Hi All! The nice people at my temp job showed me where the computer is...big mistake! :) Anyway, this one's gonna be quick, as I'm headed home soon so Jill and I can go to the Yankees game tonight. (Oh, BTW Kare, Bill is going with two gorgeous women...US!)

Today's journal is sponsored by the stupid people at the GAP. I fought today for 20 minutes to remove a security tag from my new white pants because they were too lazy to do it when I bought them. Determined I wouldn't be defeated by a little piece of plastic, I wire-cut, scissored, and screwdrivered to free my pants from capitivity. I WON! YEA ME!

So, for the first 5 minutes I cursed the people at the store for not removing my security tag. The next 5 minutes I cursed the people who found it necessary to steal clothes, forcing stores to put ON security tags, which salespeople had to remove, so I could wear my pants. The last 10 minutes, I went back to the store people. As I was sitting at work, I realized...maybe it's me.

The comment my mom made in the doorway as I was trying to use the lever system I learned in Physics (took the stupid class 2ce and all I learned was levers and gravitational pull. Good for security tags and driving! :) ) was
"Why do these things always happen to you?"

It's funny, she makes the same comment every time my food's wrong in a restaraunt or the seagulls decide that being over my head is a great time to use the "potty". These things do seem to happen quite frequently. I think I finally have an answer...I'm Different. Now, most of you who know me well will not dispute this realization. However, I'm not necessarily talking about personality. I have the knack for finding, "coming down with", inherting, loving and being smack in the middle of the strangest things.

Let's take watches for instance. At home, on my dresser I have a box of 6 or 7 watches. I have taken these watches to get the battery changed, as most of them I only had for one year. But, it seems every time I take them to a jeweler they ask how long I've had the watch and don't believe me when I say "one year". They don't believe it b/c the back is eroded, exposing that nice green color you see on pennies. When they open the watch and test the battery...it works just fine. So, this box of watches is waiting to go to the various makers to see if they can determine the reason my year-old watch stopped.

Next, let's go to illness. Trish will remember the one I fondly call "Helen Keller Disease". One day, I just started talking like Helen Keller. This followed a "killer" sore throat, one trip to the doctor and one trip to the E.R. I went to see my old family doctor who diagnosed a weird rare abcess and rushed me to an oral surgeon before my throat closed and he promptly "lanced" and thus removed my weird disease.

Maybe it's just "coincidence". Maybe it's my body chemistry. Who knows? But, maybe the weird things aren't so bad. They do keep me on my toes AND I have learned that in my life, if it can go wrong AND it's weird and off the wall...it will. :)

GO YANKS! (I can't believe I just said that!) Maybe...GO GIAMBI! is better! :)