Wha--? (there's more)

I emailed the link about black hockey players to my co-worker... and he replied, with this link:
http://www.tommcmahon.net/2005/02/but_still_no_bl.html

*sigh* I look forward to pointing out to him that physical abilities are different from "fear of water"....

Wha--?

I'm sort of in shock right now. I don't even know how to talk about this except to just share what happened. I just had a conversation with an executive co-worker that went like this...

HIM:

(about a character on the show LOST...):

"It couldn't have been his hot air balloon, because black people don't like heights."

ME:

Wha-?

HIM:

They don't like water, either. They're afraid of water.

ME:

(chin hits desk on way to floor...) What are you talking about?

HIM:

They don't like ice either. That's why they don't live in cold places.

ME:

(head spinning) Ok, stop.

HIM:

Or play hockey.

ME:

uhm, we're not having this conversation.

HIM:

But it's true!! Have you ever seen a black player in professional hockey?

ME:

You've got to be kidding me.

HIM:

They don't play hockey, because they're afraid that if the ice melts, they'll drown.

I swear to God... this was a real conversation. And he wasn't joking. OHMYGOD. I live in Ohio. I feel like I need a shower. NOTE: Of course, there are plenty of great black athletes in professional Hockey. Check it out if you're thinking that was a sane conversation...

hooray

Whew!! My Blog is all fixed! Thanks to the Blogger Help Group on Google's message boards! An image on my "Countdown" post was too wide and threw off the formatting. I've replaced it with a smaller - and actually more relevant - image. Now I can go back to worrying about more important things...

Touching tennis story

Ok, I read Dilbert's Daily Blog because it almost always makes me laugh out loud. Well today, it really touched me and I had nice warm-and-fuzzy tears in my eyes at the end. It's about Tennis. It's about James Blake (I had never heard of him) and Roger Federer (I am now a huge fan). Read it to the end, and I promise you'll be inspired.

http://dilbertblog.typepad.com/the_dilbert_blog/2006/03/winning.html

("Winning" dated 3/24)

I broke my Blog and I can't get up

Not sure what's going on, but the right-side menu with links, etc, is all messed up. Argh... Anyone know why?? I don't think I did anything to the template. *sigh*

Anya's Public Service Announcement...
If you ever need a laugh and you've ever had a job or read the paper or you know, been outside, you'll get some good giggles reading the DILBERT BLOG. I had to close my office door today because I wanted to laugh out loud... His most recent 5-6 posts are just hilarious! Trust me. Read them.

1,095 days

Today is my 3rd wedding anniversary to Peter....

I love you, Peter!!!

Here's to 77 more years!

Countdown

Weee-heeee....!!!

Hello Knees

It's amazing how we take things for granted... like our body parts that we usually are not at all aware of.

Over the weekend, I had yet another ungraceful display of ankle twisting, sprawling to the ground action last weekend... and now I am once again familiar with my knees. Hello knees. What is this, the 30th time I've sponaneously sprained my ankle while standing or walking on a completely flat and safe surface? *sigh* Do I need to start using a cane? Wearing a splint? Seriously, what am I supposed to do? Lift little weights with my feet to make my ankle muscles stronger? That's probably the best bet to reduce the number of ridiculous falls.

This one on Saturday was particularly embarrasing. I really ate it... my right ankle (it's always the right one) just gave out and I went flying forward... landing and skidding on my knees and palms. I had my reading glasses in my hand (no case) because we were headed to the movies after a stop at the bar, and they got nice and scratched across the lenses. I turned myself around to a sitting position and didn't move for about 5 minutes. People were walking by me without comment, and my friend who was with me looked confused and sympathetic and wanted to help me up. Were I not an adult on a public sidewalk, I would have just started bawling... Body parts were hurting... I could feel my knees bleeding, and I couldn't decide yet whether my ankle would be walkable. And finally I got up because we were late meeting up with our friends inside the bar (10 feet away, on the other side of the floor-length window through which they could all watch my sprawl).

Overall, not a huge catastrophe, I know. But it was a sucky way to start a fun night out. I was painfully aware of my minor injuries throughout the evening, despite the 8-9 drinks I consumed to dull the sting. Dancing was out, but I did attempt a game of pool.

Now I kinda wish I had it on film... I'm sure it was hilarious to see... ; )

Revivals

Our trip to New York City... we saw a Broadway revival and we were revived by the city... It's hard to see in this small picture, but the sunlight was just sparkling all over that white building in the middle... like magic!

Peter and I were in New York City last weekend, primarily to see the new revival of SWEENEY TODD on Broadway, but also to see old friends and soak up the energy of the city we both love. I'll post separately about the show, because it was an incredible theatre experience and deserving of its own post...

Our first night in town, we were delighted to meet up with our former landlords at a small cafe. We adore this couple and their love for eachother and for life and adventure inspires us. We feel like their adopted children (no offense to our own families, of course!)

I still get terrified and sick riding in taxis, but I love seeing them in the streets!

On our last day, we visited my old favorite little hole in the wall mexican restaurant... 879-TACO. It's under new ownership, so I didn't see my "boys", but the menu was the same and am still giddy when I think about my Nachos with the Works... perfection! And how's this for karmic significance... the star light in the window is the same as the one that was in our home when we bought it! : ) mmmm... nachos!

And, here's the lamp in my house...

We also went by my old apartment on E. 68th Street... those were good times...

Our lovely accomodations were my friend Vik's apartment. I've always loved the feel of her place... warm, open, and creative.

It was a bit of a bummer to come home again, but Sammi was pretty happy to see us. I wouldn't want to move back at this point, but it's a part of me and I need my NYC-fix from time to time... I'm just happy to know it's THERE.

Cars (3), Anya (0)

Ok, something about my vibe seems to cause malfunctions in the cars I drive. After a hectic morning trying to get out the door at home, I actually became trapped inside my car for a good 40 minutes. Yes, it was just as pathetic as it sounds. No, I didn't have to be rescued by the jaws of life, but any attempt to open my door, would trigger the car alarm and I and all the nice people parked around me (sadly all old people in handicapped spots) got to enjoy BA BA BA BA BA BA BA BA BA BA BA for 30 seconds. Loud honking. It's not nice honking. Now THIS would be nice honking:

Somehow the key buttons were setting the alarm, but failing to lock the driver-side door. So naturally, I'd open it... trying to "reset" the system. It would be too convoluded to try to explain exactly what happened, and in my deaf and panicked mind, I'm no longer too sharp with the details either. Suffice it to say I WAS LOCKED IN MY CAR FOR 40 MINUTES. Go ahead... it's okay... laugh at me...

*sigh* Another reason to miss Manhattan...