I Really Wish ...

I could have done this to some stupid lady on the freeway on my way home from work today:



Seriously, it's bad enough I'm stuck in Southern California traffic coming home from Orange County, but then this stupid lady on her friggin' cell phone could not drive! I was stuck behind her ass way too long.

I like the movie Shoot 'Em Up - particularly that scene. The whole movie is just a fun shoot-'em-up style movie with brilliant, cheesy, terrible one liners. Clive Owen is a badass and, yeah, there's no substance but it's just fun. I haven't watched it in a while but I feel like it after watching that clip.

Maybe it's because my daddy raised us on Arnold Schwarzenegger movies but I appreciate those kind of fun action movies with fantastically cheesy lines. This is one of my favorites ever:



How amazing is that?

Shoot 'Em Up is basically like that all through the movie so how could I not love it?

Anyways, an update from Loney Bobblehead Night ... it was one of the weirdest nights ever.

First we left about 15 minutes later than I wanted so I started off a little annoyed. Then there were 2 accidents on the 210 so after 20 minutes to get three exits. I got off the freeway and went down to the 10 but hit every red light possible on the way. Traffic on the 10 wan't too bad considering but, of course, merging to the 110 was terrible. I got off right before the 110 and had to go through the main entrance and deal with that traffic BUT we made got our bobble heads.

By the time we got inside I needed a drink and there was a short line, for once. There were 2 people in front of us but it took about 20 minutes to get to the front because the lady was having trouble with the machine and couldn't count. I finally get up there to order a Blue Moon and every tap at the stand is out of it. I settled for a Miller Lite. We got to our seats just in time for the Dodgers to turn a double play and end the top of the first (seriously as we're walking down the stairs we see it). Then my man Andre Ethier hits a home run and things were looking up. Our section was awesome, the Dodgers were doing great and it was an intense game because it was against the Giants ... but then the Dodgers lost in the 9th when George Sherrill came in ... I dislike George Sherrill immensely so that made it worse. Finally, we get back to my car and someone had broken my passenger side mirror.

I still can't decide whether it was a great night, an awful one or just a weird one.

I hope the Dodgers continue to kick ass in the West because if not we're in trouble.

That was random but I'm watching the game as I type this so I threw it in there.

'Nuff Said,
Crysania

Tardiness is a No-no

I do not like to be late. Considering the fact that I am half Mexican and come from a Mexican family who typically runs on "Mexican time" it seems odd but it's true.

I'll admit I can be flexible about tardiness but only when it comes to two things: family events and church events. When we have a family event I do not stress about being late because I know no one will be there on time anyways. Church is pretty much the same thing - though not as big of a stretch. Family events I give 30 min. to an hour from the starting and don't make plans after because it goes until we decide to leave. For church I give10 - 15 minutes from start time and 30 minutes ending time. I realize this is just how it goes.

In everything else I get a little anal about being on time. I freak out when I'm running late.

I drive faster and more aggressively, I get irritable and I start to believe that the world hates me and is trying to keep me from getting to me destination on time.

The last part is a direct result of the first two ... but I swear it's true.

This morning Kristin picked me up 15 minutes late (we carpool Fridays and it was her turn to drive) but there was no traffic on the 57 so we were making really good time ... until we decided we wanted coffee. All of the sudden near the off-ramp we hit a bunch of traffic - for no reason. We got off an exit early, but it literally took at least 5 minutes at the first light. Then we hit every red light. I was getting seriously annoyed because Starbucks isn't exactly fast and I did not want to be late for work.

Lucky for me, Kristin gets less annoyed about punctuality and suggested we stop at McDonald's because it is typically faster. There was a long line at the drive-through so we went inside. It worked. We were in and out in about 5 minutes and made it to work on time.

Maybe I should work on being more like Kristin. I mean I keep my calm just fine the rest of the time and because of how much I freak out when I'm running late I usually end up there within 5 minutes of the time (sometimes early) but it would definitely be less stressful to look at things differently ... then again, it isn't that easy for me.

I think it is because of my family always running late that I get annoyed. I don't like waiting around and I really dislike making any one wait for me. I'll admit, however, it does get a bit ridiculous. It always ends up not being a big deal.

So I will work on that because I have enough stress in my life to be worrying so much about 5 minutes.

'Nuff said,
Crysania

Double Bummer with a Small Silver Lining

I read the full article today about Dodger catcher Russell Martin's "little" strain.

Honestly, I'd avoided reading it on Facebook because I didn't want to see how bad it was but I read it in the paper while on my break at work.

http://www.latimes.com/sports/la-sp-dodgers-fyi-20100308,0,4543673.story

It's a bummer, because I really do like Martin. He's a really hard working catcher and seems like a very likable person. Last year, he didn't have as much success at the plate and his defense suffered, but I think they are connected and the problem was mental. In the off-season, he put on some muscle and now he's injured. Sad day. I hope he waits it out so it doesn't get worse but it'll be sad if he has to miss the first game.

Also, I was trying to Google this blog and I discovered ... there are quite a few blogs entitled "Nuff Said".

I knew about the Marvel comic with the title only because of my super comic book nerd ex, but I didn't think there'd be that much. Double Bummer.

Thing is, I suck at titles. Writing headlines is one thing, but titles for my own stuff ... I suck at that. I only picked this title because that's how I sign letters and such (have done so since I was 14).

I also suck at screen names. I really have to think about another title.

On the bright side, I started my new job today! I was nostalgic driving on the 57 freeway. I miss going to CSUF sometimes. The job seems like it'll be cool beans. It's better than making smoothies and sandwiches at least and will help me learn more to progress and get back to writing and editing!

That's all I have to say.

'Nuff Said,

Crysania