This post is dedicated to my season ticket crew, who have been asking for the blog to be reopened, and actually started chanting the title of this post at last night's game.
A few updates, since last we met, it was, a, uh, different time.
IN GENERAL:
I'm now a home owner. After feeling discouraged (see the last post I - er, the Yankee Chicken - ever did here), I managed to find a place in my price range that I didn't need a six-figure salary or a husband to afford. Props to my accountant who planted the seed of homeownership - I lived for years thinking I could never do it on a copy editor's salary and he was all, "Hey, as a first-time home-buyer, you can take up to $10K from your 401K or IRA to buy a place." And since first-time homebuyers don't need to put down 20 percent, well, hell, yeah, I wanted in! Thankfully, I got into my neighborhood while it was still "cheap." I don't think I could afford it now.
(Ken is also now a condo owner in my nabe and we take long-ass walks around town whenever we want and get Starbucks and super good cookies and reminisce about the time we saved a tree that was engulfed in flames...with the help of a firefighter and his Diet Coke)
I couldn't really blog much the past few years because I've been perpetually working on novels...that end up not going anywhere. But still, my time was eaten up pretty mightily, and still might be because I literally have TWENTY THREE ideas I want to work on. If I can't write, I can't breathe, so there's that. And if you're interested in reading something of mine, I've got my book Home Ick on Swoon Reads. It's free, if you want to leave comments/feedback/help a gal get published.
YANKEE STUFF:
I'm now a home owner. After feeling discouraged (see the last post I - er, the Yankee Chicken - ever did here), I managed to find a place in my price range that I didn't need a six-figure salary or a husband to afford. Props to my accountant who planted the seed of homeownership - I lived for years thinking I could never do it on a copy editor's salary and he was all, "Hey, as a first-time home-buyer, you can take up to $10K from your 401K or IRA to buy a place." And since first-time homebuyers don't need to put down 20 percent, well, hell, yeah, I wanted in! Thankfully, I got into my neighborhood while it was still "cheap." I don't think I could afford it now.
I couldn't really blog much the past few years because I've been perpetually working on novels...that end up not going anywhere. But still, my time was eaten up pretty mightily, and still might be because I literally have TWENTY THREE ideas I want to work on. If I can't write, I can't breathe, so there's that. And if you're interested in reading something of mine, I've got my book Home Ick on Swoon Reads. It's free, if you want to leave comments/feedback/help a gal get published.
YANKEE STUFF:
Most important: The Yankee Chicken is still luck-bringing and making Christmas cards of which he is the hero. His current favorite Yankee is "all of them. It would not be fair for me, a good-luck bringing Yankee Chicken, to play favorites, even if there is a player with a last name that is LITERALLY BIRD."
(Mine's Didi. Post-game Tweets = self-explanatory)
(Mine's Didi. Post-game Tweets = self-explanatory)
I'm in year 15 with the season tickets. Steph, Erica - YES, ERICA HAS RETURNED!!! - and I made a bold move...and switched sides of the Stadium. This not only gives us a new view, and new tourists to hang with (it's always tourists), but has positioned us so we can get out before the first post-game playing of New York, New York is over. (We were out by "Theeeeeese liittle town bluuuuues" last night. This is super great.)
2017 was one of the best years for games I've attended. Not only did I get to see the 9-1 comeback in April, I got to be at three playoff games, one being the Wild Card game, in which the Stadium energy was off-the-charts bat shit. I've never been at a playoff game where the fans were just basically coursing with this manic, fierce glee and ready to explode for all nine innings. Didi's home run to tie the game at 3 was unreal. The whole thing was incredible.
2017 was one of the best years for games I've attended. Not only did I get to see the 9-1 comeback in April, I got to be at three playoff games, one being the Wild Card game, in which the Stadium energy was off-the-charts bat shit. I've never been at a playoff game where the fans were just basically coursing with this manic, fierce glee and ready to explode for all nine innings. Didi's home run to tie the game at 3 was unreal. The whole thing was incredible.
PETS:
Sweet Pea the cat sadly passed away at 17 last year. She had some kidney issues, which required me TO GIVE HER AN IV every other day, which was AWESOME for a needlephobe, but, hey, this is pet ownership. She was a good cat.
The new addition is Clarence the cat. He likes to take things out of the bathroom trash and play with them, and also has his own Instagram account. He thinks he's a model. He might be?
ENTERTAINMENT:
I thank whatever god made it so that retro American Top 40 countdowns are still happening on weekends (so Tonya and I can commiserate on our 80s favorites AND insane Long Distance Dedications, like when the woman was dating the firefighter against her father's wishes, only to find out like a year into the relationship that THE FIREFIGHTER IS MARRIED AND YET THEY STILL END UP TOGETHER AND KENNY ROGERS' THROUGH THE YEARS IS SOMEHOW THE SONG SHE WANTS TO DEDICATE TO HIM. WHAT.) and that there's a 24/7 iHeart Radio channel devoted to it. I also broke down and got a SiriusXm subscription and OMG, it's the best thing I "buy" every month.
My TV show diet has weirdly flipped and I'm barely watching any dramas right now (Better Call Saul, Game of Thrones and Poldark are about it. I MISS YOU MAD MEN), and it's mostly all comedies. Marvelous Mrs. Maisel, Dear White People, Younger, One Day at a Time and GLOW (if you aren't watching this WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU GET ON THAT) are my current faves. I've adjusted to the phenomenon of binge-watching, just because I want to avoid spoilers, but I deep down wish every show could be parceled out the old-school way of once a week. But I'm just an old ass, what do I know?
Sweet Pea the cat sadly passed away at 17 last year. She had some kidney issues, which required me TO GIVE HER AN IV every other day, which was AWESOME for a needlephobe, but, hey, this is pet ownership. She was a good cat.
The new addition is Clarence the cat. He likes to take things out of the bathroom trash and play with them, and also has his own Instagram account. He thinks he's a model. He might be?
I thank whatever god made it so that retro American Top 40 countdowns are still happening on weekends (so Tonya and I can commiserate on our 80s favorites AND insane Long Distance Dedications, like when the woman was dating the firefighter against her father's wishes, only to find out like a year into the relationship that THE FIREFIGHTER IS MARRIED AND YET THEY STILL END UP TOGETHER AND KENNY ROGERS' THROUGH THE YEARS IS SOMEHOW THE SONG SHE WANTS TO DEDICATE TO HIM. WHAT.) and that there's a 24/7 iHeart Radio channel devoted to it. I also broke down and got a SiriusXm subscription and OMG, it's the best thing I "buy" every month.
My TV show diet has weirdly flipped and I'm barely watching any dramas right now (Better Call Saul, Game of Thrones and Poldark are about it. I MISS YOU MAD MEN), and it's mostly all comedies. Marvelous Mrs. Maisel, Dear White People, Younger, One Day at a Time and GLOW (if you aren't watching this WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU GET ON THAT) are my current faves. I've adjusted to the phenomenon of binge-watching, just because I want to avoid spoilers, but I deep down wish every show could be parceled out the old-school way of once a week. But I'm just an old ass, what do I know?
Anyway, that's just a minor recap. I'll see if I can keep this up on a semi-regular basis, but, you know those TWENTY THREE other story ideas ain't going to write themselves (but, then, neither are my Yankee game recaps, so, hmmm...)
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