Finale

 It has been just over a week since the last episode of 30 Rock. I'm sad that there won't be any more, of course. But I have to say the writers came up with one of the most satisfying series finales ever. The last 3 episodes actually. *SPOILER ALERT* Liz Lemon and her husband Criss adopt 8 year old twins who look just like Jenna and Tracy. Kenneth ends up President of NBC, and in the very last scene he is shown in his office, far in the future, space ships passing outside the window, and he is receiving a pitch for a new show from a Miss Lemon, implying it is a great, great grandchild of Liz.
*END SPOILERS*

So now I have a set point in time for my 30 Rock fan fiction, after which I'll have to the make the rest up. I mean, most of it is made up, but there are points where I insert events/dialogue from the show, around which my own events take place. I just realized that I have been working on it now for about a year. It is 28 pages. And as I said, some of that is where I cheated and inserted actual show dialogue. I wrote a short scene at work a few days ago, and emailed it to myself so I could stick it in when I got home. But still 28 pages is hardly anything for a year. And it's not even good. There are tiny bits. A nice line here, a good joke there. But all in all, not much to show for it. And since this particular project will never see the light of day, I have to wonder if it hasn't just been a major waste of time. The other project I haven't really started. I just have a couple of placeholder notes. I'm thinking I might just have to end the fan fic just to clear some headspace for it.

I had my yearly performance review this week. And it was even more filled with praise than last year. It astonishes me. Because I know that I spend a lot of time falling asleep at my desk. Especially between 7-10 a.m. And obviously, I sometimes write scenes for my fic when I'm supposed to be working. But I do get my work done, and done properly. I guess that's enough. My boss even spoke to me about taking part in a leadership workshop they have in the company, which may lead to a future supervisory role. She said the words "career path" which made me shudder a little inside.

In other news, I've decided to go to church tomorrow. Nearly. I've very nearly decided to go to church tomorrow. Then again I was supposed to go to the Rugby 7s today. But when it came down to it I didn't feel like sitting in the wind for hours and hours by myself. Three ladies from my ward came to see me a couple of Sundays ago. They had stopped by before the holidays and I'd told them it would be okay if they came back, so they did. Turns out they were the Relief Society presidency. They sent out the big guns. We had a good talk about the things that have been bothering me, and ultimately led me to stop going to church. It was nice to voice my concerns and have a conversation about those things. Last weekend, Sarah texted to invite me to a Superbowl party, but I was going down to Mom and Dad's to watch with them. So I told Sarah I'd try to make it this Sunday. And if I'm going to do that, I should probably get to bed at a decent time. Like now.

Never You Mind

Much like 3 of the last 4 years, 2013 started out at Dan's New Year's party with Ralph, Kate, Dax and most of that gang. And George. Strangely George had a New Year's Eve off, which is almost unheard of for a less senior member of LV Metro PD. So I asked him to come along with me. Partially because it would be nice not to be out alone late at night on New Year's Eve, but also because he could buffer some of those awkward moments after the greetings and standard chat were replaced by a lack of things to talk about. I was glad he would finally get to meet Ralph as I'd talked to both of them about each other for ages.

We took separate cars from George's apartment after having Raisin' Cane's Chicken Fingers for dinner and watching some Doctor Who reruns. We arrived around 10pm and he followed me in the door. Ralph, Kate and Dax were all standing at the entrance to the living room, and immediately greeted us. Dax had actually been outside when we were parking, but I didn't recognize him in the dark. He had walked from his house. "Hey," he said, "I thought that was your MINI." Dax's parents Connie and Ladd are in the MINI Club with me. I introduced George to the three of them.

Keir's friend Dave came over when he saw me and said, "Hey, you're here... Keir's friend. Is he here?"
"Not that I know of," I said, as Ralph confirmed he was not with a shake of his head. A look of disappointment flashed over Dave's face, then he smiled and moved back into the crowd in the other room. In a way I had hoped to see Keir and not to see him at the same time. I was hoping just to know if he was doing okay after seeing him in such a bad way last year. I was glad however that there would be no more awkward moments with him trying to dance with me, and/or stealing my shoe and tossing it across the room. And as much as I'd confided in George about him, I did not want George to meet him if he was as wasted as he normally was at this party. Everyone I talked to was as much in the dark as I about Keir's current situation. I understood his absence; he was probably worried Janice would be there with her new husband and wanted to avoid them. But she was not there either. Ralph said he had heard from somewhere that Keir's mom had died. He didn't say where he heard this, but that was all he knew. We wondered whether he would still stay living with his stepdad or if he was off on his own somewhere. No one had seen him at all in the whole year. Ralph said there was a sort of rift developing between some of their group. Dan and Violet were on a trip to Hawaii in October instead of at Janice's wedding. Surely they knew when it was going to be. There were a few other notable absences as well. It's common though, isn't it, I posited, that when people get married they have a whole new group of friends and family and spend more time with them than their old friends? Ralph said he guessed so.

George and I spotted Dan, in his Mets jersey as usual, playing host. We moved toward him but he was too quick. It was almost midnight by the time we tracked him down to talk about the Mets. We talked about our excitement for the 51's which will be the Mets AAA team starting this spring. His brothers Joe and Mike were hospitable co-hosts, saying hi and offering drinks and thanking us for coming. I introduced George and they were very welcoming.

Ralph showed me the Tardis bank he had brought for Joel and I got to show off my Tardis watch that George had given to me and pictures of the amazing Tardis cake. Joel and Sandra are two of those people who I just never knew what to say to them. But once Whovianism was found to be a common trait, we were excited to share in it.

Fortunately George is very outgoing compared to me and got into several conversations about his police work. We talked to Johanna who teaches 6th grade in North Las Vegas and I was disconcerted to learn that the gangs actually approach special needs students to join their gangs because they are easily manipulated and make good scapegoats!  Also the gangs have rush weeks like fraternities to get new members when there is a spike in drug activity and violence in the school. Johanna was understandably weary as she and George discussed this. "At least we don't get a lot of pregnancies with my 6th graders," she said matter-of-factly. "That's mostly the 8th graders." And I was just standing there incredulous. She said that the parents of these kids so nothing to curb their children's behavior unless the offense was the most serious possible - disrespecting the teachers! That is absolutely not tolerated. Johanna said that whenever she spoke to a parent of a misbehaving student, she made sure to emphasize the disrespect that was shown. The gangs operate on a strict code of respect and disrespecting another gang's members is often the source of the worst violence. Then the sobering discussion was set aside, along with the many tragedies of 2012. And we resumed trying to enjoy ourselves.

Martin was in charge of the music as usual and played the traditional songs including Tom Jones's "Delilah", Neil Diamond's "Sweet Caroline," Billy Joel's, "Only the Good Die Young," and of course Gladys Knight's "Midnight Train to Georgia" to which I sang the alternate lyrics from 30 Rock "....I missed it...I missed that Midnight Train to Georgia! It was at 11:45 and I was misinformed about the time...Misinformed about the time, never even got to stand in line!"loudly into George's ear, making both of us laugh. George and I alternately bobbed up and down side by side and went out to the backyard to stand near the fire-pit and talk to random people about random stuff like movies and TV shows, especially Sherlock where someone told us that the most devoted fans of Benedict Cumberbatch were referred to as Cumberbitches!

There was another guy from New York named Mike. He was now working as a court officer here in town so he and George had a lot to talk about. Actually, around 1am as we were starting to say good night and make our way to the door, this Mike (not to be confused with Dan's brother) continued chatting to George even though he was putting on his coat and trying to edge his way out. Mike mentioned his years working in Brooklyn South for NYPD and that when he came here he didn't want to go through another police academy, so he went to the TSA before becoming a court officer. Oh, he worked TSA too, I said, referring to George. He was going on about the crazy things he saw at the courthouse, especially in the child custody cases in the family court. Finally we were able to make our exit. I had already said  good night to Dan, Mike, Joe, Dax and Joel. Ralph and Kate had left just after midnight.

Outside George told me that the Mike he had been talking to worked at TSA when he did, and didn't remember him. But George remembered that he was rumored to be in trouble for stalking one of his co-workers. Hmm, that's weird, I said. Not that I knew this guy at all. I just saw him every year at this party and didn't know what his connection was to Dan and the rest. All in all, George and I had a nice time, he got to meet some of my friends and we got to celebrate the New Year together.

Pretty Good Year

12/29/71
So it's my birthday. My 41st, as my mom reminded me by writing and circling the number 41 on my birthday card. We actually did my birthday thing yesterday since George works Saturdays. Mom and Dad had some casino holiday party to go to. They can't skip out on a free buffet. So we didn't even end up eating since George and I had each had a late-ish lunch. I'm staying with the dogs at John and Pedro's so it was a pretty quiet day.

I headed over to Mom and Dad's around 6:00. Me and George watched a movie, Fright Night with David Tennant! and just hung out until they got home around 8:00. George told me I was not allowed to look in the fridge. Um... okay, I said.

Finally Mom and Dad arrived and they gave me the birthday card with a gift card inside. Then it was time for George's big reveal. He told Dad to cover my eyes. I was sat down at the kitchen counter. I heard George and my Mom whispering. Finally they were ready and Dad took his hands away. What I saw was a Tardis, lying on its side on the counter. "Oh, it's the Tardis!" I said. George looked at me expectantly, as I peered at it. "It's a cake!" he blurted excitedly. I did a double take. A cake made in the shape of the Tardis! It was red velvet, I was told. Painstakingly crafted in fondant, down to the little keyhole on the door, the perfect shade of Tardis blue, the Police Public Call Box banner around the top, the windows, the Pull to Open sign. It was the most amazing thing I'd ever seen! And I've seen a giant cake shaped like a MINI. But this, the level of detail was splendid. Except one thing, as George pointed out. No blue light on the top.  In the photo he had given them you couldn't see it. It was mounted on a styrofoam platform. "Oh my god," I said, "We can't eat this! It's too beautiful."

"What do you mean we're not going to eat it?" Mom said. "We have to. It's your cake!" George said the bakery folks had told him to leave it out of the fridge for 3 hours before eating so the fondant could soften. It still had an hour to go so I agreed to take pictures of it now, and then in an hour we would cut it open. But there was more. George had placed a large box wrapped in blue paper with an orange ribbon and bow. Mets colors! "Open it!" he encouraged. I took the box and pulled off the ribbon and started unfolding the paper at the corners. It was a plain white box about the size a large fancy hat might be put in, but it was heavy. I put it down and lifted the lid. Inside was a yellow envelope that said "New York Mets, City Field, Flushing, New York." Under that was a bubble wrapped object with a sticker that said Mets Amazing Memorabilia. I looked at George who was beaming with pride. I opened the bubble wrap and pulled out a large rubbery object. It was first base! Actually first base from Citi Field! One of them at least, that was used in a game in August of 2009, the inaugural season of the new ballpark. It still had dirt on it! I was dumbstruck.  I looked at the base in my hands. I looked at George. "Say Thank You," my Mom urged. I put the base down and gave George a big hug. "Thanks Goob!"

After taking many photos we finally cut open the Tardis to find the yummy red velvet cake. We sliced off the bottom segment of the police box and then cut that into four large pieces. It doesn't look that big from the outside, but we calculated you could probably feed 20 people from it.  Bigger on the inside! "This cake really needs a party," I said. But as long as I can remember, birthdays have always just been us four. With the cake cut open we could see that the fondant Tardis panels were applied to the cake with a layer of buttercream. The inside of the cake had the usual cream cheese icing. I didn't want to each the fondant. I said we should save them and then reassemble the Tardis later, but George had already eaten some of his. We put the rest of the cake into the giant box my 1st base was in so it would travel safely. At the end of the evening I put it in the front seat of the MINI. I put the base in a shopping back to head back to the dogs.

Today, I took the day to go shopping. When I left the shops I drove home to drop off my purchases even though it was out of my way. I already have quite a lot of stuff to carry when I leave John and Pedro's tomorrow including the gifts the guys got for me for Christmas and my birthday. All that, and I get to hang out with the dogs. That's a pretty good weekend so far.

Now some review of other happenings this year.

The Mets
As per usual, had a good first half, then faded quickly in the second. But we did have a no-hitter this year, thrown by Johan Santana, and a 20-game winner AND Cy Young winner in R.A. Dickey. Sadly, the Mets took advantage of Dickey's pinnacle of value and traded him in the offseason to Toronto for some prospects. With him went Josh Thole and Mike Nickeas, all of whom I'm sad to see go. Hopefully the prospects will work out for us. Ike Davis passed 30 homers after a god-awful start. And David Wright hit over 20 for the first time since Citi Field opened. David signed a big contract which will likely keep him a Met for the rest of his career. Some say he was paid too much, but I think in an age where you can lose a batting title winner (Jose Reyes) and a Cy Young winner (R.A. Dickey) in consecutive years, there's a lot of value in having both a team and a player committed to their fans for the long haul. I love David as a player. Though his power numbers are down, he's still hitting for a high average and his fielding at 3rd base is as good as ever.  His leadership in the clubhouse is integral. And as a person, he contributes a lot to the community, doing amazing charity work, and it seems he is still more humble than anyone in his position can be expected to be.

Work
At work, I've had an up and down year. My depression has been rearing its ugly head in the office at the most inconvenient times. I've taken a step back from my co-workers. But lately I've been getting a lot of recognition for my actual work which includes two raises and a promotion. So that's good. I'm coming to the realization that this may be my career. Not there yet, but coming.

TV
Doctor Who
This year, George started watching Doctor Who which is really exciting for me because it's another thing to bond over. George got me a bunch of Doctor Who stuff for Christmas, which he was so excited to give me, which made it even greater. On the show, we said good-bye to Amy and Rory and hello to Clara/Oswin. Still with the 11th Doctor.

30 Rock

The final season is about halfway over. Each episode will be accompanied by the dread of the impending end. But the episodes so far are as good as ever. Liz Lemon got married dressed as Princess Leia! Kenneth is finally free of the evil Miss Wassername. Jenna also got married at Jack's mother's funeral. Seriously, this happened. I belatedly discovered this show last year, but now I can't imagine not knowing those characters. Especially Kenneth.

Movies
Wreck-It Ralph

It's brilliant! It's John C. Reilly as Ralph, Jack McBrayer as Fix-it Felix, and an entire brilliant cast of voice actors. An adorable underdog story and tale of friendship. I'm obsessed. I have the toys.

Books
Sadly, I haven't read much this year. I don't know why. Things just seem to get in the way. I have a list so I hope to get cracking on it in 2013. I checked my Amazon purchase list and it seemed all but one of the books I read this year was a memoir; Tina Fey, Mindy Kaling, R.A. Dickey, Elna Baker, Fred Stoller, and Rachel Dratch. And Chris Hardwick's The Nerdist Way was a sort of hybrid memoir/self help. Weird because last year was such a good year for fiction.  I did get to meet Jennifer Egan at the book festival though, so that was pretty cool. She gave a reading from A Visit to the Goon Squad. We talked about Jake! Oh, honorable mention to The Influencing Machine, an astonishing graphic non-fiction work by Brooke Gladstone from On the Media and Josh Neufeld.

Music
Muse released a new album and me and George have tickets for their show here in March. Glee is still loads of fun. The Book of Mormon, the Musical is fantastic. I liked Keane's Strangeland. MINI Takes the States was a good time for road trip play lists. Also driving down to Dodger Stadium with Dad

Pets

I got the turtles this year. Sidney and Scout. They are a handful, but fun.

Games, Social Media, etc.
I've pretty much abandoned FarmVille for The Sims Free Play. My Kenneth and Jennifer Sims got married on 12/12/12. I joined Pinterest, Instagram and Pose and use them hardly ever. I haven't been to Second Life all year. I hardly tweet or check Facebook unless I get a personal message. I did however reconnect with an old friend from Germany through Linked-In so that's nice.

General Well-Being
Not bad, but not great. I've changed medications again after a long time. My sleep is better. My fitness level is not good. I've ridden the bike some more. But I'm having some back issues that prevent me from walking for a long time. And there's this weird numbness/burning sensation in my left thigh when I wake up in the morning. I've made an appointment with Dr. Chinn. It's all the damn sitting at work and the commuting. Things go downhill fast in that respect.

I don't want to end on a downer as I have a tendency to do when I look back. So I guess I can say that I've been making an effort to write more. Not always getting it done, but it's something I think about everyday. I've had some ideas, and actually written them down. I got the best new laptop. And I'm doing some research. It's slow going, but still worth doing I think. We'll see what the new year brings.
In the meantime, there's this! Sim wedding!

And This!

George gave me this Fix-it Felix doll as a pre-Christmas gift in the weirdest way possible.
He texted me the following from work:
George: Hey Goob, did you do something wrong? Someone is here in my office and says he heard you were my sister so he figured he would come see me.
Me: Huh? No...
George: He said not to worry though, he can "fix-it!"
Then he sent me the above picture of Felix on his desk at work. He scared the crap out of me. I was trying to remember if I'd run any red lights recently.

Boxers

Friday me and George made plans to get Mom's birthday gift. I had a couple of doctor's appointments in the morning. So when I was done we had the following text conversation:

G: Where were you thinking of looking?
J: Don't know prob Fashion Show?
G: Sounds good. Want to meet there?
J: Sure what time?
G: I am ready I can start heading that way.
J: Okay so give me 30 min I guess.
G: Ok :)
G: Just making a quick stop
J: Okay I'm at Nordstrom.
G: Ok just parked coming up to Nordstrom's
G: On the 3rd floor
J: Okay I'll come up
G: Meet you on 2

And we were there. It's funny how often we converge on Nordstrom, give each other a bro hug and then exit to shop elsewhere. Like it's a bus terminal.

We walked out into the mall and looked around. Lunch? Yeah okay. Chipotle? Sure. We took the escalator down one floor to Chipotle. As we ate giant burritos, I suggested maybe a gift card for Mom at the Walking Company. She stands all day at work. She needs some good quality comfortable shoes. We could make it a good size gift card so she can get whatever she wants and still have some left over. Post burritos, we head out of Chipotle and make a right into the Walking Company. Done and done.
Now what? Apple Store? Of course. We look around then come out. Then we spot a new Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf kiosk that wasn't there before. Now I'm really excited. Red Velvet hot cocoa! I got my cocoa and we kept walking. I had to scramble to keep up with George. You're my favorite shopping partner Goob, I tell him. But you walk too damn fast! We moved in and out of places. We looked at the really expensive watches he likes, and marveled at the tininess of the clothes in Top Shop. We browsed Kate Spade. George tells me that since he hangs out with me so much and has learned about purses, he knows all about how much certain ones would cost when they get reported stolen. His fellow cops make fun of him for knowing that. "My sister likes purses," he tells them.

We tried to think of what to get Mom for Christmas. We've both taken care of Dad already. Eh, there's still time, we agree, and continue to stroll around without purpose. George has to play softball later, but in the meantime he wants to move on to the Forum Shops at Caesar's. We get our cars and drive the couple of miles behind the Strip to Caesar's parking garage and without any coordination whatsoever we end up parking a few spaces away from each other. We walk around pointing at things and saying, that's new, or was that here before? We have to go in here. Let me show you something I saw in there. We stop into the Nike Store. There is a really cool display of mannequins for each of the 30 teams in the NFL complete with uniforms, pads and helmets. I walk up to the representative of the New York Giants, Justin Tuck (#91), and shake his hand.

We stop in to Field of Dreams. The famous boxer Leon Spinks is in there autographing things for paying customers. We look at some other sports stuff, Star Wars and Harry Potter memorabilia. I can hear Mr. Spinks speaking to fans. He seems to have some difficulty. Poor guy probably has brain damage from all the years getting hit in the head, we nod sadly.  As we leave, I wave to him and he waves back smiling.

We peek into the new Bendel's that just opened a week ago. The shopgirl asks where we're visiting from. We live here, we say automatically. Oh, first time at Bendel's? We saw the one at Fashion Show. The girl points out the design of this (slightly) newer store. It's a little bigger. The displays are more similar to the ones in the famous New York flagship.  There is a large framed picture of the original which I point out to George. As we look around the girl follows us still making conversation. So what are you guys up to after this? I have to play softball. Oh sounds fun. What about you? I have to clean the turtle tank. Stop complaining about the turtles. I love the turtles, I just haaaate cleaning up after them. The girl, by now, must be sorry she asked.

We pass a bunch more stores we already saw at Fashion Show. But we can't help but step into Kate Spade again. I'm just so drawn to the color! George says. I take out the discount coupon in my purse. It expires today! I better use it. I zero in on a sparkly little coin purse. A little present for me, I say as we leave. Later we go to Vosges and buy a chocolate bacon bar to split. We find a bench to sit down. As I open the candy bar, I slowly peel back the wrapper like in Willy Wonka. No golden ticket. I bet the golden ticket makes the chocolate taste terrible, George says, quoting. We then begin singing the golden ticket song as I break off little pieces to split between us.

We get up and start heading back to our cars. Wait, did we do what we meant to do? George asks. Let's see, I begin counting on my fingers. We had lunch, we got Mom's gift card, I had Red Velvet hot cocoa, we met Justin Tuck, Leon Spinks waved at me, I got a little present, we ate bacon chocolate...I think we're good.

Back up to Caesar's parking, we bro hug, George reminds me to text so he knows I got home safe, and we head off on our separate ways. Perhaps not the most exciting itinerary to some. But a perfect day to me.

Unnatural Selection

Now that the election is finally over, and I can breathe a sigh of relief that President Obama will have another term to finish the work he started, I have a few things I need to get out of my system.

Republicans, conservatives, tea partiers, right wingers, whatever you choose to call yourselves... The American people have spoken and rejected your agenda. An agenda of greed, of callousness, of exclusion and intolerance. You like to equate capitalism with American-ness, with Freedom, with self-sufficiency. You equate government programs with socialism, overreach, entitlement, dependence and subsidized laziness. 

But guess what? You have benefitted from the government and its programs.

If you went to public school or university.

If you ever use the public roads and highways.

If you've ever visited any of the National Parks.

If you use the internet (It was developed on DARPA's dime).

If you use any of the various technologies that were developed by NASA  or have stemmed from NASA inventions (Some of these include LEDs, artificial limbs, scratch-resistant lenses,  memory foam, freeze-drying, water purification, aircraft anti-icing, solar energy, improved mine-, food-, and highway-safety [including highway safety grooves and improved radial tires], invisible braces, ear thermometers, smoke detectors, athletic shoe insoles, and ventricular assistance devices, just to name a few). 

If you have ever required the protection of the police or the service of the fire department.

If you collect social security or use Medicare.

If you enjoy clean air and water it's largely because of regulation by the EPA. 

If you use prescription medications tested for safety by the FDA.

If you lived through a natural disaster like a hurricane, tornado, wildfire, flood, earthquake, etc. FEMA and the National Guard were there before any private business ever thought to help.

You like to equate government employees with useless bureaucrats who receive the benefits of tax dollars without providing any benefit to society. 

Tell that to our teachers, our police and firefighters, our government researchers in medicine, science and technology and anyone who supports them. Tell that to the brave agents of the FBI and CIA and those who support them. Tell that to our troops. All government employees.

But guess what? Even if you don't work directly for any of the many government agencies, you may still work for the government...

If you work for a company that fulfills a government contract. Contractors earn their money, including profits, from the money the government allots to do that work. I work for NSTec, a contractor to the Department of Energy. My ID badge says DOE, Property of the U.S. Government right on it. If the DOE was eliminated, like many republicans propose, I'm pretty sure that NSTec would not continue to run the Test Site out of the goodness of their hearts without that government contract money coming in. After all, it is called the Nevada National Security Site. Most of our clients include other government agencies like the Department of Homeland Security as well as first responders at the city, state and federal level. 

As I said, if you are in the military, you don't just serve your country, you work for the federal government. I know because I served, way back in the early 90s. I'm a veteran. And today is Veteran's Day. Talk about freedom. I can't count the number of posts on Facebook today saying, "Thank you so much Veterans for protecting our freedom." Freedom isn't free. No, it costs us blood and treasure, and it is also paid for by the tax payers.

You hate taxes so much. Everyone hates taxes. Especially when you can't see what the money is being used for. How does that money you pay from your income and investments benefit you? Well look around. Health care, education, public works, transit, public safety, law enforcement, welfare, the legal system, some utilities, etc. 

Back up, you say, welfare? Yes, we have an obligation to provide help to those who need it. Those who are disabled, or otherwise unable to provide for themselves through no fault of their own. How about all those wounded warriors who are coming back from the wars unable to work? Republicans would like to believe these people have the same fair shake the rest of us do if they just work hard. But that's not how it really is. The capitalist system has many benefits. But fairness is not one of them. 

Mitt Romney is a characteristic example of this unfairness. He is a successful businessman, sure. But he was born into the wealthy family of a former Governor. He went to Harvard. He didn't have to scramble for scholarships or other rapidly hard to find student aid. He didn't have to take out loans and start his life out in debt. He famously quipped that students should "shop around" for the best deal and if they could not afford school, to ask their parents to pay. Because we all have parents who can afford to send us to school right? So based on this logic, only rich kids can go to Harvard. Wait a minute, that's how it was before. Before the G.I. Bill and government student aid. He wants to go back to that system where you only have a fair shot if the chips are already stacked in your favor. In this world, President Obama would probably never have gone to college at all, much less Columbia and Harvard. He'd be stuck home taking care of his single mother who couldn't get enough health insurance coverage to take care of her when she got cancer. But I digress.

I could go on about the ways in which Mitt Romney infuriated me throughout this election cycle. His supposed policies, when he wasn't constantly contradicting himself. His hypocrisy. His lack of caring for others, even his dog! His opinions that the 47% of the population who aren't currently paying taxes are lazy and entitled and can't take responsibility for their own lives. Tell that to the retired folks who paid into social security all their working lives and now only have that pittance to live on. Tell that to the troops serving overseas risking their lives in war. None of this is very Christlike behavior.  I can't imagine any LDS person looking to him as an example. And as it happens most of the Mormons I know saw him for the big phony he is.

As for the whole pro-business, small government philosophy... Hey Republicans in congress, if you want to keep government so small, why don't you serve for free, and pay for your own damn health care. You spend so much to get yourselves elected, you can certainly afford it.

Also, if you want to keep government so small, why is it perfectly fine for government to poke its nose into people's bedrooms, to legislate who can love who and what women can do with our own bodies? God knows you throw a big temper tantrum if you think anyone is coming for your guns.

I'm gonna have to cut this short somehow. So I'm just going to go hang out with my parents since I have tomorrow off. Okay, I feel better now.

I Will Buy You a New Life

It's been a while so I guess it's time for an update. I got my new Macbook Pro with Retina Display a few weeks ago. It's beautiful. I am writing this on it now. I like to say that it's a gift from MINIfir. It cost about the same amount as I got from selling her. George told me that Apple has a discount program for government employees, so I actually got $200 off the price too which was cool.

The Mets have sunk even lower, hovering just above last place in the National League East. All downhill since the All-Star break. At least Ike Davis has picked up his power numbers; he hit his 27th homer today. And R.A. Dickey still has a chance to win 20. That along with Johan's no-hitter will be a few of the redeeming points of this season.

The summer is coming to an end. It's still too bloody hot for September, but hopefully it will cool down enough in a few weeks so I can ride my bike again. I have been off the wagon since before MTTS. In the meantime I've been dog sitting at Pedro's, cleaning the turtle tank and shuttling George back and forth to the airport. Since Heather was back in Seattle, George has been a bit bored. He usually texts me on Friday morning to see what I'm up to. We meet up at the mall sometimes or go have lunch. And he has finished watching all of Doctor Who! Now he texts me all kinds of funny Who-related cartoons and makes jokes about the Ood. Ood on the Loo! It's so fun to have someone to share the awesomeness of the Who-niverse.  We went to the mall yesterday since it was triple points at Nordstrom! Me and George walked around and talked about family stuff and window shopped. He's actually quite a good shopping companion. We checked out the new Bendel's and had lunch at the food court. Then he headed home, but I stayed on, backtracked and did a bit more shopping. Before I knew it I had a mini spree on my hands. I kept within my budget, especially since buying this laptop, I don't have much to spree with. But even after a nice day hanging out with my brother, it still just seemed like there was a void to be filled.

I'm picking this up again a couple of weeks later. Been distracted. But anyway, good news from the Mets camp. Ike Davis hit his 31st home run this week, David Wright hit his 21st, and R.A. Dickey got his 20th win! As disappointing as this second half has been, there have been some highlights. Add Johan's no-no and it really has been a pretty okay year. Lucas Duda even hit a homer to win the game yesterday, raining just the tiniest bit on Chipper and the Braves' parade.

Oh, and how can I forget! It's official, the Mets are moving their AAA team from Buffalo to Las Vegas next year! So now the Las Vegas 51's will field the next generation of Mets stars. Maybe we'll get to see Zach Wheeler pitch a few times before he gets his invite to the big show. I'm thinking of getting season tickets. Me and George or Dad can go depending on who is available.

George just texted me to say that he may be assigned to work the President's motorcade on Wednesday as he leaves town. My little brother. I've been reminded quite often lately how really nice it is that Goob and I are so close. Some people can't stand their siblings. But we talk almost daily, at least by text. So even though I live alone now, it's like I'm never really alone. And not just because of my yoga-posing turtles, (One day I'll get a good picture of them doing that, but they still scatter if I get too close).

George and I have talked a lot recently about our parents and some of the habits we got from them. Somehow we got caught up in all this stuff. Mom got herself an iPad even though she didn't have the money for it. It was "Today's Special Value" on the shopping channel. I think she got it on a payment plan for 3 months or something. She was jealous because me and George both always have ours with us. Even though I'm still teaching (and re-teaching) her and Dad how to use the iPods that we got them for Christmas. Oh well. It's not like I'm immune to gadget envy. Not that I'm gonna run out and wait in line for the new iPhone. But I'm operating for the most part on a strict cash-in-the-bank only policy. I wish George and Mom would follow that example, but of course, I've no standing to give anyone advice. I still have my retail therapy moments (see above). Maybe it's too much watching of Gossip Girl.

Then last weekend I went back to the mall with George and Heather. I brought the bag of goodies I had gotten the weekend before from Neiman Marcus' fragrance department. I remembered after I got home that I had a store credit I could have used instead of putting it on my account. They walked down with me and I made the exchange. Found store credit plus free goodies (nice ones too, from Balenciaga, Bottega Veneta and Chloe) = Score!

I showed George and Heather the free goodies. Then we went to get dinner at this place called BLT Burger at the Mirage. The burgers were nothing special, but they had amazing shakes and desserts. Oh and we had fried pickles! Those were delicious. So for the night George's no-carb diet was non-existant. That's okay though. Turns out my handbag moratorium is entirely fictional.  I got two bags during that last mini-spree, one from Henri Bendel's and one from Cole Haan. And I still have a Kate Spade discount pass in the pocket of my purse. I know, I know. I hold out for months, and then I buy them in bunches. I'm working on it with my therapist.

But as of right now, in mere moments we will see how Rory and Amy leave the Doctor. Or how he leaves them... And that's that. Once again, analogies abound. But no spoilers here.

At work recently, my boss told me I'm one of only 2 people on our team getting a raise this year. Good news, of course. Due to government pay freezes, no contractors have had raises for two years. And the Secretary has decided to continue it for at least another year. My new responsibilities qualify as a promotion though so I'm finally exempt from the pay freeze. My Mom was so happy for me. I implied that it was good for now, but it's not something I wanted to do forever. She said I was crazy. Where else could I get a job that pays so well? True I'm lucky, after being so oft unemployed, that I've finally found something stable, and am doing well when so many people out there are not.  Thing is, I'm afraid of getting sucked into what may end up being a hole as deep as Sedan Crater.

Another White Dash

The rest of MTTS went by like a blur of white highway dashes, twists and turns, and parties. But I'll try to recap it.

MTTS Day 2/3: The evening event at Sandia MINI in Albuquerque wasn't dampened by the rain. They moved it under a tent, and they had a band and some nice food. I checked in and picked up my badge and goodie bag.  Then I ran into Suzanne from Seattle, a fellow native Long Islander and Mets fan whom I'd met on the way to Denver during MTTS 2010. It was nice to see her since the rest of my Sin City Mini folks were not scheduled to join us until Phoenix. The MINI USA people brought several special MINIs with them including a new GP and the ClubVan. MINI USA VP and Chief Motorer Jim McDowell was driving a black MINI convertible which he allowed MINI owners to sign with a gold or silver sharpie! Every inch of it was covered. I just barely squeezed in my name on the bonnet.

They also brought along our very own Paralympic athlete. MINI USA sponsors the Paralympics, so Michael Johnston, a triathlete hopeful for 2016, was going the whole way from NJ to LA and issuing challenges along the way. If you signed up you could swim, bike or run along with him at different stops along the rally route. He had different leg attachments for each sport. He drove the whole way in a Countryman, and was given the title of Motorbassador.

The next morning we lined up to be escorted by Albuquerque police officers out of the dealership lot and onto the freeway for our run to Phoenix. The first hour was pretty much all freeway, but then we turned off onto some pretty nice little roads full of twisties, and altitude changes down through mountain passes. We had a stop at a casino in Payson, AZ where the Dynamic MINI Collective, an AZ club, provided a little goodie bag/desert survival kit. We had just over an hour more to get to Scottsdale where the host hotel and event were taking place. It was a long drive, around 410 miles. We arrived in hot muggy Scottsdale and I retired to my hotel for a nap before the evening event at the Saguaro.

My hotel was really cute. It had hardwood floors in the room! I tried to watch the Mets game on my iPad while I was in there, but it wasn't working and it turned out they were having technical difficulties. The Mets lost. After two hours, I got up and changed clothes and headed over to the Saguaro hotel. They only offered valet parking and I realized this was the first time I ever valeted my car. I avoid it whenever possible. I don't really want strangers getting in my car. But I figured since it was a MINI event, full of other MINI owners and their cars, it would be fine. The party was okay. They offered h'orderves, but we had to pay for drinks, even soda. They had a band which featured a drummer who also worked at MINI of N. Scottsdale in the service department. They were okay, a typical cover band. They had a raffle and the usual thank-you speeches. The Sin City folks arrived from Vegas after an extra scenic drive through the 12 miles of terror. There were about a dozen of us altogether including Agro, Chris, Lisa, Julie, Karen, Mike, Kerry, Toni, Richard, Alia, Tommy, Larry and Dee. Suzanne arrived at the party with her boyfriend Eddie in tow; he'd surprised her by flying down from Seattle. Scotty from the DMC, who I'd also met on MTTS 2010, was excited because we were finally in his territory after he'd spent so much time hanging out with us in Vegas. He had arranged a TV spot in the morning on the local news about MTTS and was trying to get volunteers to show up at the station early in the morning before we left for L.A. I told him I'd try to make it, and I didn't go to bed too late, but the next morning when my alarm went off at 6:00am, I decided it wasn't going to happen. He told me later they had about 40 cars show up so I didn't have to feel bad for not showing, it all worked out.

MTTS Day 4: With the storms passing through all weekend, it was uncharacteristically muggy in Phoenix, so I was glad to be heading out in the morning. We gathered once again at the Saguaro, and picked up our snack and route instructions.  This day's drive would be a straight shot on the 10 Fwy all the way into L.A. about 405 miles. We stopped in Indio, CA (home of Coachella) for lunch at In'n'Out Burger, then got to L.A. just in time to check into the hotel and get to the Rose Bowl in Pasadena for the MINICross. I got to drive the Coupe and the Roadster in the MINICross course. It was fun. Then it was back to the hotel to change for the evening event, the big MTTS wrap party at the House of Blues on the Sunset Strip.    

The location was pretty neat, I had never been there. MINIs filled the valet lots and there was a nice view out over the city.

The HOB restaurant provided a really nice buffet dinner and there was a concert by singer/songwriter Matt Nathanson who provided good music and witty banter about MINIs, his songs, and the audience. 

There was also a giant cake shaped like a MINI which Matt commented about continuously as the HOB chef began slicing it up. 

I enjoyed this party much more than the one in Phoenix. I did not enjoy the traffic getting off the Sunset Strip however, but oh well. I got back to my hotel in Pasadena around midnight. Only one more event to go. 

MTTS Day 5: In the morning I got up and headed out to Gladstones at the Will Rogers State beach in Santa Monic on the Pacific Coast Hwy. There we gathered for the official end of MTTS, at the Pacific Ocean. They provided a breakfast of fruit, yogurt, granola, and muffins. There were more speeches and thank-yous and they announced the sweepstakes winner of an all-expenses paid trip to the London Olympics at the end of the month. That would've been nice to win. But all in all, there was plenty of fun to be had and Rory's first big rally was a great success. 

After a quick shopping stop on Melrose, Rory and I headed home. We hit some stormy weather so it took longer because the roads were flooding a bit. We got home around dinnertime and I unloaded my luggage and all the goodies I'd accumulated. George had been by in the morning to check on the turtles and had told me it was stormy in this area too. And it poured down last night and was still raining this morning when I got up. I was glad I took the extra day off to rest up. Back to work tomorrow.