How exciting...Morehead State University is in the NCAA for the first time in 25 years. And Holmes High is in the sweet 16 for the state tournament. Go Eagles and Bulldogs!!
http://nky.cincinnati.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/AB/20090320/SPT0302/903200430&source=nletter-news
But don't forget...April 6 is Opening Day for major league baseball.
Friday, March 20, 2009
The lottery
Well, so far I haven't won the Mega Millions or PowerBall. What a bummer. I could use a few million. Just think of how much I could stimulate the economy!
Monday, January 5, 2009
Whatever happened to 1987?
I realized that I have not posted to my blog in a whole month now. December was sooooo busy. I went to Florida with Mom. More on that later. Oy vay, as Paula would say. Then there is the Holiday shopping. Someone has to give our economy a boost. Right? I used to love to just go shopping. Now I can't stand to even go to the grocery store. And if I go to Sam's I spend most of it on cat litter and cat food. I did enjoy hanging in Half Price Books. But the dust from the books eventually bothers my allergies. The same thing happens in the Library.
I have been off from work for 12 days in a row. Glorious, but not long enough. Add another 10 years and it might seem adequate. The best thing is that we get paid for the time off. The perks of working at a college. I only checked email twice while I was off. It was kind of nice not to be bothered with it. Some days I didn't leave the house. Other days I had to. How's that for a Bah Humbug attitude?
So, I'm rambling. And what does this have to do with 1987? I often feel like only yesterday it was October 1987. Time goes by so fast. Too fast. As I was finishing up Shirley Maclaine's book Saging While Aging the other day, I came to a section where she discusses time and the speed of time, Einsteinian principles, etc. Apparently, there is an actual theory that time has been speeding up since 1987. Our 24 hour day is equal to 16 hours back then. A Ha! No wonder I feel like there is never enough time in the day to get everything done.
I have been off from work for 12 days in a row. Glorious, but not long enough. Add another 10 years and it might seem adequate. The best thing is that we get paid for the time off. The perks of working at a college. I only checked email twice while I was off. It was kind of nice not to be bothered with it. Some days I didn't leave the house. Other days I had to. How's that for a Bah Humbug attitude?
So, I'm rambling. And what does this have to do with 1987? I often feel like only yesterday it was October 1987. Time goes by so fast. Too fast. As I was finishing up Shirley Maclaine's book Saging While Aging the other day, I came to a section where she discusses time and the speed of time, Einsteinian principles, etc. Apparently, there is an actual theory that time has been speeding up since 1987. Our 24 hour day is equal to 16 hours back then. A Ha! No wonder I feel like there is never enough time in the day to get everything done.
Thursday, December 4, 2008
On a Roll
I must be on a roll. First, I won the tickets to the Bengals game. Yesterday, I received an email stating that I had won not only two passes to Redsfest, but two passes for an autograph session with Bronson Arroyo! I was planning on taking my Mom to Redsfest anyway. I called to let her know about the prize and she is so thrilled. Bronson Arroyo is her favorite Reds player. He's a pitcher, probably one of the better pitchers that they have.
I think I'll buy a lottery ticket. I'm due to hit the big one.
I think I'll buy a lottery ticket. I'm due to hit the big one.
The Escalator
Here's a photo of the Stadium. See that long silver colored diagonal thing in the lower left hand part of the picture? That's the demon escalator!
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
The score.
I forgot to mention the score. Ravens 34 and Bengals 3. Now you can understand what I meant.
Monday, December 1, 2008
The Bengals Game.
Not long ago, I received a phone call from a lady named Rocky. She said that she was calling from Hamilton County. My first thought was "what did I do now?" But she had some good news. My name had been picked and I had won two tickets to the Bengals game on November 30, 2008. Cool beans, huh? The best part was that the tickets were for a party suite, complete with food!
Fast forward to game day. It was raining lightly, off and on. I parked in the lot at Longworth Hall. Geez. $20 to park and we still had to walk a good distance. At least it was on flat ground. And Lord knows I could use the exercise.
Outside the stadium was a barricade line. There were a few openings between the barricades and people in yellow parkas blocked them. With ticket in hand I approached, thinking I could actually get to the stadium. A man at one opening told me loudly, NO, you can't go this way. OK, I thought, so how do I get in here? He pointed to a line. I tried to find the end of the line and noticed another shorter line, so I got in it. The man at that opening laughed and said No, go over there! So, I got at the end of the long line. When I finally got to the barricade, a short hefty black lady in a yellow parka stopped me and frisked me quickly. Top part only. My natural inclination was to give her a hug back, but she didn't seem to be in the mood. Then I had to show her what was in the small bag that I had carried for a few essentials. OK, I could go on. When I got to the steps to go up to the stadium, I noticed a sign that said - If you go beyond this point, you agree to have your person and belongings checked by security. Fine place to have it...after the pat down. Other people seemed to know what to do, but I decided that they probably had been to the games before.
Following the directions that Rocky provided, we found Gate B. Then the directions said to take the escalator up. Oh no, I wasn't getting on that escalator! It was REALLY long and was packed with people. I asked the ticket taker where the elevator was and headed in that direction. Came upon an up ramp and walked up to the next level. Then there were glass doors, maybe we're heading in the right direction. The lady at the door said take the elevator to 3. Finally, I see a bank of large, lovely elevators. And they were not packed. Don't architects understand that there are people with escalator and elevator issues? Maybe that's a topic for another day.
Cutting the story short... we, alas, found the Hamilton County Suite. It did indeed have lots of good food. Chili, toquitos, chicken breasts, hot wings, potato chips, taco chips, an assortment of condiments - salsa, quacamole, sour cream, tomato, onion, blue cheese. Bottled water and soft drinks. Later I noticed a pizza, but got there as someone else grabbed the last piece. Then I spotted the cookies and brownies. OH MY!
And there was also a football game going on. Or it was supposed to be a game. I kept wondering if someone forgot to explain to the Bengals that the intent of the game was to get the football over the line at the end of the field that said "0." They didn't seem to understand that they received no points for throwing the ball at the big tiger painted on the center of the field. Oh wait, perhaps a player was supposed to be there to catch the ball. HA. On the radio the announcer said that the Ravens held the ball for three quarters of the game. When the Bengals did get the ball, they didn't hang on to it for very long.
Fast forward to game day. It was raining lightly, off and on. I parked in the lot at Longworth Hall. Geez. $20 to park and we still had to walk a good distance. At least it was on flat ground. And Lord knows I could use the exercise.
Outside the stadium was a barricade line. There were a few openings between the barricades and people in yellow parkas blocked them. With ticket in hand I approached, thinking I could actually get to the stadium. A man at one opening told me loudly, NO, you can't go this way. OK, I thought, so how do I get in here? He pointed to a line. I tried to find the end of the line and noticed another shorter line, so I got in it. The man at that opening laughed and said No, go over there! So, I got at the end of the long line. When I finally got to the barricade, a short hefty black lady in a yellow parka stopped me and frisked me quickly. Top part only. My natural inclination was to give her a hug back, but she didn't seem to be in the mood. Then I had to show her what was in the small bag that I had carried for a few essentials. OK, I could go on. When I got to the steps to go up to the stadium, I noticed a sign that said - If you go beyond this point, you agree to have your person and belongings checked by security. Fine place to have it...after the pat down. Other people seemed to know what to do, but I decided that they probably had been to the games before.
Following the directions that Rocky provided, we found Gate B. Then the directions said to take the escalator up. Oh no, I wasn't getting on that escalator! It was REALLY long and was packed with people. I asked the ticket taker where the elevator was and headed in that direction. Came upon an up ramp and walked up to the next level. Then there were glass doors, maybe we're heading in the right direction. The lady at the door said take the elevator to 3. Finally, I see a bank of large, lovely elevators. And they were not packed. Don't architects understand that there are people with escalator and elevator issues? Maybe that's a topic for another day.
Cutting the story short... we, alas, found the Hamilton County Suite. It did indeed have lots of good food. Chili, toquitos, chicken breasts, hot wings, potato chips, taco chips, an assortment of condiments - salsa, quacamole, sour cream, tomato, onion, blue cheese. Bottled water and soft drinks. Later I noticed a pizza, but got there as someone else grabbed the last piece. Then I spotted the cookies and brownies. OH MY!
And there was also a football game going on. Or it was supposed to be a game. I kept wondering if someone forgot to explain to the Bengals that the intent of the game was to get the football over the line at the end of the field that said "0." They didn't seem to understand that they received no points for throwing the ball at the big tiger painted on the center of the field. Oh wait, perhaps a player was supposed to be there to catch the ball. HA. On the radio the announcer said that the Ravens held the ball for three quarters of the game. When the Bengals did get the ball, they didn't hang on to it for very long.
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