Baseball

When I was 15 or 16, I was obsessed with the New York Mets. Absolutely obsessed. I watched every game I could, and if I couldn't watch the game (more than half the games were broadcast on a pay cable channel that we didn't get), I listened to it on WFAN. I also listened to the pre and post game radio shows. And the post post game call in show. I read all the articles about the games in the next morning's papers (local and the NY Post which my dad always brought home with him from working in the city).

The obsession has faded over the years. I couldn't for the life of me name the 2007 Mets starting line up. But I admit, in mid-September with a 6.5 game lead in the NL East, I'm staring to get Mets-fever again.

I truly believe this is their year. If there's any such thing as heaven, my dad's up there pulling strings to insure the Mets are going to kick some ass this year.

Fall

Growing up, we lived very close to my high school. On cool, crisp fall days we could hear the marching band playing during half-time of the football games. It wasn't loud - much more like background noise than anything else. The beat of the drums was the most identifiable sound.

My new condo is several blocks from a high school. In the mornings before work I can hear the marching band practicing. The sound brings me back to cool temps, falling leaves and the innocence of my childhood.

Its a nice way to start the day.

Now with more than just knitting content!

I have neglected this poor little blog for much too long. I'm still knitting, but I guess I just don't feel motivated to talk about it so much. I recently finished a sock. The pair shall be a slightly belated birthday present for a friend. I haven't cast on for the second sock yet, but I probably should do so soon before second sock syndrome sets in. I'm also nearly finished with a baby blanket for my best friend from law school's first child. I started it in January. He was born in April. Here it is September and I'm still not done. But heck, they live in Virginia and its still hot there. The baby wouldn't have much use for a wool blanket in the summer anyway!

I can justify anything. Its a real gift.

I am DYING for a Karmann Ghia. I don't know anything about car restoration or maintenance and probably will end paying someone else a ton of money to restore one for me, but I have to have one. See, my grandma had a '73 (I think) green Ghia coupe. My brother and I used to play in that car all the time. We were fascinated by the fact that the engine was in the trunk. We'd take turns sitting in the driver's seat and turning the dials of the radio and tapping on the gear shift. We were too short to reach the pedals, which is probably the only reason we were allowed to play in the car. My grandma died when I was 11. I BEGGED my mom and my grandpa to keep the car for me for when I turned 16. But my stupid Uncle Jimmy thought it should be sold. Some lucky Ghia enthusiast got that gorgeous car.

Yes, after 21 years, I am still bitter.

Maybe I should email my uncle and tell him he needs to find me one since he deprived me of my grandma's. If only it were that easy........

Anyway, every few months I get the Karmann Ghia bug up my butt and I spend hours trolling ebay and Craigslist. One of these days, I'll buy one.

According to Steve Stucker on channel 4 its Be Nice to Lawyers Day.

My mom & I went to Indian Market today. I am sunburned beyond belief and exhausted from the heat and all the walking around. I had fun tho. My mom bought me a new ring and I had to talk her out of buying me a painting by an artist who's paintings I have coveted since I first saw them at Taos Pueblo in 1998. I absolutely love this woman's work, but none of the pieces she had today really spoke to me. We see her at least once a year at events like Indian Market, so I'm hoping next time she has something I love and my mom is still feeling generous :)

Tomorrow my brother & SIL find out if I'm going to get a niece or a nephew. My money is on boy. I'm psyched to finally know if I should buy this and this in pink or blue.

I was driving home from work the other day, going north on 5th Street, and I saw a firetruck, a couple police cars and a little gray hatchback with no hood all in the parking lot of the district attorney's building. I sorta wondered what had happened, but I didn't give it much thought.

Yesterday I was driving home from work, going north on 5th Street, and I saw a firetruck, a couple police cars and a little gray hatchback with no hood all in the parking lot of the district attorney's building. I thought "why is that car still there?" Then I looked to my right and saw tons of people and cameras on the sidewalk.

Boy, did I feel dumb! I actually for about 30 seconds thought that something was really going on! I drove slowly past and noticed that the police cars said "Indiana Police" on the door. Duh.

So after some searching (and recalling all the signs around downtown that say "IPS" with arrows), I discovered that they were filming "In Plain Sight," a series for USA about witness protection. I'll have to Tivo it when it airs so I can see that damn hatchback that plagued me!