The Chances of Working Tonight are... Remote!

No matter how many times I heard the old Foxwoods jingle, I never got tired of it. I really miss it playing on NESN between innings; although, I did find the Lephrechaun and Wizard of Oz versions annoying. NESN's perfect commercial lineup between innings would be: the original Foxwoods "Wonder of it All" song, the Giant Glass jingle sing-a-long, the Jeep Liberty "Rock Me Gently" commercial, and (time permitting) the Red Roof Inn ads.

I've had the "Wonder of it All" stuck in my head for the past couple of days, because my mom, brother, Nick and I are going to see Billy Joel at the casino on Saturday. It was only this morning that I realized that the concert's at Mohegan Sun and not Foxwoods. When we arrive at the casino tomorrow, I had planned to turn to my family and say, "Let's pop the cork, and make it happen!" but sadly, that is no longer the plan. I guess I'll have to resort to my back up line and coerce my mom into playing black jack by telling her, "only the good die young."

Nantucket Dread

Yikes. I've seen 2 men willingly walking around Boston in Nantucket Red pants today. I guess Memorial Day has more than one unwritten wardrobe color rule... Thankfully neither pair of pants had little lobsters, hunting dogs or anchors embroidered all over them.
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Powdery Fresh

This is going to sound unbelievable, but I'm riding the 9 back home and the bus actually smells great. Normally it's fantastic if the bus doesn't smell like a hairy overweight man on a summer day. In this case, the bus smells like the inside of that store Lush. (A soap store on Newbury St). It seems like the public transportation gods are on my side tonight. Just not the wind and/or underwear gods.
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Bad Day to Dress Like a Librarian

When I walked out my door this morning, the sun immediately warmed my shoulders and legs. "Ah, another nice day," I thought as I strolled down Broadway. As soon as I had walked about a block to the bus stop, a bus arrived and I hopped on thinking what good luck I was having this morning. The bus wasn't overly crowded and we didn't get stuck at too many red lights. Having made it to Broadway in record time, the train pulled into the station just as I had stepped onto the platform. "Today's going to be a great day," I thought. The stars are perfectly aligned.

I got off at Downtown Crossing and was simultaneously fishing around in my bag for my Dunkin Donuts card while walking down Arch Street, when a gust of wind blew my skirt completely up over my head. Even more unfortunate than showing dozens of commuters my underwear, was the fact that I was wearing my librarian themed underwear that I received as a gag for my bachelorette party that has the following printed on the read end:


In the end, I have to say the public humiliation (and free public service announcement) was a small price to pay for a 10 minute morning commute. Today's outlook has been only been slightly downgraded from "great" to "good."

Smells like Teen and Young Adult Fiction

Thank you to Anali who alerted me to the fact that there's a perfume designed to smell like a library, appropriately called "In the Library."

Having spent a lot of time in libraries, I'm mildly surprised that there's a demand for this scent. Capturing the myriad of smells the library has to offer in a single spritz would be difficult for even the most seasoned chemists. For example, if it had been called, "In the Reference Section," this fragrance would be geared towards the introvert who would like to smell dusty with a casual hint of mildew. "At the Reference Desk," would be a pine scent for the curious yet uncertain. And for those who wanted to smell like nothing at all, there's "In Government Documents," because no brave soul has ever gone to this section (usually located somewhere in the bowels of the library), and returned to tell about it.

Final Fundraising Tally!

I wanted to thank everyone who donated to my 2008 Boston Marathon charity team, Team Eye and Ear. My original goal was $3,000, which was the minimum required to race. As the months went by though, and donations came in from my family, friends, & co-workers, I suddenly met and surpassed $3000, $4000, and then $5000! The grand total ended up being $5,845! Unbelievable! I am overwhelmed by everyone's generosity and am happy to report that the money will be benefiting one of the best hospitals in the country- the Massachusetts Eye & Ear Infirmary. I hope to raise $5,846 for MEEI in 2009!

Training for a marathon is extremely time consuming and often dictates your weeknights and weekends, whether you like it or not. I'd like to thank my husband, Nick, who not only assisted with my fundraising efforts, but also had to wake up extra early to our alarm every Saturday morning. If waking up to an alarm (and then sometimes a snooze alarm 9 minutes later) at 6:00 am on 12 consecutive Saturday's and not complaining about it isn't love, then I'm not sure what is.

Why does the cat want a cheezburger?

Usually if someone has to explain the joke, the humor ends up being lost in the explanation; however, I am willing to risk that for the sake of clarification. I cannot understand what's funny, or even slightly humorous, about the "LOL Cats" phenomenon. What am I missing?