being hot as balls isn't so bad

So if you haven't noticed, Summer is in full effect everywhere above planet Earth's belt. It's been wicked sweaty and i love it!  Every year i start my summer off celebrating my birthday, which really is the best time of year to have a birthday, i think it's only rained twice my entire life so far, i've never had to so to school on my birthday AND since being working adult-ish age, i have never worked on my birthday.

i was really looking forward to another southern road trip to Corndog-O-Rama, but the dude who ran the whole event decided to call it quits after 13 years.  I guess it's pretty cool to say that i attended the very last festival, but i hope he really changes his mind and brings back one of the funnest weekends to date.

We kept my birthday festivities sleazy this year, unfortunately one night everyone wanted to buy me a drink to celebrate and i ended up puking my face off into a little garbage can thankfully within a headroll to my bed. I had a bunch of dinners out and a poolside BBQ and lots of friendly messages and cards from friends and family. Minus the barfing and my dad flaking out on birthday lunch plans, i guess it really was a fun birthday week for me.  I am looking forward to an upcoming roadtrip to somewhere i've only flown over!!!! This will be my random international travel party!!!


i need to get a new camera, my shitty busted iPhone camera can only do so much these days, and lately not having a zoom function has taken some humor out of my hot little hands.  I will catch up soon.

summer, officially

I was about several dozen miles deep on the Mass pike on my very early Monday morning commute to Connecticut listening to NPR, thinking it was a rerun broadcast, but it was actually live.  I was in my normal driving space-out conscious driving daydream when something caught my attention.  The announcer said, it is now 7:24am, in exactly 2 minutes summer will officially begin."  Here i am, sunny new england, windows down, driving slighty too fast and i thought, "huh, here i am watching it turn into summer at this very moment."  It was already 76 degrees in Boston when i left a little after 6am.  Ahh Summer........

I had a great weekend with friends, visiting a new beach, eating buffalo chicken pizza (and pesto pizza too), dancing in humid weather to  until the wee hours of the morning,  going out in a group for breakfast.....driving back to CT to find out i scored free tix to the Redsox/Dodgers game and then driving back to Boston to spend a beautiful evening in the Fenway bleachers surrounded by people psyched about drinking beers, eating franks, throwing peanut shells everywhere and chanting encouragements to the local team. i love that place, even when i'm exhausted and pining for more FIFA World Cup action. It's one of a kind.

signs signs, everywhere signs

After a failed attempt to go night swimming , i decided i'd try to get into writing more nonsense.  I've been writing lately, but on paper, and then the stuff i share has been in letter format to specific destinations.  But tonight, writing means posting pictures of signs and graffiti and random things i see here and there. Why?  Random things that catch my eye - i can't explain it - it just ends up as a crappy image on my battered iPhone posted on here.  Like great finds on awesome t-shirts at the thrift store, i can't pass up bathroom humor, anything that has to do with sex, science, or anatomy, and of course grammatical errors.....

zoomed

glued to the tele: COPA MUNDIAL de futbol

If anyone knows anything about me, it's that i've always had this insane love for soccer, specifically World Cup soccer. Every 4 years i get to spend several hours every couple days (for about a month) watching the best athletes in the world get all serious and sweaty over the world's favorite sport.

There's personal drama, team drama, fan drama, and it's great to see an eclectic selection of countries duke out bragging rights for the next 4 years.  I like the competition, camaraderie, patriotism, and the intense 90 minutes of non-stop running and fancy footwork.  It's overwhelming, and that's why i find myself drawn to the television.......next game is this afternoon 2:30pm eastern standard time. Australia vs. Germany - should be a really physical game, both countries breed big beefy-sexy soccer players.  PSYCHED!

A lot of people will ask me, 'why don't you root for the United States?'  When i first became attached to the world cup, the United States were not contenders, it was towards the tail-end of their 40-year drought. My first World Cup team i followed was Italy, partly because of my heritage and partly because they've always been outstanding on the field.  I still continue to root for Italy to this day.  Some may say i am not patriotic, and should be rooting for my own country, which i am, it's hard for me to pick favorites because i love the game so much, i sincerely wish every team the best.......but when it comes to Italy, i then will be fanatical.

This is my favorite soccer player of all time Roberto Baggio (i actually still have a replica of his jersey as well as the same soccer ball in this picture)

take-out food with your family

sometimes we all get lazy and decide take-out is an amazing idea.  for example we decided last minute on friday, that on saturday afternoon all my extended family was going to crash my grandparent's house and we would buy $125 worth of take-out chinese food (soooo much food) and buy a few cases of local microbrewery beers and celebrate life.  It was great because everyone could just hang out and chat and not worry about whether the bird is undercooked or if Grammy left the cake in the freezer.  That's a family gathering i wouldn't mind having at every family gathering, and then i would substitute home-cooked Polish food for the chinese food and maybe have some more of the cross-country/international cousins attend.  I miss those kids!

Now that everyone is all grown up, moved, not moved, married, reproduced, it's nice to get together every once in a while and still have that youthful bond and share memories of countless summers spent together at the family beach front cottages, laughing, playing, taunting, scheming, sunburning, jellyfishin, and loving every minute of the one, the only........ Point-O-Woods beach.    RIP cottages!