ahh, life...

...it keeps me from doing many things i mean to do, like update this blog. i have bouts of blog stress, mentally counting the days since my last update. it's not like i don't think about writing. i do. often. 

last week i wanted to write about something i heard about 40 being the new 20 and how it's basically just a way to keep talking about the actresses and other celebrities who have hit 40 and are nicer to look at than the 20 year olds, mostly because they're a lot classier. the 20 year olds these days just seem to wear less and less clothing—this correlates to a conversation i had with my gram a couple weekends ago, about how it used to be women wouldn't be allowed many places—like hospitals and churches—unless they were wearing a skirt. finally women were allowed to wear pants. now they're allowed to wear basically nothing. after that chat i really noticed how many ads—billboards, print ads, the posters plastered in subway stations—feature mostly-naked people. gross.

i also wanted to write about my attempt to get tickets to a game at the new Yankee Stadium. just a random Sunday game in early June versus Tampa Bay. i chose "best available" on Ticketmaster and the seats that popped up were $900. each. NINE HUNDRED DOLLARS. for a baseball game. that the Yankees would undoubtedly lose if i went. it just depressed me, seriously. what the eff is wrong with people? who was in that meeting when they decided charging hundreds (and thousands—i saw seats, on Ticketmaster, for $2600) of dollars for a BASEBALL GAME was okay. and then, of course, Sabathia sucked ass yesterday—karma's a bitch, Steinbrenner family.

i also wanted to write about the surprise birthday party i threw my mom on Saturday. she turns 60 this Sunday and i figured she'd be more game for a surprise party than my dad was. it was a somewhat foolish thing to do, considering i'm already planning a wedding, but the minor stresses were worth it—it was a really nice event, my mom felt loved, it was great to have my family together and the food was yummy. the best part, though, i think, was Scotty. he arrived in a tee shirt that looked like a tux and by the end of the party he'd given himself a second face (in the form of a paper plate, with eyes, nose and smile drawn on, taped to the back of his head) and turned his shirt, jeans and sneakers around backwards. he called his alternate personality "Scott Junior." i keep looking at pictures of him in the get-up and laughing. the kid continually surprises me. 

anyway, look at that. i updated my blog. the guilt is subsiding. 'til next week.

mb