Dog Talk

Isn't it funny how much everyone always talks about their dogs? I am certainly guilty as charged because I can talk about Maggie until the cows come home. What I find funny about this is that we all think that people really care about this or that thing that our dog did. But the truth is, does anyone really give a hoot, or in this case, a bark? (Ba dum bum)

Maggie had her very own adventure this week while my parents were away. First, she came with me to Hoboken & explored the glories of 519 with Jade & Alyssa. Then we went to a dog park where the other dog owners & myself talked about what else, our dogs. Mag wasn't having any of this, however & squeezed her little way through the gate to escape so that playtime was over. Then I brought her to Holly Hill & she also had an over night play date with her boyfriend, Charlie. I felt it was completely necessary to tell almost everyone I talked to about Maggie's week, because obviously they were dying to know all the things my dog did. I mean, let's face it, I'm even blogging about it right now.

I love dogs, though & it's often a good icebreaker when you have that in common with someone because you never run out of things to discuss. This was the case with this boy I was recently associating with. He had a golden retriever puppy that I was obsessed with. Looking back on it, I was always more excited to see the dog then I was the boy. We would always talk about our dogs & I even broke out the photos like the proud Mama I am. I can only imagine what I'm gonna be like as a mom, because if I talk about my dog this much, everyone is going to hate me when it comes to my child.

Turning Over a New Leaf

I have recently seen the error of my ways & have decided it's time to turn over a new leaf. I have perfected the "fun/party girl"-look & I've got the "drunkest girl at the bar/party/enter name here"-look down to a science. The look I haven't tried on yet, or at least haven't come out of the dressing room to show anybody, is the "girlfriend"-look. As my 24th birthday rapidly approaches, however, I think it's about time to switch it up a bit.

The problem lies in this: I have no idea how to become a girlfriend. I've been so good at being "no-strings-attached girl" that I don't know how to tie them on me! How does a girl who is extremely uncomfortable discussing feelings & emotions try to bring that stuff up to a guy, who is equally uncomfortable with such things? And I don't want some wuss who all he does is discuss his feelings & follows me around like a lost puppy, I want a real man.

Problem number 2 lies in this. Real men are assholes, or at least the ones I'm attracted to/attract. I don't wanna have to settle for somebody either, especially since I've been looking for so long. I want a nice, funny, attractive guy over 5'9" who enjoys watching sports & calls before the hour of midnight, is that really too much to ask? I've got friends who are perpetual girlfriends that I seriously think I need some how-to lessons from. They all seem to have found pretty decent guys so the fact that I can't even find one really worries me. I think I'm quite a catch so I really just don't get it. I have been known to self-sabotage when I think somebody is getting too close, so I really need to quit with that first of all. One step at a time, though. Let's first find a guy who actually calls. Fingers crossed ladies, fingers crossed.

Photo Catch Up

So since I absolutely suck at blogging lately, instead of writing an immensely long blog about what I've been up to lately I thought I'd put up a little photo montage since after all, a picture is worth a thousand words. There was Lady Gaga for Halloween, Yankee World Series Champions & Miami Homecoming Weekend. So here's what's been going down in my life since my last entry...

Now that I'm all caught up without writing a thing, expect big things soon enough.

Ca$h Cab

It's so funny to me every time I try to get a cab in NYC. Of course, I say a little prayer beforehand that it will be the Ca$h Cab. I know I am not alone in this quest, either. Ever since that show began I have watched it regularly & know that I would kill it if I ever got in it. It's so funny what a phenomenon this show has become in this city.

Yesterday when I was on the bus, I overheard two women talking about the show. Maybe they'd get the elusive cab that pays you, they thought. Not if I beat you to it, bitches. My brother Kevin rarely makes a trip to the city so when we went in together one night for his birthday, he was very intent on finding Ben Bailey. We only hailed mini-van cabs & in every one I sat in the answerer's seat just in case. On the way home, we did not get it but we did ask the taxi driver if he could quiz us anyway. He was not amused.

If I ever do find this 1 in 3.8 million cabs that is in fact the one, I really hope I'm with somebody. Of course by somebody, I mean Jade & Amanda. I've already worked it out with her that if I was on the show by myself, Jade would be my mobile shout out & vice versa. If I was with Jade, Amanda would be ours & if I was with both, I'm pretty sure Papa Aubrey gets it. I would also fo sho go for the double or nothing video bonus question, no matter what. You're still getting a free cab ride even if you get it wrong so why the f not?

See, I can still write posts about non-sports related business! But GO YANKEES!

I Bleed Blue

It feels good to be back in the postseason, real good. It feels especially good to be back in the ALCS & I'm sure it will feel even better (fingers-crossed) when we get to the World Series. I faced quite the dilemma going into the Division Series. Since I am a Yankees fan (obviousry), it goes against everything that I believe in down to my bones to ever want the Red Sox to win. Ever. But I'm not gonna lie, I'd much rather have faced a team that we beat the last 9 out of 10 games in the regular season, as opposed to the Angels. I make no secret about it, I'm a little scared of the Angels. I'm aware that we are the best team in baseball but that doesn't mean I don't have a deep respect for that Angels lineup & their manager. The way they played tonight, however gives me a little confidence booster.

I had a pit in my stomach all day because I was nervous about this series. My nails are finally long enough that if I have an itch I get a good scratch, so I'm really hoping I don't gnaw them all off. It's funny though, because as soon as the first pitch was thrown, I was calm, cool & collected. If I'm this way, I can only imagine how the players are since they actually have to play in these games, while I just have to sit & watch them. I think we played a solid game tonight, though. CC was wheelin & dealin. I love love looove that Derek's new walk-up song is "Empire State of Mind". Alex is on fiya & I love it. Something I do not love, however is Mark Teixiera's post-season performance thus far. Yes, he had that game-winning home run & I was proud but that's his only RBI & he hasn't had any other hits with runners on base & that's not very good. Just something to keep your eye on.

I don't wanna jump the gun here because we play 1 series at a time & this needs all of our focus. However, I was thinking today about the possible World Series match-ups & I am unabashedly cheering for the Dodgers to win the NLCS. To be honest, the only reason I'm hoping for this is because I wanna see who gets a bigger ovation at Yankee Stadium, Joe Torre or Don Mattingly. I'm banking on Donnie but it'll be fun to see. If the Phillies make it to the WS, though I only hope for one thing: Pedro Martinez is pitching the deciding game & we beat him mercilessly & then throw him to the ground like he did Don Zimmer all those years ago. That's all I've got for now. Hopefully my next blog will be a happy one.