September 28th. I love it.

Yay, love.

First up this week, “This is Where I Leave You.” I love it. I read the book at the beginning of the year in preparation for the movie premiere. I loved the book and the movie was actually pretty good. It wasn’t like the book, but since the author also wrote the screenplay, I’ll let it slide.

I love it.

Next up, SNL. I love it. This week, SNL premiered. I really missed this show. It’s weird not having all of the regulars on; there is a whole new cast to watch and very few vets on the team. This season will be interesting to say the least.

I love it.

Finally, my parents. I love them. Today is their 30th wedding anniversary. How exciting is that? Happy Anniversary Mom and Dad!

I love it. It’s great. Everything’s great.

I love it.

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September 21st. I love it.

Not a bad week, at all.

First up this week, road trips. I love it. On Monday I went to Houston to watch the Tribe play. The original plan was to see TJ pitch, but because of weather, his start was delayed so I never got t see him play, but I did get to talk to him, which was nice. Chris left me a ticket and I had a great seat. I even indulged on some ice cream (which was totally necessary). That was the last live game I’ll be able to see this season, but I’m glad I got to go to my third new stadium of the year.

I love it.

Next up, Maze Runner. I love it. Yesterday, I went to the movies in the morning to see one of the movies I’ve been really excited for; Maze Runner. I loved the book and the movie was actually pretty true to the original story. I can’t wait to read the next book (and hopefully the next movie).

I love it.

Finally, fantasy football. I love it. This year, in order to stay involved with football, I asked my dad to play fantasy, and he invited some of our family and friends to play too. It makes it more interesting when you are playing people you know because if you win, you get bragging rights for a week. As of right now, I’m 1-1 and I’m currently smushing my dad. When he gets back from the Bahamas with my mom he’s going to be disappointed.

I love it. It’s great. Everything’s great.

I love it.

#tbt Crazy Dream

I have very weird, sometimes scary, but always vivid dreams. I can recall almost every detail. Here’s my dream from last night:

I was at Turchin Stadium, home of Tulane baseball working another event. This day was different though because it was “Halloween Night” at ballpark so everyone was dressed in their scariest costumes. All of the event staff were dressed as The Joker from Batman.

Really creepy.

Before the game, the team was being introduced and two of the guys started getting into it – chest bumping, calling each other names, shoving. You know, the usual dramatic boy fights. I tried to sandwich myself between the players to push them off of each other but the shortstop made a run at the catcher to knock him down.

And he did.

It knocked me down, too.

I laid on the ground in the middle of the mob of athletes all yelling and angry and I cried. That’s all I could do. My body hurt from the blow it just took and I couldn’t figure out a way to get out. After most of the fisticuffs subsided, I could still feel someone’s metal cleat on my back rocking my body back and forth violently.

I cried for help for several minutes before David came and pushed the player back away. Still crying, I stood up, said nothing but “thanks” to David, and walked away.

I sat in the dugout during the game (which I never do by the way) and was still a little freaked out about my recent encounter. I decided it might be a better move for me to roam the stands.

As I walked out of the dugout, which had glass doors, two gentlemen called me over asking for help. They wanted to know where the best place to eat around the stadium was. I wasted no time in walking them down the street some to point out Jed’s (which I’ve never actually been to). They thanked me and as I turned to walk away, one of the men with big strong arms and a bald head, grabbed me in a bear hug and carried me a little ways down the sidewalk to their lair (I don’t know where it was exactly, but it was close to the ballpark).

Once we arrived, they threw me into an almost empty room that smelled like garbage on a warm day. My face was painted by the other burly man to look like “The Joker.” I cried the entire time, unsure of what the rest of this would bring. Are all of the event staff their minions? I had so many questions.

As I sat on my knees for a moment, I noticed that someone was in the room with me.

Jennifer Aniston.

Jennifer Aniston was duct taped to a chair, unable to move her limbs or speak. I went up to her calmly and said, “My names Carolyn. I’m gonna get us out of here.”

Jennifer nodded quickly, agreeing with me. I told her that I work at the stadium next door and I know a way out. I pulled out my knife from my back pocket, and quietly started to cut away the duct tape after I removed the tape from her mouth.

The escape was the easy part. The room they put us in didn’t have a lock and they weren’t keeping a look out. We managed to escape the room and climb a set of stairs that led us to a hotel; very fancy, lots of people.

“Perfect. We’ll just blend in,” I thought.

Not so much.

Apparently when you try to escape capture with Jennifer Aniston, everyone notices. Our kidnappers were quickly on our trail as we made our way back to the stadium.

We got to the ballpark safely, out of breath but unharmed. I ran up to the dugout door and knocked. David saw me and gave me a thumbs up for the “Joker” face I was wearing. Through the glass I tried yelling at him, “This isn’t a costume. We’re in trouble! We need help!”

David just kept smiling away and I was getting so distraught that I was having a hard time moving. After giving up on David, I turned around and noticed that Ms. Aniston was not there.

She must have been captured.

I ran back to the hotel lobby and looked around. I saw the goons. I froze. What do I do? Run for my life? Help Jennifer?

Just then, the goons and Jennifer walked out of the front doors. They were looking for me.I kept close to the wall and made sure to hide around the corner as they passed me. I could hear them asking people if that had seen me, so I sunk to the ground and kept my head low, trying to go unnoticed.

Until David walked by.

“Carolyn, are you playing a game?”

“No, David, I’m trying to stay alive.”

I pointed at the goons who were manhandling Jennifer Aniston and something finally clicked in David’s head that I was serious.

David got down low to the ground with me and whispered, “What can I do?”

“We need to get Jennifer from those dudes. I know where we can hide once she’s free.”

David and I ran through many scenarios of what we could do, what we should do, and what would happen if we failed.

We ultimately decided that David would distract the large gentlemen, I would sneak Jennifer Aniston away, then we’d all meet up in the secret lair.

The plan worked perfectly. They were so distracted by David and his overwhelming ability to be personable with anyone, that they had no idea that Ms. Aniston had slipped away.

We ran through the concourse of Turchin Stadium. I kept looking back to make sure she was keeping up and then, like ninjas, we walked into a bush that lead to a door. Once I opened the door, the walls inside were covered in ivy.

We had to jump down to the lower levels.

Several stories.

I told her not to worry and that everything would be fine.

Then I jumped.

I landed on my feet without a scratch on me and waited for Jennifer to follow. Fortunately, I didn’t have to wait long. Seconds later, she was back by my side and we entered the maze.

We had to get to the center of the maze to be safe and I was positive that no one else knew how to get there or that it even existed.

That’s why when we turned the final corner, I was surprised to see the goons. Waiting. With guns.

Words cannot describe my terror. 

Like I always do when I’m freaked out, I put my head down, not making eye contact, but spoke to the guys calmly.

Then I pulled out the gun David had given me while we were discussing plans and pointed it at them.

I knew in my heart that I wanted to shoot them. I knew that there was no excuse for their behavior. I really, really wanted to shoot them.

Before I did, I started asking them questions.

“Why are you doing this?”

They looked at each other puzzled, as if they had never thought about it before.

“What do you get out of this?”

Again, the same puzzled look.

By this time my hands weren’t shaking and I wasn’t afraid anymore. I was going to shoot at least one of them I was so angry.

All the while, they have guns pointed at me and Jennifer. It was really two against one because only three of us had guns.

Finally, the cavalry showed up. David showed up with Scott and Chad, all equipped with guns. As a feeling of calmness came over me, I said to the goons, “Put your weapons down. You’re under arrest.”

They dropped their guns, and Chad and Scott put them in handcuffs. David came over to me, put his arm around me and apologized for not believing my story.

“Why would I lie about that?”

“I dunno. Your Joker makeup makes you look like you’re kidding.”

“Hm.”

Then I woke up.

September 14th. I love it.

I’m sorry for the lack of posts lately, but I’ve been busy, you know?

First up this week, watching football. I love it. No, I don’t mean college football (although Tulane actually getting a win was a good feeling), but this week I actually watched the NFL. I got to see my Peyton play (finally), and I even watched the Saints-Browns game. Can you say upset? Wow. Sundays are my favorite days but it would be better if I could do the usual Sunday thing with the family.

I love it.

Next up, Markus Zusak books. I love it. I mean, is there anything that man can’t write about? I absolutely love all of his books (The Book Thief, The Messenger), and this week’s book was “Getting the Girl.” I didn’t realize it was the third book in a series, so I guess I have to back track now (not a problem).

I love it.

Finally, watching/listening to TJ pitch. I love it. After having the game on Wednesday rescheduled because of poor weather, TJ pitched on Thursday in the second part of a double header. I was worried that I wouldn’t be able to watch/listen him because we had a volleyball game that night, but since the game started early in the day, I was able to catch it while I was cleaning the floor in the arena. I’m so glad that he got the win and even more happy that people are starting to notice just how awesome he is. Go TJ!

I love it. It’s great. Everything’s great.

I love it.

September 7th. I love it.

I am so glad this week is over.

First up, Hemlock Grove. I love it. Now, after I watched the first season last year, I wasn’t sure I was going to continue to watch. The unfortunate thing is that it’s so weird, gross, unpredictable, and addicting is that I found myself wanting to watch it again, so here I am. What is it about this show? Really?

I love it.

Next up, Yulman Stadium being done. I love it. The stadium has been under construction since I started working at Tulane and I’m glad to say it’s finished. We still have a lot to get done and I still don’t feel like the stadium belongs to me (like my other facilities do). Hopefully it only gets better.

I love it.

Finally, this week being over. I love it. I’ll admit, that seeing a game in the new stadium on campus gave me goosebumps (only for a second because it was so hot), but all of the crap I had to deal with leading up to that point was terrible. Long, hot days of playing catch up when we could have gotten things done ahead of schedule, and dealing with people that are only interested in themselves brought me to my breaking point, but thankfully, that craziness is over and I get a day off. One day off. Before I have to work another 6 days in a row with 5 events in 3 days (including another football game). Oh, joy.

I love it. It’s great. Everything’s great.

 I love it.