Last night was one I want to remember forever. The smell of the freshly cut grass wafting towards me from the field, the sun shining brightly behind Camden yards and the electricity in the air just before one of the greatest Orioles of all time stepped on to the field again. I was lucky enough to be there in person for the induction of Cal Ripkin Jr. into the Oriole's Hall of Fame last night and it was just one of the most wonderful moments of my life. The Baltimore Sun's story doesn't do the short ceremony and the general good feeling at the ballpark justice. Granted, my seats three rows up from the field just behind the batting circle made the night more enjoyable but I would have been just as excited if I was sitting up in the nosebleed section. Thank god for well connected relatives. I was very disappointed when I did a search on Google and only found a few articles written about last night. I mean, really! This is the Iron Man. Old Blue Eyes. Mr. Milk for crying out loud.

I think my room mate has finally flipped her lid. This morning she had that look in her eye and started talking about rearranging the living room again. I just held all comments to myself and waited to roll my eyes until I was a safe distance away. Why she can not leave well enough alone is beyond me. So when I came home from church I was not surprised to find furniture all over the place and a piece of paper out with various diagrams on it for a new set up. Ugh. All I wanted to do was read my newspaper before I went to job #2, clip some coupons and maybe take a short nap. That's it. Sigh. She had me moving furniture back and forth. She had me trying to picture new ways to angle the tv (we went through about 36 before I escaped). And most importantly, where were we going to put the phone. Rrriiiggghhhhttt. I could have cared less. As far as I'm concerned the furniture could still be in the same confirguration it was when we moved in three years ago. I just don't give a rat's patootie.

Saturday I had it out with my darling little sister. When she needed a little help getting her cell phone I agreed to have it put in my name with the stipulation that the bills would be sent to her and she would pay them. Well, yesterday morning I got a call from AT&T saying I owed them $306.80! Can you say heart attack?! Jeez. After I figured out the call was about my sister's phone I started to get ticked off. No, that doesn't even adequately describe how completely pissed off I was. Good thing I had two hours to cool off before I actually talked to my sister. I did pay the money (which was going to go toward my Ireland trip fund I might add) with the stipulations that 1) the phone would stay off until she pays me at least half and 2) she get a new plan that doesn't cound North Carolina as out of her calling area.

God I love my family. We're heading into the birthday season (one a weekend for the next three months) and it promises to be the usual chaos it always is. Woo-hoo.

One last thing, look here for my story tomorrow in the local section. Since there were no interesting obits this week I got assigned a GA (general assignment for you non-newspaper folks) story. Go me.