Beware of the Ides of March

The last three Marches have not been so kind to me. In March of 2006, I had really bad bronchitis. I remember that I had to get a chest x-ray done and I had to take some asthma medicine to help me breathe. Last March, I tore the meniscus in my right knee and had to get an MRI and go to physical therapy. This March, I seem to have gotten the flu to end all flues. Five straight days of 100 degree temperatures and a cough that made me pull some muscles I never even knew I had. blah!

It seems to me that from now on, whenever March rolls around, I should step into a bubble and not come out until April Fool's Day.

Entitlement

I really get so mad when people act like they're entitled to things - whether they are material or immaterial things. I guess it's just because I've always worked for whatever I got, and it irritates me when people start to expect things without putting in any real work to warrant it. Maybe I should feel sorry for them because they aren't capable of understanding how good it feels to earn something. But whose fault is it? Is it the parents? Maybe. I don't know. But I'm not going to take a chance with my kids. I'm going to teach them how satisfying it feels to set goals for yourself and achieve them rather than being handed everything.

Ok that's all for my rant :-)

I can hardly contain myself!

Last Saturday we placed an order for laminate flooring for the basement. I also took this upcoming Friday off so I can work with my dad to install it since he has Fridays and Saturdays off. So on Friday, we'll wake up really early and pick up all the flooring and start installing it in my sister's room. Yeah, I know, from the title of this blog I made it sound like I was going to Disney or something but this is really exciting for me! We've worked so hard to renovate this basement. First the bathroom, then my sister's room. Now a cohesive floor throughout the basement will be a huge step. It will allow us to walk on a nice, warm surface instead of the cold, damp cement floor w/ vynl tiles. Also, since a close family friend is taking the extra washer/drier, we'll get to use the second living room as an actual living room now! We can finally make use of that sofa and huge coffee table :-) We still have to re-polish it because it has some dings on it, but we got it because it was a really big table on which we can play board games. Legendary Monopoly games w/ the cousins hehe

Oh, side note. Apparently, once every month we face a weird, overpowering odor at work. Last month it was the unbearable smell of fish that someone heated up in the microwave near us. Today it was the smell of sewer gas which was pumped throughout the floor via the vent. Oh man that smelled so nasty. Nevertheless, Jim and I wasted no time in using our classic Seinfeld lines. "It's not B.O... it's B.B.O." "What am I? Hard of smelling?" hahaha great episode.

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Stupid Cabs

My cousins, sister and I went out on Saturday night to celebrate my cousin Palu's new job. We went to a place called Brasserie52 and it was pretty good food. Afterwards, I got us lost on our way to a bar called O'Flaherty's. I thought it was on 47th St. between 8th and 9th Avenues but it was really on 46th St. between 8th and 9th Avenues. So of course, I didn't just go to the next block, but rather, I circled around going back in the direction we came from. haha! We've been to that place before and it had a library feel to it because it had these bookshelves filled with books. My cousins and I have tagged a few books on our previous visits and we planned on tagging another book but when we entered, we were told that the section w/ the books was now reserved for dinner. Blah! We hung out on the sofa then. Regardless, they were good times.

On the way home, my sister and I missed the last bus to our area of Jersey City. So we walked down to 33rd street to catch the PATH to Hoboken. Luckily we got in and the train pulled out soon after. Once we got to Hoboken, we got out of the PATH and got on line for the taxi cabs so we could get a ride to Jersey City. However, TWO empty cabs passed my sister and me without even asking where we want to go, only to subsequently pick up white passengers. Bastard taxi cab drivers. I thought those were my people. I guess not! It was freezing outside and I know these taxi cab drivers saw that my puny sister and my puny self were cold as heck but they still passed us up. I could've understood if they asked us where we were going and then declined to pick us up because they weren't going in that direction. But no! They looked at us and waved their finger and said no. Where's Al Sharpton!