Tag Archive: Bella is losing it


Then there was

On the subway, a lady with ash blond hair with dark roots wearing a headband with gold roses on it. She looked like she could have been the high priestess of some obscure religion. Or just making a fashion statement, like, “I’ll wear roses in my hair if I want too. Nobody can stop me.” Then she got off off at 77th St. I must find out if any out of the box religions have a temple or something there.

It’s very possible I was drunk when I made the above observations. At least that’s what I wrote on the page after that.

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As I was sitting at one of my local bars enjoying my mac-n-cheese, 2 men came in and stood next to me at the end of bar and ordered drinks. The bartender serves them, takes their money. The owner/manager comes up to the bar, sees them and turns to them, “I told you not to come here. You’re not welcome you have to leave.” At first I thought he was kidding, apparently not since they left.

Wondering why, I looked down at the all white bar and tried to remember if I had ever seen anyone there that wasn’t white. Of course, the logical side of my brain tells me that if racism was the reason, the men would have filed a lawsuit, but then again, maybe not. It just made me wonder.

I stopped writing about my commute because I was tired of writing the same thing everyday. I figured everyone must be tired of reading it too. Then I changed to the #4 and it just sat there! There were 5 million people on the train and it only holds 2 million etc. Anyway, things have changed in my commute.

The first thing is my route to the subway station has changed. This is the sidewalk I normally walk on to get to the subway. I don’t know what they are doing here but the sidewalk is almost completely blocked off. This picture was taken on my way home, in the morning the workers are there and you can’t walk up nearly this far. So they have made a ‘pedestrian walkway’.
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Which is just cones put out on the road to re-direct traffic, and this is a rather narrow road, it makes more sense to walk on the sidewalk on the other side of the street. Which I would do except,
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IMG_1558They are working on the entrance to the subway, so I have to cross the street anyway. So walking down to 96th Street is really the best way to go except, there is a fruit stand at 95th and 3rd where I like to get my breakfast, and being human I am a creature of habit and automatically turn left at 95th street. I also don’t like having to change my routine. After two years of walking the same way to the subway I have to do something different and it annoys me. So I come here to vent and to post pictures, I am really just trying to get back into the habit of writing so if this bores you or YOU are annoyed that with all the bad things happening lately I am going on about having to change my routine, I’m sorry I’m not sorry. Meaning I don’t feel bad about writing this. Because of all the bad that happened last week, I need to get back to my routine and the MTA is not helping! If you are still reading this, thank you for reading and I promise I’ll get better.

Panic on the green train

It is always crowded on the Green train. I have mentioned this before, I may have also mentioned that I am slightly claustrophobic. So as I’m on the train and there is NO MORE ROOM for people and people keep getting on, I panic. I haven’t screamed “Stop getting on! There’s no more room! There wasn’t room for one more person two people ago!” Panic Panic Panic

Then 10 people got off, but 15 people got on.

Dear riders on the green train,

15 people cannot fit the same space as 10 people, stop getting on. Just STOP. You are giving me a panic attack.

Thank you,

Love (or no love), ME

More postcards

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More proof that I have completely lost my mind.

Dear hair,

Could you please, when you fall out of my head, not twist and tie up into little tangles that look like spiders?

You scare me.

Love, Me

Dear little gold hoop with the butterfly,

Please come out of hiding. Your twin misses you.

I thought when I took out of the box and put you in my ear you would understand that meant I liked you and wanted to show you off. I did not want you to jump out and hide.

If you don’t come out of hiding soon, I will be forced to go to the Diamond District and sell your twin. Yes I will.

Love (for now), ME

Dear Netti pot,

I love you, and I hate you.

That is all.

Love (and Hate) ME

Free baseball

As I type this post I am watching the Rays vs Red Sox game. It is the 13th inning and the score is …. 0-0. When I turned it on the bases were loaded for the Red Sox with no outs, yes they did not score.

I really shouldn’t still be up watching this but since I need to type a blog post I am. Then when I go to bed I have to clean off my bed because we were once again cleaning and packing. I am still working on my bedroom. I have not even gotten to my other room. I am such a loser.

Some days things happen that make me feel totally useless or worthless, whatever word you prefer to use. Just had the 400th pitch of the game. Today was one of those days. I haven’t decided if I really want to say what happened, but I was pretty upset after, I’m not upset now. I will just say I am glad I am not going to see certain people again.

Words with Friends

In case you don’t know, Words with Friends is a game. It is played on a wireless device with another person who has the game on their wireless device. I play it a lot.

That being said, I have decided I hate Words with Friends. I hate words, I hate letters, I hate anything connected to the alphabet.

However, I can’t stop playing it.

Just for fun

Ever do something just for fun? MetroNorth has a text number for getting the next train. Last time I used it I noticed ‘reply MLB’ so I did, just to see what would happen. I got the following.

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Then I noticed there were letters next to the games listed. So I replied with a ‘C’. Hey I have unlimited texting.

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I don’t know what those numbers and letters mean. Then I replied ‘b’ for NYY.

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Then ‘s’ for standings.

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Just for fun.

Missing sunglasses

Since my sunglasses don’t have a home, I don’t have one of those cute holders that sits on your dresser and holds glasses, not that there is room on my dresser for such a thing, they are always going missing. Usually not for long, and I usually find them hiding in my car since that is where I usually wear them.

They used to live in my purse, but I changed purses and now there is no room for them.

One day they will be missing forever.

You know what Smurfs are right? Well they were in my iPhone today. I can’t prove it because I couldn’t see them, but I know they were here.

One of the first things I do when I get to work is check my personal e-mail. Since our internet use is monitored, I check it on my iPhone. I have 5 e-mail accounts, checking them on my iPhone is easy because I have all the accounts synced and I can look at all of them at once. An error message was popping up that my user name or password was incorrect, for just one of the accounts; also I hadn’t changed my user name or password. Those two facts, that it was only one account and I hadn’t changed my password lead me to the only logical conclusion.

Smurfs.

As soon as they realized I could still check my mail through the web browser on my iPhone, they gave up their little game and I was able to check through the e-mail icon. Can’t trust anyone whose natural color is blue. Just ask any Star Trek captain.