Post-season accollades...

Congrats to David Wright and Carlos Beltran for earning their second and third respective golden glove awards. Quite an accomplishment given the number of decent third and center fielders in the game. If only for each golden glove a team received translated into a slash in the win column. Then the entire post-season script would have been rewritten and we would have celebrated as our team rode over the Verrazano bridge waving their bats to a Killers anthem. (Who, by the way, are coming to NYC January 25th.)


Oh well, there's always next year.

Wordless Wednesday...

Dear Santa,

Due to the nature of the corrupt leaders, businesses and people in recent times, I am led to believe that my own, personal actions over the past year qualify me to be a viable candidate for the "nice" list. Please consider my Christmas list, which can be found below. The items are in no particular order.

Should you have any problems with the files or have trouble locating any of the items, please do not hesitate to contact me.

Thank you so much for your time and enjoy your day!
Shan

...updated for 2009, of course...

Love this...

I have to give a shout out to this mom blogger (who coincidentally is helping me out with work). Her blog is so funny [and organized] and very well-researched. I had to reference today's post to share with you [because, quite frankly, I didn't do this research and it includes some freebies! woo hoo!]...

Chefdruck Musings: Tasty Tuesday - Voting Edition

Chefdruck Musings: Tasty Tuesday - Voting Edition#links

In the spirit of the season (election season, that is)...

A house divided...

We made it through a rough heartbreaking baseball season. Fast forward to football season (nine weeks in now). I've learned very quickly that Sunday mornings are to be spent relaxed and relatively quiet. Don't disrupt 3M's thought process. Don't ask too many questions about anything. Just enjoy the company because in a few hours all hell will break loose. Expletives will fly and objects may be slammed and/or thrown. I've actually suggested that 3M visit the Smash Shack to let out his frustrations...sometimes he underestimates his strength as he slams down the butter knife onto my favorite purple plate. :(

You see, 3M is an avid Bills fan. Don't ask him how or why a native New Jersey-ian developed a passion for B-Lo, but he does. I think he enjoys the drama.

Today was a crucial game. AFC east rivals, my Jets versus his Bills. It was a sloppy game with turnovers and missed field goals; however, Brett and the boys pulled out a much-needed win. I don't think I'll gloat [too much].

Saturday haiku...

Foliage

sweater, jeans and boots

it's the perfect autumn day

to watch some football

Can I have "it's a small world after all" for $1000?...

You know that commercial where it shows people all over the nation - in the barber shop, at the local sports bar, in their own homes - yelling at the TV - "Marsupial!" only for the contestant to answer "what is a mammal"? Well a similar situation happened tonight. The answer in response to the category "Request" something like "my ring tone to this trio's hit song 'Bootylicious' just keeps me begging to hear the entire thing."

No one knew it. No one even guessed. No thumbs convulsing like crazy. Was there a cricket in the room, I wonder? But it's even more frustrating when you [sort of but not really at all] know the contestant. I was yelling like Edith could hear me - "Destiny's Child! C'mon you knooow this one, Edith! DC - Destiny's Child." I was telepathically unsuccessful at contacting her via the TV. She ended up fairing well, second place. She held her own. I think if she would have connected with me that would have been the turning point. The momentum would have then been in her court and she would be coming back to Alex tomorrow. Oh well. Most people can only hope for 15 minutes of fame and here she is with 22.

P.S. - The missing link here is 3M's former boss, the sports information director at Fordham University. Edith is his wife. Small world, eh?