See Ya!

Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nha, hey-hey, goodbye! Pack your shit Manny, you are out of here! Have fun with Joe and the Dodgers!

 

*UPDATE*

 The Red Sox players voted 24-1 to get rid of him! The news is reporting that the only player who wanted him to stay was David Ortiz. The news man said someone in the club house said his (manny’s) behavior was “infectious.” See! It’s not just me!

 

 

 

 

 

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This And That

 Jules wanted to know more about my mission. Really, Jules, I can’t really talk about it. At least not here. I probably shouldn’t even be talking about it out loud. Essentially I am doing someone else’s job. If their people found I was doing it they might get in trouble. See?

 The thing is, this thing is much bigger than I thought at first. I told the person that even though I am the kind of person who believes in doing things with out expecting anything in return, if my info helps them, I want something! Something that is very valuable to me. I was told we had a deal! Honestly though, especially in this case, knowing that I helped would be enough. 

 Can I just say that by the time I got home yesterday, I was exhausted! I did some more paddling and uncle Chili and I tossed the ball a bit more but nothing major. Whew! Maybe it was all the fresh air or maybe because I got 5 hours of sleep the night before. I am sure it has nothing to do with not being 20 anymore. 

 The Red Sox can (and should) trade Manny today. Really, let him go. Yesterday he said some trash about how when the Sox don’t want a player around anymore they start saying bad things about the player to make the fans dislike him. Bull! Manny, you brought this on yourself. You slapped Youk in the face, you shoved the elderly secretary, your base running sucks, your fielding is inconsistent, and you have a bad attitude. I really don’t care what your batting average is, you need to go. The trade deadline is 4 pm and there are rumors about a possible trade with the Marlins. I don’t care where he goes or who we get, just get rid of this bum!

 Auntie Teacher is lurking. When I try to tell her something she says “I know, I read your blog.” Maybe leave a comment once in awhile, huh?  Would it kill ya?

Ten Things Tuesday

 I’m at the lake with my family. I drove up early yesterday and played with them all day so I had no time to write. The entire Chili family is sleeping right now and my guess is they will be at least for the next two hours. It’s quiet so I will give you my ten things now;

1. The Bean said yesterday that I should post about the ten ways I have been torturing her and her sister all day. Is it torture to pretend you are going to throw small children in the lake? What she calls torture, I call small gestures of love. I did not smack your butt, I gave it a love tap! Ok, it was torture to tell Punkin that I was going to drink the entire Mocha Latte with out giving her any. In the end I shared.

2. It is very nice up here. It’s been awhile since I have been up here and I forgot how great the view is.

3. The kids painted my toes. Each kid got one foot. Really, they don’t look to bad.

4. The football has been well used. Bean played with me a`lot. Interesting that when the ball is thrown right at her she is fine. Thrown high and coming down on her she is scared. I asked her what that was about and she said she was afraid it was going to land on her head and hurt her. We worked on keeping the ball in front of her, not directly over her and I told her that it only hurts for a few seconds then it feels better if she does get it with it so no worries.

5. While throwing, Uncle Chili commented that my mechanics were off and gave me some pointers. Today, my arm is sore.

6. My ear hurts too. I took a blow from Mr. Chili’s elbow while fighting for the ball. It wouldn’t have been so bad if I didn’t have my glasses on.

7. The water is choppy. It’s a big lake plus lots of boats. Kinda like being on the ocean. The wind actually took me all the way back in.

This shot was taken in the evening, after the wind calmed a bit.

8. My lips got burned. I lost my chapstick AKA “lips.” I don’t loose stuff. I don’t know what is going on. I lost my nail clippers too. We tried to find me some new lips up here but no luck. I’ll go back to the store where I bought it when I get home.

9. I wonder what they are talking about?

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10. I almost forgot! This one should have been number one but I am leaving it here. My first plan was to come up here this Friday. I asked the boss(not to be confused with my friend Boss) for the day off, he said sure. I called him back the next day and said I needed to pick a different day because Friday is the day of the overdose vigil. He said I didn’t have to go, I said I wanted to. I said maybe I would take Tuesday or Wednesday off. He said to take Monday off so I would have a long weekend. Yeah, that would be great but I have way to much stuff to do on Monday so no. So Monday rolls around, I see him at the office and I say that I would like to take both days off. “Auntie! I don’t care! Do whatever you want!” Sometimes he can be a real pain (so can I!) and some days he is the most laid back guy I know.

 I am missing drug court today. The judge is going to be really cranky today. We lost the series to the yanks and have also lost the last two to the Los Angeles Angels of where ever the hell they are from. Mr. Traitor isn’t due back till next week though. Stay tuned, this is going to be good.

What Kind Of Blogging Friends Are You!?

Why has no one called me out on the typo in the title of my last post? What. Ever.

And, I should have written bye instead of buy. Really people! Jeeze!

I So Sick Of This Guy

 I hate when he does that with his arms! Then he just stands there for a bit, then he starts walking to first. By the time he gets halfway down the baseline he will start to jog. Sometimes the ball does not go out of the park. Because of his antics, he ends up with a single instead of a double. He is a cocky bastid. The last straw for me was when he pushed the old dude in the clubhouse because he didn’t get what he wanted. You just don’t do that. 

 Now he is running his mouth about wanting to be traded! Good! Buh-buy!

 Trade him! Trade him! Please, no comments about what a great athlete he is. I don’t care. Part of what I love about the Sox is their (usually) good attitude and sportsmanship. This guy is a selfish, lazy, egomaniac. 

 You can go here to vote. It won’t make a difference but it made me feel better to do it anyway. It won’t let me take you right to the survey, just scroll down, you will see it.

 

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…Should You Choose To Accept It…

 

No real guns will be used.

 

 

 I have been asked to go on a really important mission. I can’t say that much about it but I will say that it involves a small amount of danger and that if I get caught, I am to lie. I am so not a fan of lying but it absolutely essential in this case so as to keep me from getting my ass kicked or worse. Make no mistake, I will lie.

 When I go on this mission, I am going to call the Room-Mate and tell her I am there and when I leave. Also, she will know where I am and what to do if she does not receive a phone call in a reasonable amount of time. I was going to do it this afternoon however I think first thing in the morning, like 5 AM, will yield better results. 

 This is not a joke. When I was asked to do this mission I was filled with adrenalin. Did I spell that right or is there an “e” at the end? Anyway, I am super excited and not one bit nervous. 

 Also, the camera on my iphone will be used. I researched my mission and discovered that there is more work involved than I first thought. The best way for me to get in and out quickly is to take pictures on the down low.

 I’ll let you know how it turns out.

 

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A Change Of Plans

 

 This weekend I was planning on… Well, I wasn’t really sure. I thought I might head up to the lake with the Chilis or maybe just stay home and lay by the pool. My week involves so much planning and driving that I decided I just wanted to wake up and see what I felt like doing. 

 One of my bestist buds called. She was on her way home to NY from Canada and decided to stop for a day or two in Ogunquit. I don’t get to see her very often so I couldn’t miss this chance.

 I dragged the Room-Mate up there with me and we had a great day!

 

My Best Friend and her girlfriend

 

Me and my shadow

 While we were there, I sugessted to the Room-Mate that we stop and get some steamers. She thought that was a good idea and cooked them up with some beer and fresh basil. Yummy!

I Need An Intervention

 

I take mine with no whip.

 

 

 The woman at Dunks handed me my latte, looked in my bag and said “Glazed today?”

“No?”

She looked again.

” It was upside down. Have a good day, honey!”

 

 

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Bird Brain

 Sometimes I have a crappy day. Today was one of them. The day started with torrential downpours that forced me to pull over for about 20 minutes. I really shouldn’t complain though. My area got off pretty easy, others, not so much.

 Then I had a tough client. All I am going to say is that I don’t deal well with lying, whining, or inability to take responsibility for ones behaviors. In addition to that, staff rubbed me the wrong way today. The cherry on top was that was that I didn’t get any lunch today. All that adds up to one cranky Auntie.

 I was with aforementioned client for three and a half hours today. I was trying to get her placed. I couldn’t very well just ditch her on the side of the road. Most of the time was spent in the car waiting for return phone calls. This guy paid us a visit;

 

 Why, you may ask, is there a bird sitting on my rear view mirror? Seeds! I was eating them and dropping them out the window!

 As you can see, some of them stuck to the window. I wanted to see if he was going to try to get them off. He didn’t. He did show his displeasure by showing me his backside.

 

 Then he flew off.

 I feel better now, I vented to Chili on the way home and I made myself a nice slab of bovine on the BBQ.

Don’t Mess With The Law

 I really look forward to every other Wednesday now. It’s drug court day. I go every week but Mr. Traitor only comes every other week. Here is how the day unfolded;

 Mr. Traitor got called up. As soon as his name was called, a grin came upon the judges face. (As a side note I would like to say that the judge is a very handsome older gentleman. He has a wicked cute smile and he is usually an upbeat kinda guy. Plus, it is clear he really cares about the folks that come into his court room and he really thinks about what is in their best interest. That in of itself is very attractive to me. He is not on a power trip, that is so unattractive to me. I may even go so far as to say that I would pick him as a secret boyfriend.)

“Mr. Traitor, it’s going to be an interesting weekend!”

 For those of you who don’t know, the Sox are playing the Yankees this week. Duh!

“Yes Sir, it is.”

“I’ll make a deal with you. If your team sweeps the Sox, I will allow you to wear your Yankees shirt in my court room.”

“Ok. How about two out of three?”

“Two out of three? Sure!” The judge is clearly very confidant the Sox are going to sweep.

“Your honor? How about if the Yankees sweep you have to wear a Yankees shirt to court?” Ms. PO said.

 People, I thought I was going to poop in my pants when she said that! The judge said nothing. He glared at her. She looked nervously at him, then the audience. Back at him, then the audience. The silence and tension seemed to last forever. My mouth was wide open and my eyes were big. I wondered if he would hold her in contempt. Finally he said “Ms. PO, how is Mr. Traitor doing this week?” I wonder if he gave her a talking to after court let out..

 I have a lot of respect for this woman. She is really good at what she does. In that moment I decided she earned some more. She had the balls to hit him where it hurts, to make him put his money where his mouth is. He didn’t bite though. Would I? No way. You will never catch me in a Yankees shirt. Ever.