Sox Clinch Division

Watching the end of last night's game and then hearing that the Yankees lost made my day. I could not be happier that the Yankees stranglehold on the division is finally over. Interestingly enough, the Sox might have been better off choking away their lead (despite the loss of momentum) because the Yankees have struggled against the Angels this year. However, the Angels are some what beaten up with a few injuries to key players. The new best record rule would be some what of an advantage for the Sox to win but at this point it's more important to rest Ortiz (knee) and make sure everyone's healthy.

God, I love this time of the year. No only is it playoff season for baseball but it's also fall, my favorite season. I have not been in Vermont for more than 5 years the last time I saw fall here. It is such a brief and amazing season that by Thanksgiving (I think I was home about once during college) the leaves are already all dead. What's great about Vermont is that the temperature is always nice and crisp and the air is fresh making it perfect for golf/tennis and hiking.

On a side note, I started scooping Ice Cream for Ben & Jerry's at their factory in Waterbury for the temp. agency. This is probably the furthest commute (40 min.) for the lowest pay ($9.00) and most work I've ever done in my life. These buss loads of incredibly wealth old people from all around the world show up in groups of 50 all wanting this deliciously unhealthy ice cream. Many of my co-workers are high school students coming after school... I don't think I can do this for long

The Herb Files: small pox

So every once in awhile I feel it be might be a bit humorous to write a short post about my father: Herb. My dad's a pretty good guy and he certainly is not your typical dad. He has an interesting personality with more neurosis than most Jews (he believes that drinking coke-cola three meals a day, from a can (not bottle, this is important), in a glass (again, important), and using a straw and ice, is the only way to go. Mowing the lawn in the pitch black at 11:00 at night is common and pronouncing my brother's name Jonah "Jonerrrr" causes general hilarity among friends who like to imitate him.

There's a lot of funny stories I'd like to tell about Herb like the time he asked my mom at dinner why they called the restaurant "Hooters" its name and how he makes sure to always tell me not to speed even when I'm not driving, but just the other day he gave me a new laugh. I was going to hang out with my friend Ryan who has the chicken pox and my dad overhearing my phone conversation like he often does exclaimed, "I don't want you hanging out with any one who has small pox." I explained to him that he had chicken pox and not small pox and he countered, "it doesn't matter. You're not insured right now. I don't want you hanging out with any one with any diseases right now until you have health insurance." I took my chances and I got in the car to go see Ryan anyways...luckily I already had chicken pox, or a vaccination for it, or was that small pox?

The beginning of some thing beautiful

I've been encouraged for a long time to create my own blog (probably since when I first got the nickname TrainWreck (this story to come...) from friends. From hence forth, my wacky adventures (personal complaints) and fun stories (things that only my friends will probably care about) will be posted for the public to see. I am excited about this because it really couldn't have come a better time.

So things didn't work out with the Peace Corps. Loopholes are always getting me but on the plus side I am a newly turned college graduate living at home unemployed. I wonder what percent of us find ourselves in this situation? I'm actually employed as I am working at a temp. agency doing random tasks. So far I've worked at a shoe store (no I didn't have to wear the referee shirt, it was Reebok, which btw I might add is a very socially responsible company, no just kidding), a medical health records group, and to top it all off for most random, an assembly man at a military goggles factory in Essex Jct., Vermont. I find it some what ironic that I was going to serve my country as a member of Peace Corps but because things got screwed up I ended up helping to construct military gear for people who also serve our country. Look what a college degree can get you these days!