Please...pretty please

I know that I haven't been a good blogger. What do you want from me? I am trying to get my shit together. I am getting married in less than 5 months. That is the least of my thoughts...not really, but I have a lot to think about. Right now, all I want is tickets to the Winter Classic.

The Winter Classic? "What is that?" you may ask. Well, it is the outdoor game on January 1, 2010 where the Boston Bruins play the Philidelphia Flyers at Fenway Park in Boston. You had to be selected via lottery in order to buy tickets...just like if you wanted to buy tickets to watch a Sox game on the Green Monster. All I wanted was to see this game in person. Instead, I'll have to watch this game at home or at a bar, instead of being there LIVE. I'd prefer to watch there, but what can you do?

Less than a week

Either Way

I don't get it. Most of the time, people's commutes home are worse than they are on the way in. Especially if you leave early enough in the morning. Not me. Its the reverse.

The hospital that I work for opened up a new Cancer Center, but didn't take into account the parking situation until later. They didn't create new spots, nor figure out a way to accomodate the new bodies that will be filling the parking garage.

I thought I was fine yesterday. I get in a little before 8, so I shouldn't have to deal with any BS right? We have new parking attendants (valets if you will) that assist with the process. They didn't help out at all yesterday. Parking is normal on all floors but the roof. The roof is where cars get stacked. I was driving around for at least 15 minutes before they sent me to the roof. I was lucky enough to get a space on the ramp up to the roof as opposed to being stacked on the roof itself.

Today was hell. I got a parking spot no problem due to the time I came in. But I left the house a little after 6 and I just got in at 7:30. At that hour, I should have been at the hospital for 6:40 at the latest. Not one, but two car accidents occurred on the strip of road we know as 24. What a piece of shit strip of road it is too. A fucking piece of shit strip. Stop and go traffic the entire time. I want to rip someone's fucking face off.

Fuck you 24.

Fundraisers

Hey...are you the one that is emailing me and facebook messaging me asking for money for your fundraiser? Congrats on running a 5k for Charity XYZ...now stop asking me for money. I didn't give you money the first time you asked, I'm not going to give you money the 87th time either.

Raging Bull

If you are like me, then you have always wondered how you would react if a friend, family member, someone whom you care about got into a situation where you needed to step in. A fight or flight situation if you will. This type of event happened to me last night.

Jax and I were out at a friend's house eating dinner. After leaving their place, we went to Shaws to return a movie that we got out of Redbox. Upon returning home, Jax says she is going to take Miles out of for a pee, and I say I am going to go upstairs to put some laundry away and get my new mp3 player up and running (not an Ipod).

The moment I get upstairs, I hear this odd shriek. I turn my head to listen, and I hear it again. I immediately turn back around and jump down the stairs as fast as I can. I look out our glass front door and there is Jax screaming, hold Miles while trying to fend off the neighbor's pit bull/boxer mix. I burst outside and immediately put myself between the other dog and Jax/Miles. As I had approached aggressively, the other dog backed off a bit, and I started yelling at it. I tell Jax to bring Miles inside while I am keeping the other dog at bay. She starts to walk back to the door when the other dog rounds around me and flanks Jax/Miles. I then charge the other dog, which runs back to it's unit, and the owner is screaming at her to get inside.

At this point, all the neighbors are outside. The dog's owner, who we happened to be very friendly with, comes over and apologizes profusely. Everyone starts to calm down, and I go outside and tell everyone that we are fine and the situation is under control.

While I don't know what will happen in regards to the condo association, the dog itself and the rules on dogs in my complex, I do know that Miles acted the way I wanted him to, which was to defend Jax.

I'm also pretty happy with the way I reacted, which was putting myself between the attacker, and my fiancee'/dog. You never do know how you will react to situations like this until you are put in them. You may fantasize on what you might do if someone breaks into your house, assaults a family member, slaps your child in Walmart; we know how I'll react...how will you?

Joke

A salesman goes up to a house and knocks on the front door. It's opened
by a little ten year-old boy who has a lighted cigar in one hand, a
glass of beer in the other and a Penthouse magazine tucked under his
arm.

Salesman: "Hello son. Is your mom or dad home ?"

Little boy: "What the fuck do you think?"

The Fall

I'm ready...Y'all ready? Enough with the A/C. Let's get some New England foliage, Sam Adams Oktoberfest, light long sleeves, and a crisp breeze.