Saturday, January 30, 2010

It's Almost TIme

Sure, the temperature may be hovering around zero. Yes, I have ice in my driveway. Ofcourse, wearing polar fleece is the only way I can get through a day. Yet today is the day that the Red Sox tickets started to go on sale.
I missed the morning login time due to Tae Kwon Do and dance classes, but that didn't stop the man of the house from trying.
There is nothing more frustrating than trying to access the ticket sales site on this day. You can be logged on for hours and never even make it to the "virtual waiting room". If you by some miracle make it past there, you find out that most games have already sold out.
I refuse to have to sell a kidney just to see a game. We have fun when we go to The Futures At Fenway. It's really all about being able to spend the day at THE park. Well, for Alana it's more about the food.
It turns out that Dave got tickets to not one, but two games against Toronto. It will be a weekend in Boston I guess. I hope the kiddo doesn't mention to her dad that she likes the food at the stadium in Toronto better.
So, boys...we'll see you in September.

Sunday, January 24, 2010

I'm A Changed Woman

I was never really one for video games. Sure, when Zelda first came out I got caught up in it, but I stopped and walked away when I realized how much time I could lose while following that little guy around. The man and kid have their games that they are into. I'd watch for a bit, but never got the urge to pick up a controller. Guess that has changed. One of my online buds (okay, Lin) has talked up her Wii. Kind of caught my interest. Started reading reviews about it on the web. Tried it out at the store. Home it came. Got it hooked up and running much more quickly than I had anticipated. First try was boxing at the beginner's level. Knockout. So, if I've been bad about keeping up with my blog lately, I'm thinking it might just get worse.

Sunday, January 3, 2010

Things change

Every year as the Holidays approach, Alana and I head to Yankee Candle for her annual picture with Santa. I've done it every year since she came home. This year she decided that it really wasn't something she was interested in. Oh sure, I could have pushed the issue and maybe played some guilt, but I let it go. Seems like I am reminded on a regulat basis that my baby is now more of a young lady.