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Thursday, July 31, 2003
"Is Oreos waterproof?"

Somebody's pregnant...  No, it's not me (sorry moM :)).  Little Mark or Leigh Nash Junior is coming into the world... sometime.  Congratulations to two people who will never read this.

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This is an amazing song.  I happened to catch the video on VH1 and immediately said to myself, "What in the blazes is something this good doing on VH1?"  I still don't know, but please do yourself a favor and listen to "Volcano" by Damien Rice.  You may choose a less impressive 30-second clip or a more impressive full free mp3 from rollingstone.com.

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David was evicted from Big Brother last night.  Boo.  But better him than Jack, who is the only sane person in the house.  I want Jason and Dani back.
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Wednesday, July 30, 2003
And today I just found out that one of the posters from a messageboard I frequent passed away after a long battle with lupus. She was a very strong person and a very strong Christian and always seemed to stay so positive even with all the difficulties in her life. People like that always amaze me. I know she is in a better place now, but these things are so hard for me. I'm blue.
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Pardon my yelling.
I don't typically get too emotional on my blog, but misery loves company. So I will just vent to you all about how miserable I was yesterday. Josh did not get home from work until after 10pm (and this was after he worked all day Saturday, too). I was feeling quite ill all day as I tend to for one or two days a mo... well, nevermind, but as a result I got approximately nothing productive done all day. My two favorite people in the Big Brother house were both put up for eviction and one of them will definitely be evicted tonight. We did not get any rain or any thunder or any lightning. The only good thing was that Josh brought home some yummy free leftover pizza for me. But I would've much preferred my husband's company for more than a single waking hour. I'm done now.
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Tuesday, July 29, 2003
Gimme gimme gimme.
For the second time in a little over a week now, the stupidweatherpeople who have the audacity to refer to themselves as meteorologists have forecast a lovely batch of strong thunderstorms. You know, dangerous lightning, hail, strong winds, torrential rains, all that fun stuff. They have promised a 60-80% chance of rain (which we all know is essentially a guarantee), and apologized in advance for the severe weather ruining everyone's weekend. Yeah, my weekends were ruined alright. By boring non-weather. A whopping .06 inches of rain with the first "storm" and not a single roll of thunder. And with the second... a whole lotta sunshine and not a single drop of rain. I'm warning them right now: if you dare get my hopes up again for a good thunderstorm and then don't deliver, there WILL be pain. Lots of pain. And I realize you people down in Chicagoland have a 3-inch rain surplus for the month of July, but just 70 miles north of you my crunchy brown lawn is screaming for help. Please share.
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Monday, July 28, 2003
VH1 sucks, Craig.  Again.
This time it was the 200 Greatest Pop Culture Icons.  It was really rather boring, so I won't spend too much time attacking it.  I just have two quibbles (not including some of the majorly messed up order of the list--Jennifer Lopez in the top 15?  Really...).  Two people conspicuously missing from this list:  "Weird Al" Yankovic and Robert Redford.  This from a list that included Telly Savalas (Kojak), Macaulay Culkin, a character from "South Park,"  Gianni Versace, Larry Hagman, and Christie Brinkley.  Huh?

I need to stop watching television.
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Friday, July 25, 2003
"That was lukewarm enthusiasm right there."
I am becoming discontented with the name of my blog. The more I see it sitting there, sitting up there at the top of the page, every day, taunting me... I think I may hurt it soon. So before I shamefully resort to violence against an entity who, let's face it, really hasn't actively done anything wrong, I would like to quietly retire it, give it a nice pension, and send it on its way. But to do so I need all y'all's help with new name suggestions. Oh, it will be fun. And if I choose yours, or perhaps a variation of yours, you will get an associate producer credit in Matthew's next movie. You're welcome.
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Tuesday, July 22, 2003
Pointless Pop Culture Piffle.
I watched the premiere of "The Restaurant" Sunday night (a more documentaryish reality-type show with no "game" involved).  It was surprisingly enthralling.  Thumbs up.  So far, anyway.

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I do wish Rolling Stone would cease with the putting of shirtless guys I have no desire to see shirtless on their covers.  This includes you, Eminem, and also you, Justin Timberlake.  If this keeps up I may have to rename the magazine Nightmare in My Mailbox.  Oh, wait.  I guess it pretty much already is.

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On the WGN noon news yesterday, when reporting something about Ben Affleck, the news anchor playfully referred to him as Ben AFLAC, quacky duck voice and all.  That just made my day.
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Monday, July 21, 2003
"Things that aren't funny."
In a rerun of an interview from early this year, I just heard Annika say she might quit playing golf professionally after 2004. Someone. Please. Get me. Oxygen.
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"Disposable Enemas:  Please choose the ONE you truly want."
On Saturday evening we went up to a hotel in Milwaukee for a television screening session we were randomly invited to (sort of like a large focus group), where we watched two possibly-in-development programs and provided feedback.  One was very very bad.  Everything about it was bad:  the premise (Past lives.  'Nuff said.), the acting, the production, the storytelling... the whole execution. The other was definitely better, but within the first 30 seconds we saw 1) Big frizzy hair, and 2) Valerie Harper shoving shoulder pads into her shirt.  In the 29:30 that followed we saw a title sequence with a "Taxi"-esque font, heard a Teddy Ruxpin joke, saw an office with typewriters and not a single computer in sight... well, you get the idea.  I am confused by how this show could possibly be "in development," as it was obviously made roughly fifteen years ago.  Still don't have an answer for that one.

Another part of this thing was to show some of our preferences for various types of consumer products.  We got these booklets, and each page contained photos of several similar products (for instance, there was a shampoo page, a candy bar page, a disposable enema page--you know, normal stuff), and we were to circle the one out of all of them on the page that we preferred.  Then they randomly drew six booklets and those chosen would recieve all the products they circled as a sort of door prize.  It was all a very interesting experience.  Please pray that the first show we watched never sees the light of day in any way, shape, or form.  I appreciate it.
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Friday, July 18, 2003
Things that make my head hurt.
It is 68 degrees outside.  It is the middle of July.  I think we go to play the disc golf today.  Or maybe even to a regular golf driving range.  Hmmm...  Time to ask that all-important question:  Just how much do I feel like embarrassing myself today?

Things that make Patty's ex-hair hurt.
Anyone who wants to see pics of Patty with her mohawk, go here.  I like the one about halfway down where she has her arms folded.  She really looks like she could beat me up.  :)

Things that Kim should know.
Try clicking on the "||" at the bottom of my posts and tell me if you can read and/or post to the comments.  If that works, you won't be able to see the number of comments, but at least you'll have the ability to interact.  I hope.
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The Emmys are a sham.
What follows is my official rant about how the Emmy nominations suck like precious little else has ever sucked before.  The problems:

   -- HBO gets 109 nominations, more than half the total number for the Big Four networks combined.  I have problems with pay-cable-networks' shows being included in the same categories as regular network shows.  They aren't held to the same standards and thus cannot be judged on an equal footing.  (I would also take issue with the fact that their "edginess" or "risqueness"--or, some might say, their "disgustingness" or "immoralness," if one were inclined to say such non-words--is almost automatically equated with quality or superiority to other programs.  But that's a whole 'nother issue.)  The gist would be that I think these shows are a bit too overdominant and unfairly take spots away from very deserving shows/actors/everythingelse.

   -- If one were to look at this year's and last year's nomination lists side by side, one would probably see that they are approximately 90% identical (referring to those categories that have the ability to not change from one year to the next:  best comedy, drama, actors, actresses, etc.).  Now, really, people, do we actually think that the quality things on television this year are that close to exactly the same as the quality things on television last year?   For most shows, the quality ebbs and flows more than that.  Storylines change.  The demands of particular actors' roles change.  Was "Friends" really one of the five best comedies on television last year?  Was "The West Wing" really one of the best dramas?  A show can have had a crap year and it will still get nominated because of how good it was in the past.  Wrong, wrong, wrong.  If we're going to do it that way, we might as well only have the awards once every three years or so.  As my pal Amy says, the Emmy voter's mantra is "Familiarity, repetition, old favorites.  Familiarity, repetition, old favorites."  How freaking boring.

   -- "Gilmore Girls" has still never been nominated.  For anything.  Not once.  Probably 9 out of 10 critics' lists of those deserving Emmy nods will include at the very least Lauren Graham for Best Actress in a Comedy, if not also additional actors and/or the show as a whole for Best Comedy.  Unfortunately, the Emmy voters do not seem to be under the impression the the WB exists in the universe.  The network got TWO nominations: one for "Everwood's" theme music and one for art direction on... "Sabrina, the Teenage Witch."  UPN even got seven.  Come ON.  Where's the nomination for writing?  Huh?  It doesn't get any better than this show.

   -- Your Emmy voter also suffers from the ailment known as "Dramedy Befuddlement."  This occurs when he or she comes across a show that doesn't fit snugly into either the drama or comedy category.  The Emmy voter finds this situation very confusing.  They simply have no clue what to do with a show such as this.  The Emmy Universe has no time for such nonsense, and it is thus easier to throw it away and pretend it doesn't exist.  This unfortunate condition has caused many-a-magnificent series to suffer ("Northern Exposure," "Ed," the aforementioned and way-snubbed "Gilmore Girls"), and it is a shame.  A darn tootin' one.

Matt Roush's latest column pretty much sums up my feelings on the whole thing.  (On the whole I probably agree with about 93.5% of what the guy ever says.  He's a true kindred spirit.  You know.  Televisionwise.)

At least "The Daily Show" and "Letterman" were nominated.  But then, so was "The Tonight Show."  I give up.
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Thursday, July 17, 2003
Alright, I admit it.  Cornerstone happened.
The royal we (Kaly, Josh and I) left Friday morning, picked Kim up from a visit with her parents, and made our way to the bustling metropolis of Bushnell, IL.  We got there around 2pm and met up with Matt, who'd been there for a couple days already.  We set up our tent and then proceeded to cram all five of us into our car with the AC blasted (it doesn't seem to matter if the whole summer so far it has been in the 70's, when Cornerstone rolls around it is a guarantee that it will be 95 with a dewpoint of 70).  We eventually had to leave our sanctuary behind and cram ourselves instead into a stuffy and overflowing tent for the Waterdeep concert.  The bad news is that they didn't do any songs I recognized (except for the encore, which isn't one of my favorite songs).  The good news is that we found our friend Patty there (who we knew would be at Cornerstone but didn't necessarily know where/if we would be able to find her) working the Grassroots Music booth in the back of the tent.  She threw ice on us from behind her table as we sat on the ground dripping with sweat.  We love her.

From there we went straight to the main stage for the 20th Birthday Bash, which consisted of a bunch of artists, older and more recent, playing one or two songs each.  How exciting.  Then Steve Taylor came out and actually played a decent-length set.  What a relief.  And because tripods were allowed here (unlike at Creation), we actually got a very good video of his performance.  We left main stage to watch Ashley Cleveland and Over the Rhine (who once again put on an impressive set--though I think I might prefer the more acoustic stylings of just Linford and Karin to the full band).  We got to bed around 2am and awoke to a couple dozen daddy-long-legs on the outside of our tent.  And, once again, we didn't get rained on despite being in a severe weather watch and the forecast for a 70% chance of rain.  Whew.

We made our way to the "Eileen" screening where we met up with Steve and his daughters.  It was quite fun, the only issue being some difficulty in hearing some of the audio what with the monstrous fans and horrible acoustics of what is essentially a big metal barn and background noises from outside, etc.  Of course moM's part got a standing ovation and we then proceeded to screen on a whim a rough cut of Matt's second (well, sort of third) film, "Ernest Goes to the Window."  It was very... interesting.  I'm sure you'll all see it someday.

After some hanging out/merch-tent-schmoozing it was time to whack off all of Patty's hair before we had to leave (which was technically before noon as we were one one-day bracelets--the previous day's).  It somehow became quite an Event.  We had about six people (all girls, thank you) braiding her hair at once, then we all took turns cutting her braids off.  Then, as I was the only one who had any clippers experience, I buzzed off the shag that was left, with the exception of a strip of hair she left down the middle to mohawk after she got back home.  We drew quite a crowd, and somehow I ended up cutting some guy's hair after I was done with Patty.  Perhaps I should start a little side business.

We packed all five of us and All Our Stuff into our car (we all had things on our laps except for the driver--oy).  By the time we finally left the grounds it was, well, let's just say it was not before noon.  We drove to Galesburg where we spent a good half hour on a wild goose chase looking for the Fazoli's depicted on the ubiquitous billboards all over town.  Finally we found that the elusive restaurant did in fact exist.  So we ate it.  We dropped Kaly at the train station to go back to Iowa.  And good riddance!  (At least from a more-space-in-the-car standpoint.)  It was too late to get to the Sheryl Crow concert at Taste of Chicago, so we just drove home.

On Sunday we drove Matt and Kim to the airport in a series of severe thunderstorms with torrential downpours, got there way late (though luckily pretty much all flights were either delayed or canceled) and hung around in long lines only to have more flight/luggage problems.  And let's just leave it at that.

Here are the pictures from Cornerstone please look at them thank you.
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Wednesday, July 16, 2003
Time to remind Opie again to finish his Top 100 (or however many) songs.   -OR-  Time for a blog entry that requires very little work on Beth-Annie's part.
What follows are the songs from VH1's list of the 100 greatest songs from the past 25 years that I particularly care for.  Mind you, these are not the only songs I think BELONG on the list, just the ones I like (there are quite a few that I have no desire to ever hear but I couldn't deny them their inclusion on a list such as this).

99.  Norah Jones - "Don't Know Why"
90.  The Police - "Roxanne" (though the version from Moulin Rouge is far superior)
84.  Radiohead - "Creep"
82.  Soft Cell - "Tainted Love" (it deserves to be much higher up on the list, though)
79.  Destiny's Child - "Say My Name"
63.  Beck - "Loser"
52.  Rolling Stones - "Start Me Up"
46.  Queen/David Bowie - "Under Pressure"
38.  The Clash - "London Calling"
37.  Alicia Keys - "Fallin'"
36.  Joan Jett - "I Love Rock 'n' Roll"
34.  Peter Gabriel - "In Your Eyes"
21.  U2 - "With or Without You" (though I prefer "Where the Streets Have No Name")
18.  REM - "Losing My Religion" (though I prefer "Everybody Hurts")
16.  No Doubt - "Don't Speak"
7.  Prince - "When Doves Cry"

Toodles.  There.  Happy, Andy?  :)
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Tuesday, July 15, 2003
"Still waters run deep.  Quiet music should be played loud."
I have updated some music and movies.  Oh, and I have also finally designed a pretty summer blog (if you didn't notice).  Me likey muchy.

Down With Love--I thought some things in this movie were a little too affected, e.g. Renee's walk and facial expressions.  And I didn't think they did quite a good enough job of showing the process of Ewan legitimately falling in love with her (gee, I hope I didn't just ruin it for anyone ;)), but ultimately it was charming enough that it won me over.

Holes--I enjoyed this more than I expected.  I can't really say a whole lot about the plot lest I give things away, but overall it really reminded me of the live-action Disney movies (from, say, the '60s and '70s) that I grew up watching and that they just don't seem to make in Hollywood anymore.  It was well-made, and unusually intriguing for a family-friendly film (though probably not for very young children).  John Voight is priceless as the over-the-top "Mr. Sir."

Finding Nemo--Our first drive-in movie of the summer.  It was quite good, funny, colorful, etc.  Everything we've come to expect from the Disney/Pixar collaboration.  However, I didn't think it was quite up there with A Bug's Life or Monsters, Inc.  Josh liked it okay but didn't think it was anything particularly special, and neither of us quite understand the endless raving of critics over this movie all summer.  It was good, yes, but was it really that good?

Legally Blonde 2:  Red, White & Blonde--Our second drive-in movie of the summer.  And not particularly good.  The first movie was fine, but I honestly tired of the whole pink-clad-sorority-valley-girl thing about ten minutes into the sequel.  I just didn't really find her all that likable.  Plus, the script really wasn't spectacular.  There were some funny moments, sure, but basically, um, no.
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Monday, July 14, 2003
Beth-Annie, Destroyer of Life.
I was quite murderous over the weekend. First, there was a congregation of ant invaders that needed to be taught a lesson. You don't mess with one of Beth-Annie's kitchen cupboards. Mmmm, yummy poison. Then there were lots and lots of weeds that needed to shrivel and die and/or be yanked to death. Tree saplings, too. Sorry, buds (pun intended). And in the process yesterday I got stung by a bee for the first time in years. And you know what? I hope that bee died, too! That's right! You heard me! Death to nature! Or, you know, something a little less vile and a little more true.
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Thursday, July 10, 2003
This was Saturday.
We drove a short ways to Atlantic City, walked through one casino (quickly, as Kaly was still a whole five days away from being 21), and checked out the boardwalk and beach.  Not all that thrilling, really, but it was cloudy.  We picked up a few shells.  Yeah.  I like the west coast better, I think.  Anyway.

We made our way to the parking area for the Shoprite LPGA Classic just north of AC, and made the agonizing decison to leave our water bottles in the car as the security measures said "no beverages."  Did that mean you couldn't bring in your own water?  We thought that might be illegal or something, but decided not to take any chances as we had to get on shuttle buses to take us to the tournament and would have to take one all the way back to the parking lot again if we had anything we couldn't bring in.

So on the bus, a guy asks if anyone needs tickets.  He has some extras he's selling for $5 (we would pay $15 at the gate).  He has two left after selling one, so we get two of our three tickets for $10 total instead of $30.  Nice.  (Quite reminiscent, actually, of when we went to the Kellogg-Keebler Classic in May and someone handed us a badge worth $30 when we were in line to buy ours.  I just love stuff like that.)  So we watched a few groups tee off, including successful veteran Juli Inkster and 13-year-old amateur Michelle Wie (do y'all know who any of these people are?).  Then we followed Annika's group once they teed off.  Crowds just as big as at the KKC (which was the week after the Colonial), though they diminished quite a bit on the second nine holes.  We paid (ahem) $2 for each 12-oz. bottle of water and for each can of pop.  No comment.

The course was quite pretty, with some holes bordering the ocean (well, technically a bay, I suppose), but since they don't allow cameras I couldn't take any pictures.  As the round wound down, the gnats started to get very bad, and we all got bit a lot.  We also--Kaly and I especially--got very very sunburned.  Because we were stoopidheads.  You see, when the day started out, it was cloudy.  Now, I know you can still get a burn even if it's cloudy, but I figured it wouldn't really be too bad.  But then the sun came out, and there was nothing we could do except find the shade as much as possible.  Long story short, my arms (especially upper) got one of the worst burns I can ever remember having.  It was very very painful for a good four or five days.  I peeled quite grotesquely at Cornerstone last weekend, and now I have quite a lovely tan.

Annika ended her round around 6pm, having not played her best golf but still shooting a 5-under par round and only being 4 shots back going into the final round.  (She didn't win, by the way, but at least Angela Stanford did).  So we left and made a beeline to a grocery store where we bought a bag of ice and a gallon of water to fill our bottles and drink ourselves silley after trying to stretch 12 ounces of water throughout the entire six hours we were at the tournament.  We drove to Philadelphia, where we hit major interstate traffic and got off to drive on surface streets, but before we hit the Philly area insert on the map.  So then we got lost a bit.  Until we got found again.  We went downtown and drove past Independence Hall and the Liberty Bell (no pics, but we could actually see it from our car on about the fifth pass :P).  Philadelphia is actually a beautiful city, both downtown and further out.  Very picturesque with lots of trees, hills, rivers, etc.  Josh and I agree we'd like to go back someday to see it for real.

Going north from Philadelphia we had our funnest drive of our trip, for some reason just laughing and lot and being silley (maybe it was all that water).  Then things settled down as it got later and we drove way too far west to our motel reservation.  We had a bit of a fiasco finding it, and finally got into our room around 1am or so.  Oy.

This was Sunday.
We drove to Grove City, PA, where we had another bit of a fiasco finding the infamous outlet mall.  Once we did, we shopped a bit (for too long, probably) and continued our drive west.  We popped up into Michigan (yet another state to cross off the list), which I found quite lovely, and did a very good job of avoiding toll roads when we could (the cost really starts to add up when you're driving such a long distance).  We got home around 11pm and crashed.

Please tell me that all wasn't as boring to read as I think it probably was.

Pictures.
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Tuesday, July 08, 2003
Ouch.
Corey Patterson (center fielder for the Cubs and my favorite player) tore his ACL and is out for the rest of the season.  He'd even had a shot at the All-Star Game, but no more.  I go cry now.

"Big Brother" starts up again tonight.
Oh dear.

My procrastination.
I will post about the rest of last last weekend either tonight or tomorrow.  I would do it now, but the picture posting part of it gets a little time consuming and I don't want to post story without the pics to go along with it.
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Monday, July 07, 2003
This was Friday.
We left from Hershey and drove north and east through the prettiest part of Pennsylvania we'd seen yet and on into New Jersey, which was also actually quite nice.  In fact, every bit of Jersey we drove through before we got to New York City was quite pleasant and picturesque.  But that's probably because we drove north to hit a few of the communities in which "Ed" is filmed.  Last up was Northvale, NJ, where we got to see the real and true Stuckeybowl (where they film both the outdoor AND indoor bowling alley scenes).  They aren't shooting for fall yet, but because they were only a couple weeks away from starting production up again, we couldn't get all that close.  We ate lunch at Hennessy Tavern (as in, actress Jill Hennessy) next door, a favorite haunt of the "Ed" cast and crew.

Then we drove down to NYC via the George Washington Bridge.  We got a bit lost exiting off the bridge and went north instead of south, but we eventually figured it out and got to midtown Manhattan, drove past part of Central Park, the Ed Sullivan Theatre (where Letterman is taped), the Hello Deli, Radio City Music Hall, Rockefeller Center, etc.  Unfortunately we were trying to drive on Broadway toward Times Square at about 4pm on a Friday, and traffic was so unbelievably horrendous (not to mention the non-existent traffic laws, lanes, and turn signals) that we decided to abandon our plan to drive past the Empire State Building and downtown to maybe see the WTC site and get a view of the Statue of Liberty.  We instead made our way to the Holland Tunnel to get the heck out of Manhattan.  I think it took us about half an hour to get from one end of the tunnel to the other.  Ick.

Once we hit New Jersey, traffic did not clear up in the least.  We got off the barely inching-forward interstate and onto surface streets, where the traffic was much much lighter until it got very heavy again about five minutes later.  So we did more of that sitting in traffic thing (and, incidentally, this was in the UGLY part of Jersey that everyone thinks of when they think Jersey--you know, concrete, industrial crap, more concrete) and meanwhile the free Guster concert in Morristown, NJ (pretty Jersey again) was starting.  When we finally got out of traffic (again) and were about a block away from the concert, we heard the final chord and the lead singer yeling "Thank you!" to the crowd.  Lovely.  Josh says I will laugh about that someday.  Someday.  But Bethy was not in such a good mood at that point.

We made our way east and south again, and at the last minute decided to take the bridge over to Staten Island to see if we could get any kind of a view of the city skyline and the Statue of Liberty (we hadn't really been in a position to see either yet).  We got to the far edge of the island around late dusk, and managed to get a not-too-close-but-worth-the-six-dollar-bridge-toll view of Manhattan.  Everything was all lit up and pretty, and we could clearly see the Empire State Building and the Statue of Liberty, though it was quite small.

Then we drove down to the Bass River State Forest a little bit north of Atlantic City, where we set up our tent in the dark dark dark amongst lots and lots and lots of bugs bugs bugs.  Then we hoped again that it would not rain on us, as that was once again the forecast.  It did not.  So there.

Kaly and Josh I think would be happy to never go back to New York City again.  Me, I would very much like to.  But not with a car.  Thank you very much.

Here are the Friday pictures.

Saturday and Sunday tomorrow.

Oh, and Angela lost.  By one stroke.  But I guess it's okay as she lost to someone who had never even finished in the top ten of an LPGA tournament and had made all of $69,000 in her entire LPGA career.  Now she can add another $560,000 to that.  Wowsa.
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I just finished watching the "final" round of the U.S. Women's Open (the biggest tournament in women's golf) I taped yesterday, where Annika had a shot at winning it outright on the final hole, but then didn't even make a tie for first.  So she gets fourth place (not bad, I suppose), and luckily Angela Stanford made a long birdie putt to be included in the three-player 18-hole playoff going on today,  so I have someone to really root for (she was in the group we followed at the Kellogg-Keebler Classic--we tend to become fans of those we watch, especially the lesser-known players-- and she just won her very first LPGA tournament last week).  Go Angela!

On another note, I ABSOLUTELY WILL post about our New York/New Jersey adventures from last last Friday later today.  That is a promise.
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