A quality horse, Affirmed. He won the Triple Crown in 1978. I’ll bet you didn’t know that I have a sweet spot for horse racing. That’s right. Every year I do my best to see the Kentucky Derby, the Preakness, and the Belmont Stakes. I slept through the Derby this year (I was exhausted, so sue me!), but it was DVRed and I watched it the following day. Sans commercials. And I’m very good at avoiding any information that might act as a spoiler. I did not know who won the race when I turned it on last Sunday. I do know I was rooting for Gary Stevens, who came out of retirement this year at age 50 to sit a horse. I know, I know. You have no idea who the dude is. Have you seen the movie Seabiscuit? Mr. Stevens played George “The Iceman” Woolf, the legendary jockey who filled in for Red Pollard following Pollard’s disastrous injury and rose Seabiscuit to victory against War Admiral. I always look forward to Mr. Stevens’ analysis at each of the Triple Crown races every year. I was a little put out when he wasn’t in the box last weekend. Imagine my surprise when I find out the man’s not in the box because he’s in silks. Woot! (Yes, I just “wooted”… deal.) I rooted for Mr. Stevens, but it’s a good thing I didn’t bet on Oxbow. His seat wasn’t quite as fast as I’d hoped. I’ll admit, the other horse I would’ve bet on was the winner… Orb.
Affirmed was a fantastic horse, but that’s not what I was talking about when I brought up the subject.
I went to work like a good girl today and everything was going along swimmingly, then someone in management decided to rain on my parade. People, I’m the head of a committee, and have been since I was voluntold to join said committee three years ago. I take this position very seriously. Our only real event of the year is this Wednesday and it’s a HUGE to-do. HUGE! Without going into the finer details that really don’t matter, Little Mary Sunshine decided to irritate the hell out of me and get in my way. No one tiptoed through the tulips… no, of course not. My tulips were trampled. Let’s just say I felt affirmed in my decision to quit my job. There are things I am not going to miss! Alright, let’s be honest. I’m going to miss about six people and nothing else. Good news! I can still visit the friends without working there. Whew!
Anyway, I wasn’t looking for affirmation of my decision, but I got it nonetheless. Cool beans.
Brian, Ally, Mom, Dad, and I went to dinner last night to honor Mom. I know Julie and Ethan could’ve called it when it came to the restaurant of choice–my mom is a very predictable woman. Mexican food. So it was off to Carlos Miguel’s. We had a fun time over good eats. We discussed the FA soccer tournament and Wigan’s victory over Man City, the March Madness tournament, underdogs in sport, and my job. (How those relate, I don’t know.) My brother thought I was quitting my job immediately. No, no, no, no, no! By the first week of July. All of a sudden, I realized my last day of work should be July 3… that way I’m free by July 4. For my friends abroad, that’s Independence Day here in the States. Clearly, they haven’t beaten my sense of humor to death as yet. <grin> I figure if I was willing to give notice on April Fool’s Day following my fifth anniversary, I should be able to coordinate my departure with Independence Day, right?
Nooooo! I hate season finales!
After dinner, we had a dessert that I prepared yesterday afternoon. Oh. My. Gosh. Strawberries Romanoff. Essentially a liquored up strawberries and cream. Goodness gracious me, oh my. I’m pretty sure people would liken it to less than G-rated activities (but this is a G-rated blog most days, occasionally PG, so we’ll leave it to your imaginations). It’s that good. (You should’ve known food stuffs would be off the table for only so long… it’s what I love to do and how I relax. The reprieve is over.)
Alright, my lovelies… it’s off to sleep for me. To dream–well, if I dreamed–of a better job and apple dumplings. Don’t ask, just accept that my mind moves in weird and mysterious ways.