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Month: March 2009

Look out, PA

I am in dire need of a vacay so the boyfriend and I are planning what could be one of the lamest getaways of all time. Yep, we’re planning a trip to Gettysburg, Pennsylvania. OK, merely typing that made me ooze with lame. But hell, that’s probably the only spot in the contiguous United States that we can agree upon.

He’s never flown on an airplane before therefore the idea of flying is terrifying for him. That means our trip must be within realistic driving distance. I tried to explain to him that flying is so much safer than driving but he can’t get past the thought of hurtling 30,000 feet out of the sky to a fiery death. I guess he doesn’t pay attention to the daily news that always details at least one highway fatality. He’s also against the whole Disney thing but he’d be such a bore there anyway it wouldn’t even be worth it. And I don’t think I could ever convince him the Pro Football Hall of Fame in Canton, Ohio is worthy of a 12-hour drive (I think it is, by the way).

As for me, I’ll pass on a binge-drinking fest. No thanks to a cruise. Keep your [insert party destination here]. I’d rather stay home.

So, as a compromise, I came up with the great idea of taking a trip to Gettysburg. The boyfriend likes all that spooky haunting stuff and I’m a geeky history buff. It’s win-win. We can do one of those nighttime walking tours and then visit all the history museums. And it’s probably around 8 hours of driving (piece of cake!) and CHEAP! I like cheap.

Of course, in order to successfully make the trip, I will have to rent a car. I’d fear crossing state lines into Pennsylvania with my Patriots license plates. Pennsylvanians scare me. Trust me, we have lots of family in Philly. They are scary. Especially when drunk. *shivers*

I really can be a pain in the ass

Have you donated to my sister’s Avon Walk for Breast Cancer yet. She has currently collected $1,066.20 and needs a minimum of $1,800 to participate. So, are you gonna help?

And, as a harrowing reminder:

According to the CDC, in 2005 (the most recent year numbers are available),
* 186,467 women and 1,764 men were diagnosed with breast cancer
* 41,116 women and 375 men died from breast cancer

So guys, remember you’re not immune! For a little perspective, the NFL has 1,696 active players. Imagine, the entire NFL sick with breast cancer. Horrible!

So be a pal and help my sister out.

And if you’re in the Boston area, let me know if you’re interested in my sister’s upcoming “Party for Ta Ta’s” fundraiser.

Crappy crap crap

I love Monday Night Football BUT I hate when the Patriots play it. And now, thanks to Chris Gasper, I know I will have an extra day and a half to wait until the Patriots season starts. The Patriots will play the season Monday night opener vs. the Bills.

Shouldn’t the NFL put 2008 playoff teams in such a visible slot? Are they also going to have the “double-feature” Monday night with the Patriots-Bills game the first of two to be broadcast that night? Could I possibly find something even more trivial to bitch and complain about?

Since I can find something positive in things I don’t like, I am excited to see the Patriots wear their throwback uniforms. They haven’t donned the uniform since Thanksgiving a few years back and I think they should more often.

At Last: Dallas Cowboys release Terrell Owens!

I’m still at work patiently (yeah right) waiting for my last newspaper to be sent to the printer and Fox Sports radio just announced that Terrell Owens has been released from the Dallas Cowboys. All I can say is, “FINALLY!” Of course, it’s after midnight so I can’t find any story of this huge NFL development online but Jay Glazer was just speaking on the radio discussing the release, and you know, if Jay Glazer says it, it’s pretty much a certain.

So where is T.O., a/k/a the “other 81,” going to go? If there are such things as Football Gods, he’d go nowhere. He’s locker room cancer. No, he’s locker room Ebola. He’s a drama queen, an attention whore, a complainer, a whiner…

Today is a glorious day for the Cowboys.

Too bad it’s quarter past midnight because I really wish I could call my dad and tell him this huge story!

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