Wow, it's been a long time since I've posted anything. More than a month. I guess I just haven't felt like blogging. But now I'm in the mood again.
It sure is hot for the first day of summer. But it seems to me that the calendar is way off when it comes to the seasons, at least in Ohio. Summer started around Memorial Day, not only in our mindset, but weather-wise. And even though fall starts in late September, it usually feels fall-ish a lot sooner than that, though this year might be an exception due to El Nino or global warming, or whatever weather phenomenon the meteorologists are blaming for our hotter weather. I don't know about you, but I don't do well in the hot, humid weather. Especially in the humidity. Mark and I were at the Indians game on Friday night, and even though it was only in the low to mid 80's, I was sweating (or "glistening", as we ladies like to say) the whole dang time. It was so sticky and humid, and I felt so gross. I had to take a cold shower when I got home. The weatherman said the humidity was supposed to be low. Ha! He couldn't have been more wrong. I kept thinking, if the humidity is so low, why the heck am I dripping with sweat? The only conclusion I could come to was that Mr. Weatherman is either incompetent or a liar. There's no reason I could think of that he would lie about the humidity, so he must be incompetent. Thanks for nothing, weather guy.
We had taken the Rapid to the game, and on the way back the train was absolutely packed. Everyone was sweaty, and jammed close together. Blech. The AC was on, but it wasn't circulating well because there were too many bodies stuffed in there. I had the particular pleasure of standing right next to an elderly gentleman's armpit, and his deoderant was not working too well, if you get my drift.
Despite the humidity, I enjoyed the game, and the fireworks afterward. But having my husband tell me that he's perfectly comfortable, not too hot at all, was quite aggravating. It made me feel like there was something wrong with me, and I shouldn't have been sweating so much. But I noticed other people fanning themselves, and I would have been too, if I'd had anything to use as a fan. So there!
Mark isn't into baseball, but to my surprise, after the game, he bought an Indians t-shirt. But I didn't realize how little Mark knows about baseball, until he indignantly insisted that the scoreboard was wrong, that the Indians had more hits than what was showing. I was confused, until I realized he thought fly balls and ground outs counted as hits. I stifled my amusement, and informed him that it only counted as a hit if you get on base. Mark is a football man, all the way. And I'm sure he's suppressed a few smiles when I've asked some (probably stupid) questions about football, so I enjoyed it, probably more than I should have, that I know more about a sport than he does. But my enjoyment is tempered by the fact that it's only because of indifference that he's ignorant about baseball; he couldn't care less about the ins and outs of it (no pun intended).
Which brings me to one of my biggest grammar/word usage pet peeves. The phrase is I COULDN'T care less. NOT I could care less. If you could care less, that means that you actually do care. Just one gem of unasked-for word knowledge from your resident word nerd.
I need a new swimsuit. And all the ladies reading this know how awful it is to go bathing suit shopping. Mark and I are going on a little vacation soon, and my best and favorite suit is worn out and not presentable. So I am grimly resolved to find a new one, and I just hope I can find one that looks okay on me and isn't crazy expensive. If you have any recommendations on where to shop, please share. I have a gift card to Macy's, but unless they're having a sale, it won't go very far.
I'm so thankful for air conditioning (how did it get that name anyway? Instead of something more descriptive of what it is, like 'air cooling'?). I don't know what I'd do without it. I'd much rather be cold than hot, because you can always add a layer or two if you're cold, but if you're hot, there's not much you can do. Just sweat, I guess.
That reminds me of a school picture I got from a male classmate that I had a crush on in high school. He wrote on the back of it, "Stay Sweat!" (instead of Stay Sweet.) And I remember that to this day, not only because of the crush I had on him, but because I am a spelling geek, and I find nerdy stuff like that hilarious.
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