Snooki, the Pirates, and inadvertent innuendos

A few nights ago, my family was watching TV as we do probably a bit more than we should. Sure, we have a dining room table set, but we barely use it. Anyhow, a commercial for an interview with Snooki came on the air, and my dad asked why anybody would even watch it. I simply replied, "She's popular and rich, apparently that makes for good air time." He then proceeded to ask me why I couldn't be Snooki so that I could be rich and he could manage my career. My dad has an offbeat sense of humor and wit that I inherited. I just told him that I don't want to be a drunk Oompa-Loompa.

As I mentioned in my last entry, Vic and I got to see each other over the weekend. We went to a Pirates game with his sister and her husband. The first few innings were sort of fun. The team did well, and despite the heat, it was great to just spend time together. At the end of the fourth inning, we decided to get some drinks because we were sitting on the 3rd baseline in 90°+ heat.

We like coordinating t-shirts, even if
it isn't the right team for the event.

And that's when it hit me. We stood up to move to the concession area, and by the time we got up to the top of the stairs/riser area, I could barely breathe. My heart felt like it was beating twice or maybe even three times as fast as it should be, and on top of breathing difficulty, I could barely stand. I bought us drinks, but was still feeling like I was going to pass out. The shade helped, but I was still iffy at best. We found an air-conditioned kiosk, and stood in there for a few minutes. I was honestly really scared, as I'd never felt like that before.

Eventually, I did wind up going to first aid where they just took my pulse and let me sit for a few minutes. Needless to say, we didn't go back to our seats. We just stood/sat in shaded areas for the rest of the game. (We had really gone for each other's company, if nothing else.) I have the best boyfriend in the world.

Apart from making comments about Dorito-colored celebrities and feeling like death at baseball games, summer's been pretty low-key. I have some family arriving in town later this month to celebrate the grad party and visit, which will be a lot of fun.

My parents have also been trying to fix the vacuum cleaner and they continue to make unintentional innuendos and it's taking most of the willpower I have to not make really bad jokes when they do. I mean, you can't just say things like, "Well, jam it in there!" and "Maybe if I blow it..." without my mind wandering...