It's Not You, It's Me.....Or Is It?

I cannot continue to date 2008's beau because he told me he wears bicycle shorts while riding his bike. I also would never be able to attend a sporting event with him for fear of him orchestrating a drunken brawl.

It would never work out with the Cleveland spring training game doot I met last year because I would always want his friend, Relish, instead.

Most Imaginative Director Alive Today

His movies are quirky, detailed, thought provoking--they attach themselves to your heart strings and don't let go. His characters are hilarious yet sad, sometimes in despair but still intelligent, extremely witty and very funny. His sets are intricate, everything thought out to the last detail and everything is perfect. He has made 5 movies and the moment after I finish his latest work of art, I find myself wanting more right away....

Wes Anderson, you are one of my heros....your films touch me the way they are meant to...

Words of Wisdom

These are choice words of wisdom garnered from a commencement address and they affect me every time I read them:

"Again, you can't connect the dots looking forward, you can only connect them looking backwards.  So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future.  You have to trust in something--your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever.  This approach has never let me down, and it has made an the difference in my life."

"Don't lose faith.  You've got to find what you love.  And that is as true for your work as it is for your lovers.  Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work.  And the only way to do great work is to love what you do.  If you haven't found it yet, keep looking.  Don't settle.  As with all matters of the heart, you'll know when you find it.  And like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on.  So keep looking until you find it.  Don't settle."

Get well soon Mr. Jobs.

Goals & Aspirations 1-13

1. I want to be rich so I can live in Ireland and take care of my family and have a big ranch with a couple cows, a smattering of chickens, a dozen dogs, a couple of cats, a couple sheep, a pig or two, a beautiful garden and an underground darkroom.

2. I want to take my Dad on a fly fishing trip, somewhere he's never fished before.  I'm thinking Idaho.

3. I want to take my Mom on a trip to Ireland like she did for me when I was in college.  I think I was a little too young back then to appreciate the mother-daughter time and would like to repay her with another trip, this time with my heart in the right place.

4. I want to find Igor, Janos and Bruno and snog them like I should've done last summer.

5. I want to write a novel, the title being a large backwards K on the cover but on the New York Times Bestseller List it will be listed as Struck Out Looking.

6. I want to meet Sandy Koufax & Tim Tebow, but each for different reasons.

7. I want my own radio show.

8. I want to take my sister on a trip to Australia for a month.

9. I want to forgive certain boys who weren't very nice to me in the end.

10. I want to publish an entire book of my personal photography.

11. I want to become a philanthropist and furnish all schools around the world with books.

12. I want to become a teacher and take a group of kids to European countries every summer.

13. I would like to pay off all of my debt in a timely manner.

Sloppy Seconds

I have left baseball once before and I swore I would never go back....Billy Beane broke my heart and I didn't think I could ever forgive him or the game he so orchestrated....and I honestly believe I will never return to it at the level I used to maintain....that isn't because of my personal choices, more because of how the game has changed.  As the first games are being played this week to open up the 2009 season I find myself being strangely drawn to it once again.  As of right now I cannot explain why....I think part of the reason is that although my interest has waned, my knowledge has not and when yesterday I found myself engaged in baseball banter over a pint of Guinness I felt something inside of me stir that I decided to finally acknowledge.  Part of the reason might of been the cutie Justin who was politely indulging my rants but the other reason, the main reason is one that I haven't been wanting to admit for some time now....and that is that I just love it....I love talking about it, analyzing it, putting it down....I love talking about players I love and why (Tim Hudson because I witnessed him pretending to give Barry Zito a kiss at a radio show taping and it was the single most awesomest thing ever!!!) and players I hate and why (Dustin Pedroia because he always looks like he needs to take a shower)....I love talking about my outlandish theories (the real reason Alex Rodriguez chose to have season postponing surgery is because he hopes everyone will forget about his highly publicized trysts with Madonna by the time he returns next month, but he is going to discover he is sorely mistaken) and my eternal distaste for the A's organization which I consider to be the "Quad-A" team of the major leagues.

Here's to the 2009 season.  And since I don't have a team anymore, may your team win!

Nebraska Devil

There is a boy who lives in Nebraska who broke my heart 2 months ago.  When I first met him I thought he was cute and funny and I fell in love immediately.  He wasn't the hottest or coolest guy I had ever hung out with but there was just something about him I couldn't explain that drew me to him.  I honest to God wanted to marry him and I'm not even sure I'm the marrying type.

He came to visit and we shared a fabulous couple of days and he went back home and moved in with his girlfriend.  I didn't find out until later (obviously) that he had cheated on his girlfriend with me.  And this is my covert way of letting her know that her bf may not be who she thinks he is.  I wish I could tell her--not for malicious reasons but just because I would want to know if I were her.

Good luck to you both.

R.I.P. Nick Adenhart

I cannot imagine what his parents must be feeling right now....his family, his friends, all those who knew him....I cannot imagine the pain and frustration they must feel...I didn't know him, I hadn't even heard of him until this past week yet the thought of what happened to him still makes me cry....the senselessness....it makes me wonder what the point is, what is the lesson learned here?

My condolences to his family.

Please don't drink and drive.