Where do I begin??

I will begin with O.J. verdict: He has been found guilty on all counts for his latest shenanigans. Let me voice my opinion on this. I watched the trial (because CourtTV is a staple in my day), and I honestly believe that the wrong verdict was reached. At the same time, I have to say that karma has a way of biting you in the ass. (And, since I'm speaking of karma, I might as well tell the story that I know my sister would be telling right now if she were typing). So, two weeks ago, Mom and I went down to Baltimore to visit Karin. We took John's company car, because it's free gas (I say free, but technically, John pays for the use of the car... automatically deducted from his pay... though, it's still cheaper than if we owned our own car and were paying for gas and maintenance). ANYWAY. I was approximately ten minutes from Karin's house, and I was going 72mph, as I thought it was a 65 mph zone. Apparently, it was not a 65 mph zone, because *WEEEOOOOHHWEEEEOOHHHH* the po-po came after me. Ironically, only seconds before this, I had been thinking to myself "man, I haven't seen a speed limit sign for a while". So, I pull over, and I'm kind and curteous to po-po man as he asks for my license and registration and informs me that I was going 72 in a 55. And of course, I was all "It's 55? I thought it was 65." And, I'm thinking... maybe he'll just give me a warning, as I'm out of state and not familiar with the area. Well, after waiting almost ten minutes while he sat in his car with my license and reg., I realize that a warning doesn't take that much time. He came back with the ticket "That's a $90 fee, unless you'd like to show up to contest it". Yes.... that's exactly what I'm going to do. Drive five hours back to Baltimore so I can inform the court that I thought it was a 65 and I'm from out of town and blah blah blah. I say to the guy "Sir, please.... I can't get a ticket in this car... it's my husband's work car, and I can't risk it getting taken off of him", to which the po-po says "I'm sorry, ma'am, it's already written". Now, someone f***ing explain this to me. You're telling me that you can't just throw that ticket away, even though you already wrote it?? That's such a load of bullshit. I guarantee that there have been times when he's spilled his coffee or smeared the icing from his donut on one of the pages of his ticket book and had to throw it away.....you couldn't use that excuse and say "oh, I lost it"?? So, now I'm getting rather pissy and I say to the guy "You couldn't have just been nice, could you?". So, I take the ticket, and as the cop is walking away, I call him an asshole under my breath. (My mom will differ on this and say that I said it far too loudly, and do I want to get myself in more trouble, etc.) So, then I cried and cried, because I didn't know what the consequence of getting a speeding ticket in the company car would be and was totally freaked out. Long story longer, when I get to Karin's and we sit down to dinner, she says "see, that's what you get for stealing gas from Kodak.... that's karma". To which I respond by singing "Karma Police" by Radiohead. So, that was the joke the rest of the weekend... that the karma police picked me up because I was using Kodak to pay for the gas. Whatever. That cop was a jerk.
Next topic.
Myself and my two friends, Jen and Chooch, went to an 18 year reunion last night. That's right.... we went to the New Kids on the Block concert. Let me preface this by saying how completely obsessed with the New Kids I was in high school. Obsessed to the point that I should have been arrested for stalking. Obsessed to the point that it cause HUGE fights between my mom and I. Obsessed to the point that Jen and I would sit in school all day and write fantasies about how we would get to meet them and how awesome our lives would be. Well, 18 years later, we can't not go to the concert. It was a given. So, we bought our tix and went last night. They played at Quicken Arena in Cleveland (home for the Caveliers), and we had floor seats on the "court". We were in row YY.... there was one row behind us... ZZ... and it was empty. We were as far as you get back. They weren't HORRIBLE seats, but they were seats that you had to use the jumbotrons to get a good look at the action on stage. Halfway through the concert, a security guy taps Jen on the shoulder and tells her that she should go stand up by this center area on the floor. In the middle of the court, barriers were set up and a tarp was covering something, which ended up being an approx. 8' circular stage. Bottom line.... we ended up having better than front row seats to 15 minutes of the concert. Tracy got to touch Donnie and Jon, and Donnie winked at me.... TWICE. It took 18 years, but it was totally worth the wait. You can roll your eyes at me all you'd like, but that was one awesome night. Those crappy seats ended up being the best thing ever. Seriously... I don't know if any of you have something that you go crazy over... a singer, a chef, a celebrity.... but, to get that opportunity... particularly after waiting so long to have it.... man, how awesome was it?!
Next topic:
We are moving into the new house very very very soon... within the next couple of weeks. If anyone feels the yearning to move heavy furniture, you are more than welcome to join the party. No, the bathroom is not done yet, and no, the first floor laundry room is not done yet, but my awesome Dad is helping us jimmy-rig a shower in the basement to keep us until the bathroom IS done, and we're hooking the washer and dryer up in the basement until the laundry room is done, so it's all good in the hood. All the rooms are painted (except the hallway/stairway area), the new livingroom furniture gets delivered this Thursday, and we are there! I couldn't be more excited.
I think that's all I have for today. Not so much of an interactive blog this time, but since you all are slackers, does it really matter?

Oh, and here's a bit of entertainment for you all. (If you don't love the Muppets, you may want to skip it)