Rosie's Place: Call to Action

I've been pretty swamped these last few days, as I've been preparing for an upcoming soap show. My posting has been pretty spotty.

I wanted to let you all know that on Valentine's Day, I am going to be donating some of my soaps, along with donated bath goodies from co-workers, to Rosie's Place. This is a local women's shelter. My guess is that the guests aren't going to be getting a lot of flowers and chocolates from their sweethearts that day. So, I thought it would be sweet to give them some pampering treats. If you would like to add to the box, feel free to contact me (kzsox@yahoo.com). I only ask that the soap be sort of nice, as this is supposed to be a special gift. I am also accepting unopened bath gels, loofahs, etc.

It's all about the love!

I'll Tear Your Mind Out. I'll Burn Your Soul.

Not that we didn't already know or suspect that this was true. I just cringe when I think about how this comes across globally.

Heath Ledger

That was shocking. It still hasn't really cemented. It's so difficult for me to imagine why, if you've got everything going for your way, someone would ingest all those pills. Either it was suicide (most doubt it, at this point) or it was accidental. I am not sure how a person can take so many drugs accidentally. I'm not even sure what sleeping pills are supposed to do for a person, anyway. Not being a drug taker myself, it's a little hard to figure out. What a shame.

A Night Out with the Sox

This past Thursday night, we went to a benefit in Connecticut where we met three outstanding Red Sox players - the always controversial/never dull Bill Lee, the charismatic Dennis "Oil Can" Boyd, and straight man Rich Gedman. After a very interesting buffet-style dinner, we listened as Bill Lee turned every question into a philosophical or political tangent (he was super wasted - are you surprised?). Oil Can and Gedman were a lot more on point with their answers. But each player made a meaningful contribution.

I brought a Red Sox mini bat that my friend Taylor gave me for Christmas last year and had each player sign it. I asked Bill Lee to write, in as large print as possible, "Yankees Suck!" He was happy to oblige. Oil Can's signature is a piece of art. See below.

Milky Way Hot Chocolate

So, after much deliberation, we decided to try the new Dunkin Donuts Milky Way Hot Chocolate yesterday. In a nutshell: nothing special. It was too thick, for starters. It didn't really taste like a Milky Way. It didn't really taste like a hot chocolate. It tasted like hot cake batter, but not in the best way. DD is really hit or miss with these specialty drinks.

The Celtics lost last night to the Wizards, unfortunately. This isn't helping my case for more media attention going their way. In fact, this was the first sentence in this morning's article on Boston.com: After a long and comfortable ride, the Celtics hit a big bump in the road. Two consecutive losses is a big bump? I guess after the Pats have managed to go - what, 17-0? - everything else looks shabby in the media's eyes. Whatever. A friend from work won tickets to last night's Patriots game and her seats were killer. Fourth row behind one of the end zones. I kept squinting to find her, but could not. Yes, yes, I watched the Patriots in favor of the C's. But it was a playoff game.

Cool New Shirt

Does Anyone Know?

New England has a red hot team right now. They are kicking ass and taking names. They've got a bunch of star players, but work together systematically and strategically to win game after game.
Think I'm talking about the Patriots? Think again.

I want to know why the Celtics aren't getting the attention they deserve from the media. I DEMAND an answer. What does this team have to do to take a mere SMIDGE of attention away from the Patriots?

Look, I understand that the Patriots are a big deal, especially right now. They going for 19-0. It's huge. They are an amazing team worthy of great respect and I wouldn't take thing away from them. I really like the Patriots, even though I'm not really a football person, per sa ... but come on, people! Is anyone else watching the Celtics? Every game is like a religious experience!

Ugh.

Dear Jim Rice,

These people are assholes. I can just see them all sitting around eating some shitty continental breakfast at some outdated hotel chain conspiring to keep you from getting in, all while dropping greasy, lardy croissant crumbs all over their cheap suits.

Next year, Jim. It will happen. Hell, we've waited 14 long years. What's another 365 days?

Hang in there. We, your loyal fans, love you no matter what happens.

Kim

NYE 2008

This was taken right before I started feeling like I was not a Times Square New Year's Eve person. We eventually left the area in favor of a peaceful stroll through a deserted Central Park. Much more my style, I think.



This is just a little cool-looking construction somewhere in the upper east side.

Bullies

For some reason, I've been thinking about the bullies I dealt with in junior high school today. I was actually pretty lucky, as I was left alone most of the time. I think the prettier, wealthier types got it the worst. I was too skinny, very awkward and far from rich. I really didn't "come into my own," as they say, until I was in college. Anyway, I managed to avoid most of these mean attackers except for two. I will change their names for the sake of this blog post.

Lucy
The harassment began in the 8th grade and continued, off and on, most of the school year. Nothing major - mainly remarks about my clothes or whatever. She saved her knuckles for other girls. I later learned that Lucy had been living in a car with her mother during both 7th and 8th grade years. So, although I wasn't wealthy, at least I had a bedroom to sleep in every night and two parents who loved me a great deal and gave a damn about my grades.

Sherry
Ok, I'm not changing this bitch's name. She was a horrible person. I know that mature as they get older, but I am willing to bet all the cool Red Sox merch I own that Sherry is still horrible, where ever she is. I became her target as soon as I rushed to the defense of one of my friends she was bullying. My friend was tall, but vulnerable and Sherry had a good time ridiculing her in front of her pack of rejects. The moment I told her to back off my friend, I was subjected to a seemingly never-ending spewing of hate and verbal abuse. Once, Sherry sped after me screaming obscenities when I was walking with my mother. She had zero class, bad hair, freckles and icy blue eyes. She was pure evil. Unlike Lucy, I have no pity for Sherry. I wouldn't be surprised if she was completely miserable, broke, in and out of rehab, and haggard. In fact, I'd be willing to bet that she looks twice her age. That's what the hatred-misery combo does to people.

How does one become like Sherry? What are the series' of events that lead to this? And why do adults and people in positions of authority do nothing about it?

One last note about Sherry. I eventually got my revenge, or at least something close to it. My dad was a school teacher at the Vocational school and Sherry's boyfriend was a student there. He was also our paperboy for a while. He was a pretty creepy kid who I suspect smoked a lot of weed. Anyway, when my dad caught wind of the whole Sherry situation, he stopped her boyfriend in the halls whenever he could. My dad was on that kid's case. Normally, my father really could have cared less about that stuff (this is a man who would use rock and roll trivia as bonus questions on his exams), but he did it for me. It still makes me smile.

Garnett

Simply amazing.

I love you, Kevin Garnett!