Snippets of an ordinary life in an extraordinary world
Tex finally figured out how to jump on the bed. And this is NOT a good thing. 70 pounds of dog on a down comforter can only lead to one thing: disaster. Plus, he’s figured out he can take a running jump from five feet away from the bed. Now our dog and our covers have run amok.
That’s a cool word, isn’t it? Amok. Amok, amok, amok!
I went to another major league ballpark tonight! There is just something about that moment I first go from the concourse to the field–that first glimpse always takes my breath away.
We stayed until the top of the 8th. It was 13-4, so we figured we wouldn’t miss much. By the time I got back to my hotel, it was 16-4. The only bummer was a confirmation that I am indeed going batty… In the bottom of the 6th, I swear I smelled bologna sandwiches… The beeping noise is solved. It’s the TV in my room, but apparently I’m the only one who can hear it. Kinda like the dog whistle my hubby bought for our puppy. Tex doesn’t bat an eye, but it sure gets my attention!
My visit to the Minnesota Twins and the Hubert H. Humphrey Metrodome was otherwise uneventful. 
Well I’m off to my annual STC conference. This year it’s in exciting Minneapolis! Kind of a let-down after last year’s hip location of Las Vegas. 
But hey, it’s a chance to rub noses with fellow grammar geeks. We’re sometimes hard to find.
At least this flight was better than my last one. No puking kids! But I have to say, I’m a little cranky with Super Shuttle. We thought it would be cheaper than a taxi fare, but after being crammed in that commuter van like sardines, I would gladly have paid a slight taxi premium.
The fella next to me didn’t seem to think he needed to scoot over to make room, so the poor lady next to must’ve felt like she was hanging on the seat by one butt cheek. Then about halfway to downtown Minneapolis, that same fella started humming. I couldn’t decide if he humming an aria or wailing in distress. The driver was slightly crazy, after all.
But I’m here and Internet-connected. Whew! The next hurdle is figuring out how to shut off that damned beeping noise! After I-don’t-know-how-long of wondering if I needed to take a nap to get rid of the buzzing in my ears, I finally decided it wasn’t just me. There is a rogue beep somewhere! I have been wandering around my hotel room for 15 minutes trying to “sniff” out the beep. My final hypothesis is that it’s coming from the room next to me. They must’ve left their alarm clock on and checked out. Yea!
Update: After 10 minutes of listening to the alarm, I decided to make myself a nuisance and call the front desk to complain. Seconds later, I was treated to the alarm and the phone next door. The front desk just called and asked if the alarm was still going off. I said, yes, indeed, and he said, “Oh. I’ll send up security.” Watch out folks! We’ve got an alarm clock run amok!” I can see the headlines: “SWAT team called to neutralize terroristic Hilton alarm clock.”
P.S. Speaking of grammar geeks, I couldn’t let this go: terroristic. Apparently that’s a word now.
Update 2: Okay, I am crazy. The security guard just came up to my room and wandered around looking for the beep and couldn’t hear a thing. Thank god I brought ear plugs!
Those who know me personally know how hard it is to make me speechless. Well a Washington, D.C. judge has managed the feat! He’s suing his local dry cleaners for $65 million because they allegedly lost his pants. Yes, you read that right: 65 MILLION DOLLARS.
So far, the only verbal faculty that I have recovered is to wonder what kind of nincompoop would ruin someone’s livelihood for a lousy pair of pants. I can’t imagine that hearing his side of the story will make him appear any less of a nincompoop. Especially since he thinks he’s entitled to $15,000 to cover the cost of renting a car for 10 years every weekend to go to a different cleaners. Cuz you couldn’t pay one of your interns to do that? Couldn’t hire a personal shopper for less?
Nope, nincompoop is definitely not descriptive enough. Jerk doesn’t even seem enough, but it’ll have to do me for now.
We just got back from seeing the 20th anniversary theater showing of Dirty Dancing. OMG, talk about a blast from the past. That movie is SO much a part of my adolescence. It was great fun seeing it in the theater finally. A bit weird, though, as I’m used to doing laundry during commercials.
The only bad thing about the showing was the annoying women behind us reciting the lines out loud. I mean, c’mon, if I wanted to hear a mediocre recitation of the movie, I could do that myself in my living room!
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