What, may I ask, is this world coming to?! Not only are the hated turtles in the NCAA final but so is Indiana! For the love of god. Like my friend Anne said "I don't know who to root for, I hate them both." She is right, for us Duke fans it is like picking the lesser of the two evils. Either root for the ACC team or the team that knocked our beloved Blue Devils out of the tournament. Sigh, I am still very bitter over this year's tournament. I think I am still in denial. Hey, it is not just a river in Egypt.

So I am sitting here at Job #2, bored out of my skull. We are not that busy as there are not that many sporting events going on today. Guess I should enjoy it since things will get crazy enough once baseball gets underway tomorrow. I really need to find a new job. Do not get me wrong, I love it here at Job #2 but it would be so nice to only have 1 job to go to. Ugh. Then again, if I actually knew how to manage my money and was not in debt up to my eyeballs I would not have to work two jobs. Blah, the real world sucks.

So off I go, going to try and search the internet for a new job. Cross your fingers and hope I find something half decent that will not require too much of a move (I could not afford it now if I tried!).

Nighty night.

So I jinxed myself. Those God Damn turtles are in the final four. What is this world coming to?! Theoretically (you all know my horrible spelling skills) I should be rooting for them as they are in the ACC. It is just so hard to switch gears from hating a team with all your might to suddenly rooting for them. I honestly have no desire to watch the final this year. Sigh, if only Jason Williams had hit those free throws. Guess I'll have to just wait for next year.

Baseball season is fast approaching. Can't wait for opening day at Camden Yards on Monday. I intend on being, cough cough, sick (wink wink) that day and not going to work. Hey, I deserve it. I can not tell you how many times in the past week my co worker at Job #1 has left early or not been here at all because her kid was sick. Besides, at least on opening day the O's have a chance although this year, I do not know about that. They play the Yankees. Ugh. Who knows, the Birds did relatively well in spring training so maybe they will surprise everyone. Then again, to quote one of my all time favorite movies "And monkees might fly out of my butt".

Started my hockey league last Saturday night. Holy crap was that fun! It was a little frustrating as I had a hard time with the skating drills but towards the end of the hour I started to get the hang of things. Let me tell you one thing, if this does not get me into shape then nothing will! I was so sore Sunday morning I could hardly move. Of course, the big bruise on my butt from one of the times I fell did not help matters at all. The drinking I did Saturday night also helped in easing my pain. We went out for Room mate Marti's birthday. I actually had a good time hanging out with our friend Colleen and Marti's newest man, Matt. Actually this one's been around for some time (over a month) and I think will be staying for a little bit. He's a nice guy but way too quiet.

Until next time.

Due to my being in deep mourning over the last second loss of my beloved Dukies last night, I will not be posting too much. Too distraught to type and don't want to talk about it. As is appropriate in times of mourning, I wore black all day today. Only consolation is that Pitt lost as well and hottie coach Quin Snyder of Missouri won his. Ugh.

I am going to go drink my sorrows away tonight and hope the Terps lose too or else I will never hear the end of it.

Boo-Hoo.

Just noticed that Tuesday was the 90th Birthday of the Girl Scouts. Why is this important, you ask? I was a Girl Scout. Stop your laughing, I was and I went the whole way through from Brownies up to Adult. It was a great opportunity that I am glad I had the chance to participate in. I did many things in the Girl Scouts that I do not think I would have ever had the chance to do otherwise. Camping trips, week long excursions to New York, bike hiking around the Gettysburg Battlefield. Ahhh, good times, good times. On top of that, I believe that being in the organization made me the strong person I am today. If you have not noticed, I tend to be very independent. Granted the old self esteem has not always been very high, but since college I know I feel better about myself. Part of that is the ground work that was put down when I was in Girl Scouts. So, support your local Girl Scouts! Buy the cookies, nuts, calendars, etc. It all goes to a good cause.

Last night I did something I have not had the chance to do in a long, long, long time. Nothing. Absolutely, positively, 100% nothing. God did it feel good. I had intended on going home and running. Yeah, that lasted a whole .5 seconds after I sat down. It just felt soooo good to not have to be at work or in some meeting. Heck, since one of my shows was not on I even pulled out the crayons and colored. Silly, I know but it is a stress reliever left over from college that I still hang on to. I was tempted to work on some other things I had started (a short story) but I was unmotivated. The motivation to work on the story I started hits me on and off like a bad case of PMS. Some days I am happy as a lark, able to write to the end of the earth, others I could not find a word to put on paper if you handed me a dictionary.

NCAA Tournament starts today. Let the games begin. Only have one thing to say...GO DUKE!

Adios mis amigos y amigas.

Tournament time is upon us and I consider this to be one of my most favorite times of the year. How can you not get excited about this?! It is basketball 24/7 and I love it. Of course, room mate Marti isn't all that thrilled but she will get over it. This time of the year I turn into a basketball fiend. I listen to games on a local AM station, wear Duke blue as much as possible (got to help my boys) and have copies of my brackets posted all over the place. Good lord I love this stuff.

Much to my chagrin, I have to admit I did go out on Friday night and against my will had a great time. Marti, Bob, myself and some of our friends checked out a new brewpub about 30 minutes from here. It is called KClingers and boy is it a cool place. It is actually a brew pub and they have almost any kind of beer you could want. I know, I know. Girls are not supposed to like beer. Well, this girl does. Just one more wonderful trait I picked up during my days at Ship. Heaven only knows there was not much else to do there. Anyway, I only had 4 drinks Friday night and was about half lit until we left. Sad, I know but like I said, I had a good time and that is all that matters.

Beyond that life is pretty much boring. Have a St. Pat's party coming up on Saturday. This one promises to be alot more tame than the previous one I attended. Maybe I will be the one to liven things up a little bit...hmmmm...we will have to see about that one. Plan on taking my little (o.k., she's 18) sis to New York for her birthday. Could be interesting. She's only been there a couple of times. I love the place, if I could move there I would. There is just something about the city, I am at a loss for words to describe it (shocking, I know). We should have a good time though. The hard part is going to be finding placees to go for under 21's that I will not find lame because as we all know, once you hae been there, you do not want to go back.

Better get going, more people are arriving at work and I do not want to get myself in trouble again for getting on the internet. God I need a new job.

As I do not have much time to post (almost at deadline time) I just want to say this and then I will depart. Why do people have such a problem with the new version of me?! I got into a major argument with friend Bob tonight over why I do not want to go out and do anything tomorrow night. For the love of Pete! First of all, that is tomorrow night not TONIGHT! Let's just cross that bridge when we get to it. Secondly, if I want to stay in and not do much of anything then whose business is it but my own?! I have had a very long week, pulling an extra shift at the paper and a night in to just relax and let my brain cells recoup would do me good. Besides, I have things I want to do that I am not going to have the opportunity to do Saturday. O.k., moving on. Bob started getting all huffy with me because I said I had just planned on staying in. After our very loud argument over the phone one of the guys I work with told me he hadn't realized I had gotten married. Tell me about it! Last time I checked I was single and very happy that way thank you very much. See, this is why it is going to be some time before I get bogged down. I value my freedom too much.

The other problem is I have seen the promised land. I have been to a place where there are activities that go on beyond 9 p.m., bars stay open past 2 a.m. and the guys are hot. Yes folks, I'm referring to Hoboken, N.J. and I want to go back. That place is an absolute revelation compared to my wonderful (again with the sarcasm) hometown. I need to move there, it may be the only thing to save my sanity.

On that note, on with March Madness. Go Duke, whup Carolina (like that's hard?!) and step on those damn turtles.

Buh-bye.

Since I don't want to lower anyone's opinion of me I won't get into too much of what happened this past weekend. Let me sum it all up in these few fragmented sentences: Drinking Noon to Midnight...How many parties/bars?...Lyzz's new tatoo...hooking up with random Irish sounding boy in the middle of Washington St...."20 minutes of the the best sex you've ever had", my reply "Oh honey, I'm good for at least an hour"...locked out of Chris's apartment...Liam running into things...Leslie's couch and biscuits with sausage gravy for breakfast. That's about it. For a deeper explanation, email me. I'll try my hardest to remember the sequence of events.

So all in all it was a good time. Had two big shocks in the past 2 weeks. My friend Erin (the one who lives in Salem, Mass.) called me and let me know that not only was she getting married but she was 9 weeks pregnant. I think I had a small aneurysm. Granted, the whole getting married thing didn't shock me 1/2 as much as the pregnancy announcement. Ugh. Now I feel extremely old. Also found out today that my friend Brad is planning on proposing to his girlfriend Loni. Haven't met her yet but she sounds nice. Seems awfully quick to me but I guess if you know, you know. Whatever. My problem is I haven't met anyone I think I could stand to be around for the rest of my life. Sigh, righ now I'm just happy to get my groove on whenever I can. And in the end, isn't that all we're looking for?

Nighty Night.