for the premium package instead.  Sorry ya'll.  Translate:  I can watch every single stinking game that my Rangers have to play this season from the comfort of my laptop/computer.  Except when I'm at work.  Because that would be wrong and unprofessional, right?  

But still, for $20 a month I can watch roughly 75% of the games and it will be glorious.  It's just that easy.  I'm that easy.  And ok, for that amount of moolah I could be supplying Terri Raith with Netflix every month, feeding a small village somewhere (dammit), getting partial massages, or stocking my liquor cabinet with brandy.  All tempting I admit.  But then I weigh the cost of me actually watching even one game in a bar and we're talking an easy $50 tab for the Kevster and myself.  That's all the math I needed.  I was sold, hook, line and sinker.  Seriously, should use that as a selling point - you're welcome

So my dear FB famila, shanksh for your comments.  They were duly noted and appreciated.  I swear.  Except you, Rob - paranoid much?  Go Rangers.

    • Terri M Raith uhhhh......Netflix???
      April 10 at 10:56pm · 

    • Nicole Schoville already got it.
      April 10 at 10:59pm · 

    • Terri M Raith well, then, you could just send it to me...
      April 10 at 10:59pm · 

    • April 10 at 11:06pm · 

    • April 10 at 11:07pm · 

    • Rob Seaver Oh, I've got a few vices that I can procure for $25 a month :-)
      April 10 at 11:31pm · 

    • Nicole Schoville Rob that helps me none. give.
      April 10 at 11:33pm · 

    • Rob Seaver Dude, your post was vague. I contributed what I could. I'm too dumb to infer what you actually meant.
      April 10 at 11:35pm · 

    • Nicole Schoville No inference necessary. I'm really wondering what a person can get for $25 a month. It's just that straight forward, I swear.
      April 10 at 11:37pm · 

    • Kathleen Lohmar McGinnis shoulder rub for 15 or 20 mins. at Whole Foods. 2 tickets to a movie but no food, 3 starbucks?, lots of cheap beer, lots of mac & cheese, eye brow wax (twice), pedicure for one foot, oil change, car wash, netflix (yea!), 1/2 of your yard mowed by a Professional. Is what you're thinking?
      April 10 at 11:49pm ·  ·  1 person

    • Britt King Subscription to Uncut or Mojo magazine perhaps? Comes with a compilation CD each month.
      April 10 at 11:50pm · 

    • Nicole Schoville This is why you're my mom.

      Connected by DROID on Verizon Wireless

      April 10 at 11:55pm via  · 

    • JoseandBeatrice Munoz-Cordova a new blu-ray dvd, a bouquet of flowers, a 15lb bag of dog food, a cheap pair of jeans, batteries, blank cds, some bath & body works products, a pizza & wings dinner for 1 night, eye brow wax, guy's haircut, entrance to the zoo and parking for 1 person, 23 hot wheel cars, a few books at 1/2 price........
      April 10 at 11:59pm · 

    • Nicole Schoville King B- I didn't mean you were my mom. I meant my mom was. Is. Good suggestion regardless. Diky moc!
      April 10 at 11:59pm · 

    • Chelsea Madrigal the happiness of knowing you just fed a small village somewhere desperate...that's a pretty good one. or there's always 2 dime bags filled with dimes of course :)
      April 11 at 12:01am · 

    • Sheila Grady Cooper A one hour full body massage at Foot Finesse, 1 1/2 yoga or pilates classes, 4 medium 2 topping pizzas from Dominos
      April 11 at 12:57am · 

    • Paige Dalton Mom was referring to Brandy.
      April 11 at 10:36am · 

    • Meredith Vachon A month's worth of Ramen.
      April 11 at 4:23pm · 

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Some days I pretend I'm drinking beer.

This is my water glass at work and some days when I reach for it, for like an instant, I actually believe I'm at a baseball game and what I’m really reaching for is an ice cold beer.  You know, the light kind that can only be tolerated in the hot sun 
with tens of thousands of other people.  

And in an instant it's gone.  I peer into my glass to see the crystal clear of drinking water staring back at me.  And I sigh.

Monday, April 4, 2011

And then I chugged my coffee. Twice.

It's no secret, I forget to do most things on a daily basis.  From brushing my hair (cross my heart that doesn't get done at least once a week) to turning down the thermostat before leaving the house, I just plain can't remember to do it all ya'll.  Don't even get me started on the garage door.  Touchy subject.  I don't however, forget to set my coffee maker each night before going to bed.  This does not get forgotten.  Ever.  Waking up to the smell of coffee has become an integral part of my daily routine and without it I would probably forget to do way worse things in the morning - Like put clothes on or brush my teeth - blek!  It could totally happen.

For the record this little addiction of mine has only been around for the past 4 or 5 years.  You know, around the time I moved up to the place where it blizzards during Spring Break, around the time I turned THIRTY, and started working - where I work.  Just sayin.

And now?  I crave it.  I wake up and it's the first thing I want.  I want it in the car on my way to work.  I want it at my desk all morning long and sometimes in the afternoons.  I don't know where I'd be without my ladies in the food court at work.  They brew my drink with an extra special ingredient:  love.  And it is awesome.  I also think there might be a little crack in there cuz I can't stop coming back for more, day after day.  Sometimes my hand shakes until the hot drink is in my grasp and then instant calm.  And it doesn't stop there.  I want it whenever I run errands or sit on my porch in the mornings.  Does it affect my sleep?  Safe to say yes it does.  Do I care?  not a lick.  Every now and then I check myself and I'm convinced that I might be filling my body with too much coffee so I should even it out with just as much tea - my gateway hot drink.  In my head it's perfect logic to consume just as much tea as coffee in one day but then I have to pee constantly and the whole thing is a freaking disaster.  This hobgoblin pattern happens at least twice a week.  Shameful.  But I digress. 

I should also tell you that I have lately developed an almost OCD tendency of drinking every stinking last drop, leaving nothing behind in the coffee pot. Must not waste delicious warm bev. Like I will finish what ever's in my morning cup, fill my to go cup and if there's still some left in the pot then I take that with me too.  Double fisting of the a.m. kind.  BY the way I live a mile from work.  The other day however I was apparently carrying too many things - shocking - and I just didn't have a hand to spare.  I panicked.  Before I knew it, I found myself chugging what was in my to go mug and I admit, it hurt a little.  But I chugged just enough to refill it with what was left in my pot and I felt accomplished.  Well done me.  And today?  I chugged it again.

Swish, swish ya'll!

Oh, that sound?  That was my version of a broom sweeping.  To be more specific, it was the broom that my Rangers used in their season opener series to sa-WEEP the Boston Red Sox at home.  A. Maze. Ing.  This makes me FURIOUSLY HAPPY ya'll.  Why is this a big deal?  
They still have pitching.  Even without Cliff Lee, the Rangers managed to prove that they still have pitching. Remember Wilson and Lewis?  They didn't disappoint as they opened Games 1 and 2 of the season, and bringing up the end of the rotation this weekend was lefty Matt Harrison.  With massive amounts of confidence from our man Washington, Harrison muscled all the way through a bases loaded seventh inning to prove that he's serious about his place in the rotation.  Lee?  Lee who?  Lee can suck it.

They can hit hard.  We know this, yes, but it never gets old.  In 3 games they cranked out 11 home runs and 21 base hits on top of that.  Kinsler and Cruz homered in all three games folks.  Fun fact: The BoSox haven't had that kind of power hitting treatment rained on them since 1919.

This is exciting and I really wanted to remember it.  So Dear Future Self, Remember this.