When Do I Have To Do The Long Drive?

So my boss yesterday/Thursday asked if I could come in to work tomorrow/Saturday and, after trying to think if there was anything I absolutely had to do and coming up empty, I said yes.

But there is something I kinda could have done tomorrow/Saturday.  Last week Mother asked me to drive all the way down to my brother's place and give my niece presents she asked my folks to get for her.  I don't enjoy a 45-minute drive, but I was prepared to do it.  Last week my sister-in-law told me they were out of town, so this weekend would've been the "perfect" time to do it ... until I volunteered to come in and work.  I guess I could still do it tomorrow/Saturday; it would just have to be after work and probably after dinner.  Or, I could do it Sunday before the Gold Cup Matches.  But if I had to drive all the way down to my niece's, I prefer it to be the only thing I do that day.  And that plan is ruined unless either 1) I get to do this drive possibly next weekend (I might be busy then, too) or 2) they come up here and get the gifts from us.  The latter would be a huge burden off my chest, but it probably won't happen.

Facial Rec For OnlyFans?!?! GTFO!!!

So I tried logging into OnlyFans a few days ago, and instead of seeing its busy, clunky homepage, I was told I needed to be verified.  The link I clicked on sent me to this third-party site that had a lot of words that I needed to read.  There it said that I need to be verified through, get this, facial recognition.

That shit came at me out of the blue.  I understand that maybe you need ways to identify consumers on your porn site.  But I also have the right to opt out and not volunteer my physical features to a company just so I can beat off to naked women.  So I refuse.  And that probably means I won't use OnlyFans unless they end or even lighten the policy, so I might not ever use it again.

I am kind of crestfallen, but I don't trust a porn site to keep my facial characteristics secure.  For all I know, they'll sell images of me to an artificial intelligence company.  That fear overrides any understanding that this company should know who you are.  Too bad; whenever I needed to see someone naked for a bit, I sometimes went out to OF.  But only sometimes because -- and maybe I need to rant a bit here -- its interface was awful.  I try to press a button and it would take forever to get to the next page.  And it's so picture- and video-heavy (for obvious reasons), yet it had a difficult time reloading and refreshing.  You would think a porn site would fix a loading problem.  But whatever, I can't and won't go there anymore.

The Weekly Minnesota Sports Survey

#-1: Lynx (Last Week: -1).  Maybe this lower back injury to Napheesa Collier is worse than I initially believed.  She has sat out both Games this screening Week, and there is yet no timetable as to when she can return to the court.  Maybe this out of precaution; there are now 44 Games in the WNBA season now, and they will definitely need her for the postseason, if not by July 1 for the Commissioner's Cup Final vs. Indiana at Target Center.

In the meantime, whether it's due to injury or load management or a blend of both, the Lynx had to go without their impending regular season MVP.  It wasn't a problem at home Saturday, where they blew it open in the Fourth Quarter and routed Los Angeles, a team that hasn't figured it out yet, by 16 at home.  Kayla McBride stepped up and poured in 29 Points in the winning effort.  However, they suffered their second Loss of the Year last/Tuesday night, 68-64, at a Washington squad that is rapidly improving thanks to their bevy of young players.  McBride scored only seven Points.

This situation may need to be monitored if the Collier injury is more serious than thought.  Her club has to visit another team that seems to be getting it, Atlanta, on Friday, but then come home to play woebegone Connecticut before the CC, money in the bank championship Game against Caitlin Clark and the Fever Tuesday night.

#-2: Twins (Last Week: -3).  OK, I may have soft-pedaled the collapse the Twinks are going through, because even though it may have been this brutal during their entire June swoon, it took me this last Week to see how fucking awful this team is right now.  They went 1-6 this screening Week, they are currently in a five-Game losing streak, they got swept at home to The Bastard Seattle Pilots over the weekend, are 3-15 in their last 18.

What really sticks out, however, is the extent to which they have gotten the shit kicked out of them in these "Games."  On Monday they got blasted by Seattle (at home), 11-2.  Milwaukee boatraced the Twinks 17-6 Friday and 9-0 Saturday.  And if you want to go further back, The Bastard Washington Senators v.2.0. notched 16 Runs on the Twinks twice.  The Rotation has been decimated, but I didn't think it would get this awful, and besides, this is a situation where you would think the Offense would try and pick up the slack, but obviously they haven't.

So now we've got a situation where the Twinks, who not too long ago held down a Wild Card spot and would have hosted a Wild Card series, now have the fourth-worst record in The American League, and there is such a listlessness around this team that this entire outfit is just about to crash into the ocean.  And considering how toxic the relationship between ownership and the fanbase is right now, I don't think anyone cares to do anything about it.

The Twins have two more chances to avoid getting swept by the Mariners.  They then travel to Detroit, who just got their 50th Win of the season last/Tuesday evening, for a trio over the weekend.  After that, they head to Miami to play a three-Game set versus the Marlins starting on Tuesday.

On The Hunt For Oral Rinse

I don't remember when, but whenever I brush my teeth (and I confess that it's not twice a day, and in fact it's not daily!), I use this oral rinse.  It's not Listerine, nor anything like that.  It is (I think) referred to as an oral rinse.  Specifically, if you look at what the active ingredients are used for in the back of the bottle, this is an anticavity liquid.  Some time ago, the American Dental Association, in my estimation, really pushed for the use of this formula to combat cavities.  And I, someone who battled cavities since I was a child (partly because I didn't brush my teeth daily, let alone twice a day), could use a magic bullet that would prevent them.

I don't have absolute proof, since my use of this oral rinse more than a decade ago coincided with greater brushing frequency and more diligent trips to the dentist, but I may have developed one cavity since I started using this oral rinse.  I was convinced that this indeed is saving my teeth, so I made it a routine to use it after brushing and, once I used it all up, I would go to Target, find that bottle of green liquid with the ADA logo signally approval and buy it.  This used to be ACT, but once I started becoming price-conscious, I switched to the Target's generic Up & Up brand, which had a similar formula and, more importantly, was also branded with the ADA logo.

And then, maybe a year or so ago, when I wanted to pick up yet another bottle at Target, I didn't see the logo anymore.  Freaked me the hell out.  What looked to be the replacement was not quite right.  I believe it said, instead of "oral rinse," "mouthwash" or "mouth rinse" or something.  I flipped the bottle to see the active ingredients and saw none of what I believe gave this product that seal of approval: Sodium fluoride and fluoride ion.  And it has to be at a certain percentage of those compounds: ACT currently has an oral rinse which I saw have sodium fluoride and fluoride ion in lower percentages in their bottles.  Guess what?  They no longer have the ADA seal of approval.

I ran out of my last Target bottle of oral rinse some time last week, and Saturday, the first time I stepped into Target since I started my boycott against this Trump-cocksucking corporation in early February, I was hoping to see if it was back on the shelves, but it wasn't.  I saw some Internet chatter that other people were wondering what happened to this product, so I began to worry that they just weren't making it anymore.  I can't conclude anything else than that now.

So the ACT oral rinse is now so weak the ADA doesn't believe it can prevent cavities.  Up & Up now touts "mouthwash" that is antiplaque and antigingivitis -- both good things, but dammit, I want something anticavity.  (More online sleuthing makes me think the main difference in what I want and I what I see on shelves is the prevalent use of alcohol.  The anticavity oral rinse I have used for decades does not give you that alcohol burn.  Listerine and I think these other mouthwashes do.)  I finally searched online and, after finding the magic words, it seems as though CVS has its generic brand of oral rinse.  And it's still in shelves ... even though it's not in all of them.  That kind of scares me.  If it's not just Target that's pulling this product, does it mean that there's something wrong with the formulation?  Is it not as anticavity as the ADA thought it was?  Or does this have something to do with a worldwide supply crunch of fluoride or something?

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Yesterday/Monday morning I couldn't sleep.  I may have gotten an hour overnight, but I was well enough that I got out to the car early enough to buy myself a mocha and oatmeal for breakfast.  I didn't plan on spending any money yesterday/Monday, but since I did, I figured I could spend more.  And after seeing that a ticket to see Dave Wakelin and his version of The English Beat at The Dakota was a bit too rich for my blood (the band seems to tour all the time, so I maybe I'll catch them at First Ave or a larger venue that'll have lower prices than $75), I figured yesterday/Monday was the day to hunt and stock up on this oral rinse.  Having a weirdly light day when I was expecting to be at work for at least ten hours made that decision easy to make.  All I had to do was drive up past where I live to a CVS I've never been to.  They had three bottles -- and, in another instance that makes me think they're just clearing out this product, it was BOGO.  Maybe I should've grabbed that third, but I got two.  And it may be the last two of this formula I will ever be able to use.

But, I have these two oral rinse bottles, so I'm set for the time being.  (It'll help that I'm starting to use the free bottles of Listerine I get with my free toothbrush and floss every time I visit the dentist.  Have to use them at some point.  Hope using them doesn't give me cavities!)  I really hope this is a temporary blip and that this formulation will be back on the shelves.  If not, I would like to see some explanation as to why I can't buy this anymore.  Like I said, I could be wrong, but I think it's a tooth saver, and so I want to keep using it.

Oh, Just Die, You Dumb Bug

Yeah, insects are becoming an issue.  After being afraid of a big ant that wouldn't die and having to change bathrooms to shower because of a lazy damn bug, there was another damn bug, a small beetle-looking idiot, that found itself at the top of my bathroom sink (this was about a week ago) and then sauntered on down just short of the drain (this was maybe Saturday or Friday).

It obviously wasn't a problem while it was hanging up on top.  But now that it was near the bottom, I wasn't able to wash my damn hands.  I opened a trickle a couple times just so it wouldn't drown, and some other times I just skipped washing my hands.  But I tried, man, I really tried to get it to leave the basin by holding an envelope of those, um, floss toothpicks (you know what I mean, right?) out for it to latch onto.  I feel bad that one time it may have gotten its front legs on it and I jerked the envelope away too fast, so it tumbled back into the basin.  Otherwise, it would just avoid the thing like the plague.  I need to use the sink, dammit!

Yesterday/Sunday I kind of had enough.  I opened the faucet a couple times to the point where I may have drowned it.  Then, after I burned my thumb carrying a pan of bread that just got done in the toaster oven, I went back to the bathroom to cool off my hand.  I may have forgotten about that insect, but frankly, I was more worried about putting my thumb under water.  And so I turned the faucet on all the way, and yep, clumsy, cruel me saw the small, dumb thing disappear down the drain.

Maybe I should've given it more of a chance.  And hell, if this beetle is anything like that ant, it'll crawl up the drain and scare the shit out of me.  But frankly, I've had it rearranging my human time to accommodate this lazy and/or dumb bug.  God made a hierarchy for a reason.

I Rule My Bedroom

What I've noticed -- and I don't think I've blog posted this before -- is that when my parents are here after they come home, I retreat into my bedroom.  If they were not home today -- and again, they shouldn't be -- I would be running around the house, maybe doing chores and stuff.  (Certainly I wouldn't be outside; it is about to become 4 p.m. here, and that is when the heat index is supposed to get to 107, the highest it'll get today [apparently it reached 109 yesterday/Saturday].)  But since they are home, and again I'm glad they're alive, I cede the house to them and just rule my bedroom.

I just woke up from a nap.  With nothing to do in my bedroom -- well, I could clean up, but why? -- I have been napping a lot since my folks have come home.  That probably will be how it is.

Ah!

Yeah, I got down with ****e this/Saturday afternoon, and it was as good as I hoped it would be.  In fact, I think she was willing to do more.  Man, so loving, so seductive ... I was putty in her hand just like that.

Better yet, when I asked her how much for her rendered services, she said, "Whatever."  So, I coolly reached in my wallet and pulled out some money.  I shouldn't have done that.  Actually I should have rearranged my dollar bills before I went to the party, because I just pulled out ... well, the amount I gave her when I didn't want to give her that much.  I mean, ****e is fantastic.  But for what she did to me, I have never given that much.

I get the feeling she is really chill about it.  (I was hoping that we could do this away from parties, but she didn't sound like she wants home visits, shucks.)  But I am afraid that she noticed how much I gave her before and will see that I won't give her that much next time.  And shit, as good as she is, I cannot give her as much as I did, just on principle.  Well, unless ****e wants to go all the way with me. ...

Summer Is Finally Here

We've had some hot days, but only a few.  It actually has felt like spring for many weeks and, in fact, early spring (maybe even in a late winter?) where there were nights, not too long ago, when the central heat kicked in.

I think those days are over, because yesterday/Friday was the first time in 2025 where it not only felt hot but also humid.  This is one of those days where I want Father to finally cave in and turn on the air conditioner.  We haven't done that yet, and I am OK with that because I am now paying for the AC and it'll get pretty damn expensive.  But as hot and humid as it is right now, it'll get even worse over the weekend.  We have an Extreme Heat Warning starting noon today/Saturday and ending, supposedly, 9 tomorrow/Sunday night.  I think Father, and I, will cave at some point.

Man, Those Are Some Big Bananas

Just at a banana.  Father always packs two things for me to take to work with me.  I keep telling him I don't need anything, but because he insists, I eat only one and take the other thing home with me, possibly to eat as a late-night snack.

I think I've told my thinking about this before, but usually, I take home the banana.  The other thing is some pastry Mother made that should be microwaved.  If I took it home, it'd go up to room temperature, and unlike a banana, I don't think it's supposed to be stored like that, so I usually eat that.  Anyway, I have noticed that, more often than not, the bananas Father gets are huge -- like, well, girthy huge.  The one I just ate was obscenely big.  I don't think Father means anything homoerotic about it (well, beyond the inescapable fact that the banana is shaped like a phallus), he wants the biggest pieces of food he can buy, and bananas are a prime example of this want of his.

I don't need to eat big bananas.  Heck, I usually don't eat any bananas when they're not in town because they'll go bad before I get around to eating them all.  But since Father is in town, I have to eat these huge frickin' bananas he'll buy, I guess ...

Rationing Days Off

In an unusual break in my day yesterday/Wednesday at work, I had time to re-parcel out my days off.  For some time earlier in the year, I was afraid that I would not be able to take enough days off, and if I didn't before the year was out, I would just flat-out lose them.

Well, I might have my calculations wrong, but I think I have the opposite problem now.  I did the math (I think) and I believed a few months ago that I need to average two days off a month in order to use up all the paid time off I would otherwise lose.  However, I strayed from that.  Sometimes it was out of necessity; for example, I think May filled up a lot, and so I don't think I took the two days off I thought I could.  Other times I wanted to take a third because ... well, take tomorrow/Friday.  I thought I would be taking a road trip to see my stripper girlfriend in western Minnesota, but her toilet doesn't work anymore, so that plan blew up in smoke, and then my parents came home, so there won't be a long weekend anywhere.  (I'm still taking the day off because I want to go to the Minneapolis Institute of Art and check out the art collection of Alicia Keys and her husband.)  And next month I have two MNUFC soccer Matches back-to-back.  Assuming there would be enough work for me to have to stay late, which I can't do if I want to get to the Matches on time, I figured I would stay as late at work as I could for the first Loons date, then take the next day off so that if the person to whom I am leaving so much work the first day is pissed at me, I wouldn't be there.  If she holds a grudge when I come back on Wednesday, well, maybe I'll be dead.

Bottom line is that, somehow, I now average less than two days per month to get to where I need to be.  I don't want to take off more days than I should, but then again I have gotten into the mindset that if I want to take a day off, I don't want anything to stop me.  Well, if I keep this up, I won't have any more days off I can take off.  So yeah, I'm in kind of a bind.

The Weekly Minnesota Sports Survey

#-1: Lynx (Last Week: -1).  Well, the bad news is that the Lynx blinked first before The New York Liberty, losing their first Game of the season at Seattle Wednesday by ten.  That actually put the Storm in the driver's seat to be The Western Conference's representative for The Commissioner's Cup.  But they lost their next Game, to The Golden State Valkyries (and congratulations to them for standing up for themselves and proving they won't be pushed around).  That allowed the Lynx to spurt past Seattle for the West's CC spot by routing Los Angeles at home Saturday afternoon by 23 and, after going into the Half down nine, doubling up The Bastard Utah Starzzz/San Antonio Silver Stars 46-23, to beat Las Vegas by 14 last/Tuesday night.

They will get New Yo ... no!  Interestingly enough, coming into last/Tuesday night, the team controlling its destiny in the East was Atlanta.  But the Dream lost to the Liberty by five in Brooklyn.  That then gave the birth to, of all clubs, The Indiana Fever, who blitzed The Bastard Orlando Miracle by 16 (in a ugly Game; Caitlin Clark and a couple Sun players got into a scuffle and got T'd up).  In their Game before, they gave New York their first Loss of the Year, which also was Clark's first Game back from her left quad strain.  She scored 32 Points, grabbed eight Rebounds and dished out nine Assists.

That victory over the Liberty was the tie-breaker that got the Fever into the Commissioner's Cup Final vs. the Lynx.  It'll be held on Tuesday, July 1, and it'll be held in Target Center.  They should probably pull down the tarps for that one.  But will they have Napheesa Collier for that cup final?  She left in the First Half of the Game versus Las Vegas.  The others stepped up to ace out the Aces, but will she need to sit out league Games against the Sparks (at home Saturday) and the Mystics (in D. C. Tuesday) to heal up?

#-2: United FC (Re-Entry!).  I described much of the Match -- well, from the perspective of missing San Diego FC's go-ahead Goal because I was only Twitter or Bluesky.  But there is a bigger takeaway from this Loss.  The two best sides in The Western Conference all season up to this point have been The Vancouver Whitecaps (in first) and SDFC (in second).  Both clubs came to Allianz Field in highly-anticipated matchups, but missing key pieces ... and yet came away with two-Goal Wins.  I still think the Loons are a good team.  But if those two defeats are any indication -- and I am prepared to step out on a ledge to declare this is a pattern -- MNUFC are a clear tier above the squads below them right now, and a clear tier below the ones above them right now.  Sorry to sound didactic, but this is a hard truth that will be more difficult to dispel as the Matches get more important.

Hmmm ... when they played Saturday, it was 13 Days from the previous tilt, and it'll be another 11 before they play again, home to Houston.  So they're dropping out of the WMNSS next Week.  Cool.  Saves me work.

#-3: Twins (Last Week: -2).  The sudden shakiness of the pitching, both from the Rotation and the Bullpen, is sinking the Twinks right now.  They started the screening Week defeating The Bastard Washington Senators v.2.0, 6-2, but have lost five in row since.  That includes getting swept in Houston by the Asterisks/Trashstros, the last two in excruciating, Game-ending fashion.  They are 2-8 in their last ten contests, slipped back to .500, and freefallen out of a playoff spot.  All these injuries that currently are plaguing the team have overshadowed the fact that the most notable face of this organization's injury woes of recent years, Byron Buxton, has been relatively healthy so far.  He's been producing pretty well, but it's going for naught.  What cruel irony.

They're finishing a trio in Cincinnati, they will host The Bastard Seattle Pilots for a three-Game series over the weekend, then they will host The Seattle Mariners for a four-Game set starting Monday.

Evil Is Winning

So my parents are home.  No, that's not bad in and of itself, but still ... I don't want them here.

So I'm in a foul mood because of that and because I think a part of the house is starting to fall apart (haven't told them yet, maybe tomorrow if I get home from work in time, which is 50/50).  But this Republican terrorist assassinated a state Senator, her husband and their dog, and no amount of justice is going to bring them back.  Donald Trump still holds power, and Republicans will still get their way.  There are enough people who will support these fascists to the end, and many more who don't care that democracy is slipping through our fingers.  Finally, and I don't care that I am equating sports to all this "real world" stuff, but The Bastard Seattle SuperSonics won Game 5 of the NBA Finals last/Monday night and might be able to finish it up Thursday.  And while I respect The Florida Panthers, I still do not like when cities that do not get cold enough for ice to form naturally wins Stanley Cups over cities that do, especially when they are about to do it two Years in a row, like what probably will happen in Game 6 tonight/Tuesday night.

The bad guys are winning.  Evil is winning.  And I now have to be careful around a house that might be falling apart because my parents have come back home.  Fuck all this unfair bullshit.

The House Is Falling Apart

My world and the world is ending (although they caught the assassin, thank the gods above), and now, the house is falling apart.  I heard things before, literally, but just now I finally paid close attention and isolated just what is going on.

I finally realized that the floorboards of the hallway just between my bedroom and kitchen is making a lot, and I mean a lot, of noise.  I kind of thought those creaks were beats coming from my satellite radio, which I cast on to the big TV in the dining room.  But I realized that I heard them when I was walking from my bedroom to my kitchen.  I then started pressing down on those floorboards, and they were creaking like mad.  Now that I actually "hear" them, it's kind of scary what is going on now: I walk, just normal, over those floorboards, they make a slight by audible "creak" -- and after that I hear one or two loud ... well, let's just say knocks, and they are pretty loud.  I don't exactly know what's going on, but I suspect something there is giving way.

It's a hell of a thing to tell my parents when they come back, but I think I have to tell them.  Maybe it's been this bad for a long time and we just didn't realize it, but now that I have focused on it, it's something I have to raise with my folks.

Things just kind of suck now.  I'm not happy that they're coming home, and I am not ready for them to come home, but there's no time for me to do anything to prepare for them coming home besides the absolutely necessary and basic.  And it's just a buzzkill, man, it feels like an immense invasion of privacy.

Doomscroll Addiction Got Me Again

It was a combination of things again.  The big thing, of course, was the political assassinations of former Speaker of the Minnesota House Melissa Hortman and her husband by that Republican terrorist (and goddammit, we have to start describing them as they are: Republican terrorists) who's still fucking running loose.  My parents coming home has got me down.  The weather was extremely cold (well, temperatures in the fifties and sixties, which isn't too bad in and of itself, but it was drizzling off and on, and it totally matched the mood set by the devastating murders overnight).

Plus, I had to work a Game this/Saturday afternoon before going to the United FC Match in the evening.  I thought I would have time to get in a solid nap, but my best friend and his wife were in town.  Downtown Minneapolis, in fact, so it was too easy to just walk from Target Center to their hotel to chat with them for 75 minutes.  It's been about a decade since I've seen them, so yeah, I skipped a nap, which I desperately needed, to talk.  And then, once I got home, diarrhea attacked me.  I think my bowels were just stuck in me and the breakfast I ate before the Game was just the thing to loosen my stool.  Unfortunately I couldn't get as much sleep in as I wanted because I had to go back to the bathroom.  (Still, I think I got, maybe, ten minutes.  But it was a hard sleep; the alarm woke me up and I was all, "What?  What happened?"  That's a sure sign that you were out like a busted light.)

Anyway, I got to the MNUFC Match, which featured two of the weirdest Goals you'll ever see: A backpass which got past the Goalkeeper for a Loons lead, and a golazo from halfway that tied the Match.  It was a good Game, even after San Diego FC tied it up early in the Second Half at 2.  So why did I get the urge to start scrolling through my social media feeds again?  Well, the above excuses, and again, there was a dead spot during the soccer Game where, like, someone was hurt, and I took the opportunity to pick up my phone.  From there, I got sucked into looking at all the posts over the Hortman assassinations and the No Kings rallies going on in the afternoon.

And while I was down that rabbit hole, I heard an audible gasp around the stadium.  I looked up and saw the backup Loons Goalkeeper lying on his side and SDFC celebrating.  They took the lead, and they would eventually score another one to seal a 4-2 Win.  Now, missing the opponent scoring isn't the worse thing in the world, but I did buy a ticket to a sport where Goals aren't something you see all the time.  It was the Game-winning Goal, so it was important.  But I skipped watching because I am a goddamn addict for my phone.  Beyond the excuses, and I can't do anything about it now, I gotta fucking pay attention to the reality I see before me, especially if I am paying a pretty penny for it.

What I Am Describing Happened When I Phoned My Mother Just Now

No, it doesn't matter now that they're coming home 2 1/2 months early.  And I can see that Mother is telling me not to worry about it, and that she can take care of it once they come home so I don't have to do it.  But she is old and doesn't completely understand English, so this payment that needs to be made is something I'll eventually have to do, and I wanted to do it this weekend while I have the time because I don't work.

There is one overriding disappointment when she rebuffed my wanting to pay these payments for her.  It's a chore, but it's something I wanted to do.  Instead, her wishes won out, even if those wishes are, essentially, "I'll do this responsibility, you don't have to do it."  Mother (and Father for that matter) minimizing what I want to do has been a cornerstone of the nature of our relationship, and as anodyne as this interaction seems, there is a burning rage inside of me over what she (albeit innocently) said, and right now I am as frustrated over how she made me feel after the phone call as I feel over needing to be careful of myself around the house again.  I can never quite be free from the parts of my relationship with Mother that I hate because it keeps rearing its damn ugly head.

Feeling Sorry For Myself

Now that the reality of them coming home and ruining the life I have here in my house is settling in, I just spent the past several hours feeling sorry for myself.  Well, I decided I needed to see my ATF, ******a, at My Favorite Stripclub (and let's face it, it's the only stripclub I go to nowadays) before my folks return.  I could have started cleaning up around here, and I just did clean the dishes.  But I have just more than 72 hours before they come home -- what can I really do to tidy up the place?  Nothing.  So I don't do anything, or at least nothing much.

This is where my procrastination over bringing out My Stuff is a good thing.  I should've taken some things out of storage so I could go through them.  But work has been such a bear, and I've been going to soccer Matches every Saturday (at least it seems like), that I never got around to it.  And now that they're coming back, I don't have to frantically put everything back together and haul all that crap to my storage unit.  That is one big thing I don't have to worry about.

And everything else, in my opinion, is out of my control.  I was blindsided, so what can I do?  That's how I justify not dusting or wiping.  I might clean the toilets -- might.  Everything else, hey, I don't have time for.  Maybe if I had three more months like I thought I did!!

They're coming home.

They're fucking coming home.

They were supposed to be gone for three more months.  Instead, they're coming back next week.

Why?  My Mother's feet hurt.

Jesus fucking Christ.

The Weekly Minnesota Sports Survey

Noting that Weeks like this, in the summer when MNUFC is on an International Break, is the lightest the Weekly Minnesota Sports Survey can be, and frankly, as someone who is really tired right now and has other stuff he needs to do, I like that a lot:

#-1: Lynx (Last Week: -1).  All they do is win, win, win.  (All New York does is win as well; they both have 9-0 records, so I don't think I can nudge the Lynx up past negative numbers.)  They actually only had one Game this screening Week, and they beat The Bastard Detroit-by-way-of-Tulsa Shock in Dallas, 81-65 (without Paige Bueckers, who sat out because she was still in concussion protocol).

It feels as though that the season's coming down to the WNBA Finals against New York.  I don't think they're going to see the Liberty until, at the earliest, the Commissioner's Cup Final.  However, tonight/Tuesday night the Lynx travel to play a Seattle Storm team that could give them a game.  After that they come home to play Los Angeles Saturday afternoon (a Game I'll be working) and The Bastard Utah Starzzz/San Antonio Silver Stars, a franchise that seemed to be the W's lodestar two Years ago but has fallen off big time since, Tuesday evening.

#-2: Twins (Last Week: -3).  A 2-4 Week has dropped the Twins behind Toronto -- who came to Target Field over the weekend (but didn't have their fanbase follow them [as they usually do] because Canadians think we suck ... and we do) and won two-of-three -- and Tampa, and they're now clinging to the final American League Wild Card spot, one Game ahead of Cleveland.

The Offense has come back around a bit, even though Royce Lewis still has not found his swing.  But the Starting Pitching, which led the team's comeback from a rough start, is dragging the Twins down the standings again.  Pablo Lopez has a right shoulder injury that will sideline him two or three months, and assumed replacement Zebby Matthews has a shoulder strain and will be out for about the next two weeks.  One of the call-ups, Simeon Woods Richardson (who was the fifth starter coming out of Spring Training), pitched last/Tuesday night and got shaken down over 4 2/3 Innings in an, oof, 16-4 Loss to The Bastard Washington Senators v.2.0.  I want the guy to succeed, but ...

This is the time of the season where the Twins need to endure and find other ways to win.  After they finish up with Texas, they travel to Houston over the weekend, then go over to Cincinnati play a trio against the Reds starting on Tuesday.

Tryna Line Up All My Hoes

So I have a long weekend coming up.  I initially thought I would stay with my stripper girlfriend, ********a, out there so we could get down and dirty, but her septic tank is now broken, so she can't use any water there.  Yikes.

I then thought I would drop by the new place of another of my stripper girlfriends, *****y, who moved closer to the Minnesota-Wisconsin border.  I thought about making a daytrip out of it: I need to go across the border into Wisconsin to cash in a winning lottery ticket Father bought there (when was he out there?), and since that part of the state is beautiful, I figure I could incorporate a trip out there as part of the weekend.

But then ****e says she's back, and I wouldn't have to use my car to drive all the way down there to see her.  And on top of that, last/Monday night, ***e* invited me to see her out in Wisconsin.  She has kids so hanky-panky might be tough, but she has sexted me off and on, and she revs me up in ways no other stripper girlfriend has.

So I now have a bevy of options with which to spend this long weekend ... if I so desire.  It's not as if I can see all three of them over the weekend -- although it technically is possible -- because I won't have the, uh, "life essence" with which to reload adequately.  I want to shoot (tee-hee) for two, but even that might be too much for me to "perform" on a Friday and then again on a Sunday.  Moreover, if I have a rental car for the weekend, I want to drive it like I don't have a dime in it; do I spend that time going to the two stripper girlfriends farthest away from me?  Am I being paranoid that my car won't be able to make it to the border or down south?

And speaking of my car, I am thinking about moving up the date of my car service.  I have a huge trip I need to go to as part of my alumni duties, and I want to make sure my car is in tip-top shape to do that.  However, am I again being paranoid?  These has nothing to do with lining up my hoes, but I this is also on my mind now that I know about this event I need to go to.

My mind is all over the place right now.

She's Back (Finally)!!!

Well, not only did the minivan get me to the movie theater and back just fine (Ballerina was ... OK -- it's as messy and interminably violent as any Len Wiseman movie), I got fantastic news when I turned on my phone after the film: ****e's finally back!  I was so lonely that I did my monthly text to her yesterday/Sunday afternoon.  Well, after many months, she texted back!  She was overseas staying with her family, and she just got back Saturday.  What timing!

I (re-)broke the ice by asking how is her family, but we both know that eventually I want to see and fuck her again, so hopefully that hasn't changed.  Damn, it's been some time since I sunk my junk in someone!

Will The Van Make It?

I am resolute in using only the minivan today because I've put my car through a lot last week and will this week.  But I have some things I want to do today, and frankly, I am letting my paranoia about the minivan breaking down scare me again.

The good thing my afternoon to-do-list is, well, halfway over.  I went to Brooklyn Park to eat at the Cousins Maine Lobster food truck (not bad), and I am writing this at the library before I go home.  Tonight I've decided I am going to use my $5 Atom ticket to watch Ballerina tonight, but that's another ten miles/15 minutes away from me.  That's about the same distance as going out to Brooklyn Park just now, but can the van survive a second such trip?  I hope so.  I am assuming so.  But honestly, who knows?

So I have to help Mother pay someone out in Las Vegas.  I was going to do so yesterday/Saturday, but I totally forgot.  It's possible they don't work weekends, which would be my excuse, but if they do work Saturdays and not Sundays, the earliest I can pay this for my parents is Monday (that is, if I remember).

I am concerned (although only slightly so) that this bill is so overdue that come Monday, he'll call her up and scream at her, and so Mother will call and yell at me for not paying it soon enough.  And this illustrates how, even though I have the run of the house now that my parents are gone, I seem to have more responsibilities because the stuff my parents work on is now stuff I have to do because they're having run around the world.

Operation Stay In House In Full Effect

It was a good day for the most part -- there was a pretty intense storm that was short-lived but came through a couple hours ago -- but while it was warm and sunny outside, I didn't care, because I didn't have to do a darn thing today and, well, I didn't.  My main goal today was to not open the front door for any reason, and while that's easy to do, I still consider that accomplishment (even though the day of course is not over yet).

I do think I could do more today.  I woke up at around noon and, after deciding I should eat and not just watch the WNBA on CBS/Channel 4, I ate spaghetti -- and I didn't need to make the pasta sauce because Mother left several containers of them.  Wish the containers were bigger -- the pasta/sauce ratio is out of whack -- and I wish there weren't so many darn mushrooms, but whatever.  Still, there was a lot to do in order to prepare, and I have a lot to clean, which will also take time.  I think I need to clean other dishes -- my drinkware mostly -- and I should get around to doing some laundry.  And, I should go through my stuff.  But I don't know if I will have the time if I need to wash dishes.  Cooking for yourself is a lot of work.  That's something I am reminded of today.

I Don't Know Why I Let Her Hurt Me So

So I'm social media friends with this porn star.  We have a mutual friend.  I find her to be engaging and smart.  I also see, from the way she shoots down incels, that she doesn't suffer fools lightly, and as a fool, I was afraid that she would turn her verbal knives on me, and for something that I completely didn't intend.

With that being said, I did have the option of choosing my words carefully, even deciding not to comment on something she said.  And yet, on Facebook, I went over the breach when she posted a screenshot of a text exchange with, er, someone.  This guy started off the conversation (or at least the the first part of the conversation she showed) with something along the lines of, "Well, I'll probably get shot down, but YOLO -- would you go out with me?" to which she replied, "Well, since you started off being so insecure, you definitely will get shot down."  See, I see a lot of myself in this guy.  He needs to put up his walls even if he tries to do something positive because he is afraid, and he knows, that he will get hurt.  I think that's totally understandable.

Therefore, I ventured into her comments section and said something to the effect of, "I think he was only being humble."  For some reason I thought she wouldn't respond.  She is busy working on a film, or something.  Instead, she immediately goes, "WHAT?!"  Ah, whoops.

Just then I imagined myself at a fork in the road -- like, literally standing on the spot where one road splits into two.  I could just not respond, and so she would either let it go or think that I was being a dick who couldn't back up what I said.  On the other hand, I could respond, and either she could be understanding (or, better yet, laugh at my comment) ... or she could totally ridicule me.  Either way, there remains the possibility that she would block me.

With what I thought was a binary choice, I think I actually found a middle path that may have made things even worse.  I replied, quickly, and I thought I had something to say, something like, "So you're telling me this dude, who I assume you've never met, actually had a chance to meet or go out with or even have sex with you, but you shot him down because he expressed self-doubt that someone who is both gorgeous and in adult films would say yes?"  But I thought that I would be saying too much.  Also, I thought time was of the essence; if I didn't say something, she would cut me off at the knees.  So, as a stupid compromise, I went "I just ..." and then I threw up a shrug emoji.  And she replied, "ok weirdo."

Well, I guess I blew my chance to meet or go out with or even have sex with her, too.  But ever since it happened last night, she's been on my mind, and my brain continues to ask why that is.  I have seen her naked.  I have seen her "work."  She's bleepin' gorgeous and can go all night like an incinerator.  But I've never met her.  We have interacted through social media a few times, but I have never met her.  So why is her comment affecting me so much?  Better I put it this way: Why am I letting someone I've never met affect me so much?  It's because she's a porn star, or that she's hot, or that she was nice to me a few times before.  But still, I have to be honest: We've never met.  We are not friends.  So why does her comment to me make me so sad?  I can't be like that.  Otherwise, my day will be ruined whenever someone isn't nice to me.  Well, that actually happens now, but that's something that I shouldn't let happen to me, you know?

I'll try and get over it.  But there is one saving grace to all this.  I would think that if she snaps at someone like she did to me, she would block that person.  It's the Internet, after all, and if she didn't like what I said, it stands to reason that she would block me, for safety's sake or because she's annoyed.  But she hasn't, at least not yet.  Maybe she recognizes my name and thinks, "Whatever, he's harmless."  That probably is the best I can shoot for, and maybe, just maybe, I can think of something more clever to say to her in order to get back in her good graces.  (Gosh, look at me caring what she thinks of me again.)

Hottest Babe In The Hooters Calendar: May 2025

Of the dozen women in this month, I think I will point out five of them.  That's not to say that this is a down month, or that I had difficulty finding Hooters girls to single out.  I will say that I had this up on my wall for much of the month of May after my parents left, and I think I would have strained myself to get to five if I didn't appreciate the beauty of a few of these women osmotically day after day as I left my bedroom.

In ascending order:

In fifth place is Taylor, out of San Marcos, Calif.  Straight black hair that lands around the breasts, she is wearing a two-piece red bikini.  The best thing about her is that she is standing directly facing the camera, so we get to see her hot, toned body in all her taught glory.

In fourth place is Yusra, hailing from Aurora, Ill.  Wavy, dark hair that descends to her hips, she too is sporting a red two-piece.  Her hair is impressive, but even more lovely is her wide and toothy smile.  You don't see too many Hooters waitresses break out in a broad smile in these photos.

In third place is Yasmin, from, of all place, Newcastle in England.  The Brit has brunette hair that falls just above her hips, and she has on a dark blue two-piece bikini.  She is posed in a doorway but at an angle.  Still, her body is in full view, including her obviously augmented tits, which, hey, I like.  She also looks a little like Elizabeth Hurley, and that is not a bad person to look similar to.

In second place is Callie, of Greensboro, N. C.  Straight-ish blonde hair that ends around her breasts, she is wearing a periwinkle two-piece.  She too is facing straight at the camera, so we get to gaze at her beautiful body.  But the most striking thing about her is the aura she gives off.  It's a combination of innocence and, dare I say it, plainness.  Some Hooters women radiate sex.  She gives off cute vibes, but that makes her very approachable-seeming.  Moreover, I'm looking at her facial expression, which makes me think she is about to say something like, "Excuse me, do you know if you can rent paddleboards anywhere close by?"  And then you see her standing right in front of you like that and you are blown the fuck away.

Finally, in first place, is Skyler, from ... The Mall Of America.  Yep, that alone is the reason I place her above all else.  But she's a looker in her own right -- wavy, dark brown hair that is spilling down the left side of her head down to halfway between her boobs and her stomach, a light blue two-piece bikini that has a shininess that makes me think it's made out of vinyl, and a pout that could send a thousand ships.  I have never seen her work at Hooters MOA, but I think I've seen her sign calendars back in late 2023, and she's a tiny and cute one.

(Aside: None of the five I place are from Florida.  In fact, there are only two waitresses here who are from Florida.  You'd think that with Hooters predominating in Florida, there would be at least a couple more on the month.  But it seems instead that there are geographical over- and under-representations from month to month.  And Hooters seems to be giving May '25 to the, uh, overlooked areas of the Hooters empire.  Not good or bad, but it's something I've noticed.)

So congratulations to Skyler, and to the other servers who place for the month.  I will get around to touching myself to all of you when I can.

My Procrastination Got Me Into Bad Luck (Again) ...

... and it has to do with trimming my nails.  I was going to do it around 10:20, after the weather report, but I stuck around listening to Overtime of Game 1 of the Stanley Cup Final on satellite radio, that got over around 11, I went to the bathroom to take a shower but scrolled through my phone.

I take long showers, but sometimes I'm amazed at how long they are.  I don't feel as though they are long because at some point it just becomes boring, you know?  And yet I went out to the bedroom to check the time: It was 11:26, just before Garbage was going to be on Kimmel, and I wanted to see that.  I'm glad I caught the band's performance, but I didn't think I was doomscrolling and in the shower that long ... and then I remembered that I say that to myself a lot.

And then I still have to trim my nails.  I need to do that all before midnight because you should be cutting them on Wednesdays because it's bad luck.  But I was sticking around to see the monologue on After Midnight.  I thought I still had time to cut my nails, but like with showering, I consistently underestimate the time I take to do them.  I thought I had time to do my nails, hands and feet, before midnight.  But I don't know.  See, I got done with my toenails, went to the bedroom and started filing while looking at the commercials.  I then realized I should take a look at my phone to see if I made it before the midnight deadline, and it said 12:02.  Shit.  I regret that I didn't immediately look at my phone once I made it to my bedroom.  Actually, I should've brought my cellphone with me to the bathroom to check the time as I was trimming my nails.  Now, I'm trying to backdate how much ad time I saw once I got into the bathroom, then thinking how many seconds I took in the bathroom between finishing my nail cutting and getting to my bedroom, and even though I don't really know, I think I crossed midnight and I was still cutting them, goddammit.

Now, I'll be damned with bad luck, and all because I couldn't get my ass going in time.  Hate myself right now.

Is one of the aftereffects of drinking three alcoholic drinks (with a free Slurpee thrown in there) constipation?  I think it's happened before, and it happened again, and I don't like it.  Dang, I just want to drink alcohol and be regular.  That too much to ask?

The Weekly Minnesota Sports Survey

#-1: Lynx (Last Week: -1).  I think that with the disappointment that was the end of the Timberwolves' season, more people are tuning into, and taking an interest, in the Lynx, who remain perfect to start the season.  They had a perfect Week, sandwiching road and home Wins over The Phoenix Mercury (although the Game at Phoenix Friday was nip and tuck; Natisha Hiedeman's Three with about five Second left saved the team, who was without Napheesa Collier because of a bum knee) with a victory at expansion side Golden State.

The only reason I can't put this team about negative numbers is because New York remains perfect as well.  And they're pretty fuckin' badass again this season.  Commissioner's Cup Games started Sunday, which was when the Liberty annihilated Connecticut, get this, 100-52.  Put aside how much of a Borg-like juggernaut you have to be to do that: I believe total Point Difference is the first tie-breaker in determining who hosts the Commissioner's Cup Final, so if New York and the Lynx are destined for a rematch of last season's cup Final, it once again will be held in Brooklyn.

In the meantime, the Lynx, after beating Phoenix last/Tuesday night, are off until Sunday, actually, when they face the Wings in Dallas for the second time in less than a month.  

#-2: United FC (Last Week: -2).  The Loons are a good club.  I hope they're playing this well at the end of the Year, when it matters, but better to be playing good than bad, obvi.  They had a tough two-Game roadtrip to the Pacific Northwest over four Days.  They held league leaders Vancouver to a scoreless Draw last Wednesday, and you may quibble that they should've beaten a Whitecaps side that was heavily rotated because the organization's main focus was on the CONCACAF Champions Cup that Sunday (which, by the way, they lost to Liga MX's Cruz Azul 5-0), but normally the Loons would still fold and lose in such a situation.

Then, on Sunday Night Soccer (a new marketing property to get more people excited about MLS on AppleTV+), MNUFC did something they had never done before: They actually earned a Point while in Seattle.  Ten times United FC went to play the Sounders, and ten times they lost.  But they beat that curse with a 3-2 Win that got very, very nervy before the final whistle blew.  Tani Oluwaseyi got a Brace (the first one from a beautiful Assist from the indispensable Robin Lod, who scored the Loons' second Goal), and Joaquin Pereyra continues to prove his value by making a thrilling and valiant 75-Yard run down the left side of the pitch while fending off Sounders star Cristian Roldan the whole way before the sequence ended with a Penalty Kick, which Lod slotted home to make it 2-0.  Loons fans have PTSD over the last time MNUFC had a two-Goal lead in Seattle, and Nicolas Romero's unfortunate OG made the last dozen Minutes or so of the Match a heart-pounder.  But they won, and that grit is something this Minnesota squad, or any Minnesota squad, hasn't seen quite in this way a whole lot this Year.

International Break.  Off till the 14th, when they have another big test and face expansion side, and team second in the West, San Diego FC at Allianz Field.

#-3: Twins (Last Week: -3).  A 3-3 Week which began with them dropping the series last Wednesday in a Shutout to the Bay Rays (who, by the way, are actually playing in Tampa).  Over the weekend in Seattle they lost what was the most exciting three-Game series Minnesota has played in a long time.  On Friday, the Twins were down to their final Out and then scored nine Runs over the Ninth and Tenth Innings to win going away.  The Mariners, however, won Saturday and Sunday on back-to-back Game-ending plays.

They have regained their equilibrium by taking the first two over The Oakland Sacramento Bastard Philadelphia-by-way-of-Kansas City Athletics in Sacramento Monday and last/Tuesday night.  The Twins scored ten Runs in both Wins over the A's, which belies their current scoring slump.  But the big news may be the current impotence of once red-hot prospect Royce Lewis.  He was pinch-hit for in last/Tuesday night's 10-3 victory, and he is the first Twins position player ever to slog through at least two 0-for-30 hitting droughts.  There's talk he has to get demoted down to AAA St. Paul to work on his swing.

Two more in Sactown, then they jet home to play three vs. Toronto over the weekend.  The Blue Jays fanbase regularly flock to Minneapolis in droves, but that ain't happening because Trump stupidly declared war on Canada, the dumbass.  They then host The Bastard Washington Senators v.2.0 for three starting on Tuesday.

#-Infinity: Timberwolves (Last Week: -4).  In last screening Week's WMNSS, I said I was going to write more (and their post-mortem) here.  Well, turns out that I don't.  Well, I guess I can talk about some stuff, but I don't have the energy to eulogize the bitter finish to the end of this squad.

I just looked up the scores of the series versus The Bastard Seattle SuperSonics, and they got their asses handed to them ... except for Game 4, which they lost only by two, 128-126.  Goddammit, man, if they could've pulled it out and evened the series at two Games apiece ... could it have changed the tenor?  Maybe not by the way they they lost by 26, 15 and, fuck, 30.  But it's obviously that the Game 4 Loss broke the team, and that's why they didn't even fuckin' show up for Game 5.

So now what?  I hear that the Wolves are interested in Kevin Durant.  The Phoenix Suns say they want a Center.  Many fans want Rudy Gobert to be traded.  I guess that's a match made in heaven, but I will repeat what I think I said this time last Year: You aren't promised a return trip to this level of the playoffs.  Yes, fuckin' A, the Timberwolves did it again.  But first of all, you still failed to win a championship, and second of all, do you really know you can get to the conference finals, and beyond, a third straight season?  I hope so, but shit, I'm betting against it.

And, once again, #MinnesotaIsLoservilleUSA

Oh, BTW, I stayed till a bit past 8 working Monday.  I think that's a record.  Hey, the work kept coming in, and I didn't want to piss off my co-workers by leaving work for them while I high-tailed it to my two-day mini-vacation.  I am waiting for the day my boss drops the hammer on me just for doing my job, but hey, until this person gets trained, this is going to happen.

It sucked to stay so late, but again, I need the moolah.

Do You Make Sure You Brush Your Teeth Before Seeing The Dentist?

I'm going back and forth on this.  I'll be honest: I don't brush my teeth every day.  I have more important things to do, like surf the Internet and doomscroll on my phone.  I have never been an active teeth-brusher, just to be transparent.

But I usually made it a habit to brush my teeth the night before visiting the dentist, which I will do today/Tuesday.  (Never the morning of -- again, I had better things to do, like sleep in.)  I always wanted to look good for the dentist.  I couldn't imagine showing up with dirty teeth.  It's like going to school without doing your homework.  It's kind of your job, you know?

However, and I don't know if I actually put this to practice, I've begun to think I should actually not brush my teeth before going to see the dentist.  If he or she sees it at its worst, that makes him or her more determined to clean everything up.  I wonder if my teeth look good enough, the dentist would just skip over it because it looks good enough, and therefore won't dig through issues with my teeth that could be there.  For example, I will tell them that I feel some teeth sensitivity as I chew my food.

But I think I will cave and do it after I blog post this.  If my teeth are bad, maybe the dentist will be so overwhelmed cleaning everything up that she or he will in fact skip overlook problems with my teeth.  I am such a goody-goody.

The Last Fuckin' Thing I Need

I had two long conversations with my sister, one just tonight and one last night.  It's good to speak with my sister.  We don't talk often, but when we do, we talk for a long time.

With that said, I didn't like the news she gave me.  She's in touch with our uncle, with whom my parents stay when they're abroad.  My folks just returned from China yesterday/Sunday, and my uncle said my mother (his big sister) said that she was really complaining about her legs.  Maybe she's just complaining a lot, and even if it were serious, maybe she could just find some treatment over there.  But, remote as it is, my sister says there's a chance my parents will come home.  They planned on being gone four months, and they're coming back in one?!  Don't fucking ruin my plans like that.  Yeah, I guess I'm glad I haven't hauled out my shit from my storage unit (yet).  But I want to at some point, and now you're telling me there's a non-zero chance I won't be able to do that at all?  And that I won't have the run of the house to myself, and that I have to watch what I eat, and what I wear, and what I do?!  Gimme a fuckin' break!!!

Lost Scarf; They Why Come Here?

1. I think my MNUFC scarf is lost.  It's my "Legion Of Loons" one, the one I wore to the MNUFC Match up close to where I live.  I swear I didn't take it off until I into the minivan (which I used because the Match was so close), and I swear it didn't leave the minivan until I got home, so even though I couldn't find it in my home, I figured it would have to be in the minivan, which I hadn't used since coming back from MNUFC2 until yesterday/Saturday, when I drove it to and from the bank just to keep things moving.  But it wasn't there.  So, I either brought it into the house and I still can't find it in-house ... or I am lying to myself and actually took it off while I was outside somewhere.  Dammit, I really like that scarf, and it's only one of its kind I have.
2. I swear the coffeeshop where I'm blog posting this right now would punch my frequent ... uh, drinker's card even if I bought pop.  I thought they did it before.  But I just got refused; punches for prepared beverages only.  It makes sense, don't get me wrong, but if they did it before, why wouldn't they do it now?  And I don't remember the last time I ordered a prepared beverage here.  If they won't take my punches ... why come?  Well, they do make damn good chili, and they sell Topo Chico and ginger beer by the bottle, which I buy to make cocktails. ...

Four Things From Yesterday/Saturday:

1. So I was reaching into my bathroom closet for my supply of allergy nasal spray yesterday/Saturday afternoon.  I grab the bag, but when I pulled it out, I knocked over a nearly empty plastic bottle of conditioner and my sister's bottle of (and I didn't know this until I actually looked at the label) massage oil.  What?  Whatever.  Anyway, the important thing was that the bottle was glass.  Somehow, it did not shatter when it hit the floor.  Unfortunately, the bottlecap did, and bits of it went all over the place after it somehow dislodged itself from the top of the bottle, so massage oil went spilling.  I was able to Swiffer it all up, but for some time there was the sick smell of lavender.  Also, even though the very top of the bottlecap is still intact, one side of it is gone.  It's back on the bottle, but loosely.  And it sucks that I have no way to find and/or buy a new replacement cap.  Well, there's one way, but I don't have time to just run there with the bottle and find a cap size that fits it.  My main takeaway from this is I did this all without my glasses.  And yet you would think that if I didn't knock the bottles over when I thrust my hand in the closet, I would make sure not to knock them over when I took it out.  But that thought never occurred, and look at what happened.  Would I have done it if I were wearing my glasses?  Is this is a sign I'm getting clumsier in my old age?
2. The USWNT Match was a success, of course; they defeated China, 3-0.  My friend gave me great seats: Field level, which meant that before the Game began, we had the run of their, uh, Field Club restaurant (or whatever it's called), where all the food and tap beers were free.  I have been down there once before, for a Loons Match, and dammit, I miss eating and drinking like rich people do.  I had turkey with Grand Marnier cranberry sauce, beef bourguignon, mojo pork, prime rib sliders, nachos from their nacho bar, charcuterie, BBQ and sea salt chips, this long and girthy sausage on a bun, hot dog on a bun, a dinner roll with butter, popcorn, a Modelo Especial and a Wild State Wild Apple, both of which were on tap.  I skipped lunch because I knew I wanted to be damn hungry to eat everything without skipping a beat, and I managed to do so.  And I missed the lemonade, fruit punch, and desert, darn it.
3. And yet, knowing everything I gorged myself on, I still had plans on going to Bang Brewery to have a pizza from pop-up place Farina Rossa Kitchen.  They were great -- so great, in fact, that by the time I got there, they ran out of their margherita pizzas and sausage.  There were some pizzas that could be made that had jalapeño, and that's an automatic no from me, so what was left was a pizza made with ricotta, asparagus and lemon.  That seems to be a light and airy pizza.  Moreover, there were no strong flavors that my palate deemed in conflict.  I don't know if I blog posted about this, but I once had a donut with bacon on it, and I got so nauseous I barely finished it.  Well, I'm here to say that lemon does not belong on a pizza.  It just doesn't work.  (I didn't say that to the guy who took my order; when he shouted from his tent, "How do you like your pizza?" I said, "It's fantastic!)  Now, that assessment may be based on me being beyond full stuffing myself at Allianz Field.  Turns out I didn't finish the personal pan pizza I bought; I brought home the final two slices, and some time either today/Sunday or tomorrow/Monday I will eat them and maybe I'll change my mind.  But, maybe I won't.
4. I am charging my phone a second time right now.  To be fair, I didn't charge it last night while I was sleeping, so it was running dry till just before I left for the Match.  But I used a lot of the juice at Bang watching FC Dallas play The Philadelphia Union to a scoreless Draw (and eating slow, and wondering why in the hell did I order food when I'm beyond full), and I just got done talking to my sister for 51 minutes, so it needs to be recharged again.  I think I said before that the battery on this phone has been substandard ever since I needed to buy it the day after Easter 2024.  I use it heavily, and I still think it's bad.