Jeter swallows

I spent yesterday evening at Ameriquest Field, cheering on the Rangers and, of course, jeering the demonic Yankees. I had planned ahead, packing a nice set of Reefs, white linen pants and my navy blue YANKEES SUCK shirt. I had worn it to a 2005 Rangers game and received quite a few compliments, so it is clearly well-received in this town. Much like another town I know.

So when I was confronted by an employee who asked me to remove the shirt before I even entered the stadium, I was clearly appalled. I compromised and agreed to just fold the shirt up so that the "SUCKS" was covered. It was demoralizing to have to pose as a hobag belly-baring Yankees fan, but how else is a girl supposed to get to her seat?

As soon as I got inside I took my shirt back down and sat back to enjoy an evening of ballpark food, good company and all-American Yankees-bashing.

All of a sudden, Don Ritter, our elderly section monitor, was hastily climbing collapsible stadium seats to reach me, at which point he asked me to cover up my shirt.

Sounded to me like he wanted to see some skin. So I obliged.

Periodically throughout the game (which, by the way, was very reminiscent of the heartbreak of Red Sox / Yankees games), Don would catch my eye and motion for me to hike up my shirt. I was quite taken aback by his cheekiness, but went with it.

Somewhere around the 7th inning stretch, however, I got daring:

In the end, the Rangers lost. But it was a fantastically close game, AND I got to piss off some old people.

my progress in the fight against global warming, part III

Victory #1: I began meager training regimen for hiking trip to Peru: running in the mid-afternoon Texas sun. While I was unable to run the entire 3+ miles, I consider walking/running for 30 minutes without passing out in a puddle of my own perspiration to be a win in itself.

Victory #2: By the time I crawled back to my front door, I had in my arms 2 flattened soda cans, 1 regular sized Big Red bottle and a 2-liter bottle of 7UP! Now who throws a 2L bottle out their car window, and what series of events must happen for such ridiculousness to occur?

BIG news

While I know you are all salivating at the idea of poring through my 1200 pictures, I have not yet organized, uploaded or titled any of them, so you will have to wait a little longer. (Don't worry, I will get it done at the very latest before leaving for Peru on Aug 2. The thought of sorting through more than 2000 photos at once is daunting even for me.)

In the meantime, a warm and fuzzy bedtime story that will have special meaning for my fellow height-challenged peers.

Today I went to the doctor to get my immunization records, new prescriptions and pre-grad school check-up. You know, using up the nonrefundable $364.96 left in my Health Spending Account for frivolous non-emergencies.

The appointment proceeded normally - I removed my shoes, stepped on the standard jiggly height/weight machine, got weighed (weight was the same as it always is, leading me to believe that I should give up the whole working out thing)...

Now for the kicker.

I turned around and faced away from the extendable metal yardstick while the attendant took my height.

"Okay," she said, indicating I could step down. Then, quietly to herself, as she recorded my measurement, "5-4."

"UM - 5 foot 4? Are you serious??"

I HAVE GROWN AN ENTIRE INCH SINCE LAST YEAR. Someone should study me (and pay me accordingly) to uncover the secret to undergoing a second growth spurt. I just hope this puberty thing stops at increased height. I would hate to have to revert to wearing fake Doc Martens with shorts and oversized glasses again.

feeling the burn

too tired to think of a title

yes, i'm back. yes, i had the time of my life in Europe. yes, my pix are on the web (but w/o captions so you aren't allowed to see yet!).

however, i have been stuck in jury duty for the past 2 days (yes, i was chosen!)
and i am mentally exhausted. also, having just this evening experienced rock climbing for the first time in my life, my arms are too tired to type.

more to follow soon (i hope!).