My Blackberry is back. And all is right with the world.
THANKS JENNA!!!!!!!!
PHI 30, CLE 10
Alright. So no long analysis. We did what we needed to do. Now we just need a little help from Minnesota or San Diego next week. And we gotta take it to the Skins. This is all very interesting. We are so still in the hunt.
Record: 8-5-1
Damn that “1”
Analogies and exes… and I still don’t have my phone
Getting relationship advice from someone you used to date is like taking self defense classes from a man who used to beat you.
Yes it is. It’s just like that.
I was recently in a situation where I really liked a boy, but things didn’t work out quite the way I’d hoped. I was talking to an ex about it this afternoon and he gave me the old, “Well, you deserve to have someone who really wants to be with you and recognizes how special you are. You’re such a good catch… and don’t ever settle…” Blah blah blah.
And it took everything I had in me not to fire back with, “Someone who really wants to be with me, huh?… And recognizes how special I am?… Kinda like you did?”
I think we all have those platitudes we dole out to our friends to help them cope with difficult situations…
You’re too good for him/her
It’s his/her loss
He/she will realize what a big mistake they made… Watch
But most, if not all of it, is crap. Most times when relationships end it’s because one person just couldn’t see making a long term commitment to the other. Bottom line. And the last thing you want to hear at a time like that is the last person who made you feel like crap telling you what you need to do to find happiness. To complete my earlier analogy, it’s like sparring with the former abuser and having him tell you that all you ever needed was to learn how to duck.
“If you’d have learned to duck when we were together, I wouldn’t have given you so many black eyes. Now keep those elbows close to your body and open up that stance. We can’t have you getting hurt again…”
I know it may be a stretch, but I’m a fan of analogies nonetheless. I got it honest. If you knew my Pop you’d understand ;) All this to say, that I appreciate the effort, hon but considering the source — your pep talk was not the business.
It’s been 10-and-a-half hours since I lost my Blackberry.
Crack Withdrawal Pt. I — I need a hit
It’s 6:09 a.m.
9 minutes since I realized I lost my Blackberry.
This is a photo of my Blackberry during the good times. It’s actually from a blog I never posted called “Never leave home without them — my Crackberry and my set list.” So much for that…
I’m sitting at the gate ready to fly back home and I’m looking through my bookbag for my ‘medicine.’ Crackberry… where are you? I looked in the small pouch in front where my camera and my keys are. Looked in the miedum size zip compartment and in the large one.
No Blackberry.
I stood up and checked my pockets. Felt myself up pretty good. Looked in my sweatshirt and my puffy coat. No luck. I exhaled and I saw my life flash before my eyes. Every club/booker contact, tons of old friends… I’m not even sure I know my mom’s cell number. Never needed to know it as long as I know how to spell Mom. M-O-M. I asked the lady sitting across from me if she’d be so kind as to call my phone in case I was just overlooking it in the bag. I knew it was on full volume because I just used it to wake myself up. She called me.
But my bag didn’t ring.
It’s 6:21 a.m.
She allowed me to use her cell so that I could call the hotel and see if I left it in the room or at the front desk when I checked out. It wasn’t at the desk. And the operator told me she’d have housekeeping check the room when they got in. “What time is that?” I asked. “Soon,” she said.
I can’t wait ’til soon.
It’s 6:37 a.m.
And now I understand why they tell recovering addicts to cut off their friends who are still using. It’s too hard to watch someone do the drug you love and not indulge. The man sitting in the chair next to me is on his Blackberry right now. I’m trying to be discrete but I can’t stop looking at it. Maybe I should get up and move. Distance myself from the poison. Or maybe… I could ask him to let me touch it.
It’s 6:40 a.m.
I asked the nice woman across from me if I could borrow her phone once more so that I could try and call it again. This time someone answers. It’s Jenna. The manager from the club that dropped me off at the airport. Duh. I didn’t even think I took the phone out in the car. She said she would overnite it to me. All is well with the world…
But wait…
Overnite it? That means I won’t have it until sometime tomorrow. How am I gonna make it ’til tomorrow? Oh God.
It’s 6:43 a.m.
I have to get on the plane now. I don’t anticipate this being a good day. Stay tuned for updates.
To Be Continued…
What time is it?!? It’s SANTA Time!
That’s right people. I took my annual Christmas photo today. Ironically, I took it in the same place I took last years photo, Keystone Mall in Indianapolis.
Why do me and Santa look like lovers? Haha… This year’s Santa looks a whole lot healthier than last year’s.
You have no idea how many people thought this photo was a joke. I was accused of Photoshopping Santa into the photo. All kinds of random stuff. Below are some of the Myspace comments I received about 2007 Santa.
October 8, 2008 4:45 PM
This picture looks proportionally challenged. Wtf? Santa is a friggin’ shrimp! LOL!December 21, 2007 11:35 AM
were you digitally put into this picture? haha or was santa?!December 19, 2007 7:32 AM
that santa scares me why is he so red, like demon santaDecember 18, 2007 4:05 PM
Santa looks a little feeble, did he know where he was?December 17, 2007 6:18 PM
why aren’t you on his lap?
I talked to the staff at the photo set-up and they remembered last year’s Santa and we all laughed about it. They told me he was 82 years old… Hahaha… he looked every second of it. Poor thing. ’08 Santa was jolly and looked healthy and was lots of fun. We took a bunch of photos… It was like a real photo shoot ;) Not sure what it is about having my picture taken with Santa that excites me so… but I guess I’m still a kid a heart ;)
Which photo do you think I should use for the cards? Option #1 or #2?
Yo, I’ll trade you my Jeter for that Obama
OK, so this isn’t news, because it isn’t new… But I meant to post on this a while back. I bookmarked the pages and then forgot all about it, so here goes catching up. Upper Deck did a series of trading cards for all the presidential candidates during the primaries. Here are a few in case you haven’t seen them:
They’re really good — based on classic baseball trading cards — or so I’m told ;) They did John Edwards and Guiliani — two people who I almost forgot even ran for president this year. But I just realized there’s no Hillary. Hmmm… But what I hadn’t seen and came across today — hence the reason for this blog — was the card that came out after the election. Below is I guess what would be Obama’s rookie card.
Again I think it’s very cool collectors item. Politics and sports are two of my favorite things (check this link if you haven’t seen it). And any combination of the two is a winner in my book. ;) I can’t hate on this one. ;)
Airplane Venom, Pt. II
To the turd that was seated in 15-D on American Airlines Flt. 1624 to Chicago O’Hare on Wednesday evening, I have one word for you — Valium.
Best I can tell, you’re taking a nap now, and I swear I’m so tempted to get up and take a photo of you once the fasten seatbelt sign goes off. I might just. But what I’m definitely gonna do, if I can catch you on the way off the plane, is give you one of my postcards so that you can read this blog once I post it. I used to be scared to do asshole-ish stuff like that… Like right now in this moment, the conservative Erin hologram on my left shoulder is whispering in my ear and saying, “Leave it alone, E. Yeah, that guy was a douche, but don’t stoop to his level.” But the bitchy Erin on my right shoulder is screaming in my ear and saying, “Get him, E! This is great for the act. Plus it’ll serve as equilibrium for punking out on that flight from O’Hare to Baltimore a couple weeks ago.
Now I know none of you know what the heck I’m talking about so here’s the background…
I was having a fine day. Found a laundry room at the hotel and did laundry so I didn’t have to travel to Indy with dirty clothes. Got to LAX and returned the rental car with plenty of time to spare. My bag which I was positive was gonna be overweight came in at 49.5 pounds. And my large tube of Extra Dry Skin Curel made it thru airport security — What? I get a little ashy when I fly. :)
I boarded the plane and put my bookbag under the seat in front of me. I also had a small plastic bag with a sweatshirt I bought in the airport and my coat. I put the coat and the plastic bag in the bin above my head. About 5-10 minutes after I’m all settled, an older gentleman a few rows ahead of me asks if he can move my sweatshirt and coat to a bin a little forward of his seat so that he could fit his bag in the one over my head. OK, dude. Sure. Thought nothing of it, put my iPod on. About 2 or 3 minutes after that the aforementioned douche a few rows up starts having a tantrum about how a coat and a bag mysteriously “jumped into” his compartment. He said something to the effect of “I was trying to make room for a real bag.” — which of course meant ‘his’ carry-on suitcase. I told him it was mine, but explained that I didn’t move it. Then he started huffing and puffing about not wanting to “be in charge of everyone’s stuff.” WTF, right? So I said, “What do u mean be in charge of it? Just close the… bin!” Now the ellipses are important because they show you where and how I edited myself. I didn’t see any kids, but my reflexive profanity would have still been inappropriate I’m sure. Continue reading →
Manana on Bob and Tom
Hey y’all, If you’re in a Bob & Tom radio market, tune in during tomorrow morning’s show. I’ll be on with Bob, Tom, Chick & Kristi for big fun. I’ll have to dig up the clips from the last time I did the show and post them. We had a ball. I made Tom spit tea thru his nose. Of course it’s radio so you can’t see that. But you can totally hear it. ;)
The cool thing now is that they videotape and air the Bob & Tom shows on TV on WGN each nite at midnite. I’m not sure if shows air the same nite or the next nite or what… but I’ll let you know what my sleuthing uncovers so we can all tune in. I’m definitely not complaining… but radio was the last bastion of “it-doesn’t-matter-what-you-look-like-ness” in the world of entertainment. Now you gotta actually brush your hair and look presentable for radio. What is the world coming to? ;)
Bob and Tom site: http://www.bobandtom.com