It's been a busy few days.

After getting back from Vermont, I've been incredibly busy. It's really difficult to come back from almost a week of vacation - where the hardest thing you were expected to do is put your dishes in the dishwasher - and have to jump right back into school, homework, work, and life/reality in general. Oh, and the stress of Red Sox trade talks. Let's start there.

For those of you who don't know, here's how the schedule runs:
Nov 5-8 general managers' meetings
Nov 12 free agency filing deadline
Nov 14-15 owners' meetings
Dec 1 deadline to offer salary arbitration to former players who became free agents
Dec 3-6 winter meetings
Dec 6 rule five draft
Dec 7 deadline for free agents offered salary arbitration to accept the offers
Dec 12 deadline to offer contracts to unsigned players
Jan 5-15 salary arbitration filing
Feb 1-21 salary arbitration hearings
Feb 14 pitchers & catchers report

In other words, I won't be sleeping well till that annoying, overly-mushy, "remember, you're single!" day that most people like to call "Valentines Day." However, my jumpy nerves will calm down once I find out whether or not Clay Buchholz is going to be traded. If we keep him, expect great rejoicing. If we don't, expect this blog [and its blogger] to be dressed in mourning black for the appropriate period of time. I'm hoping that Jacoby Ellsbury will be Clay's "savior." The young superstar center-fielder, who has stolen more fangirl's hearts then he has stolen bases [amazing, but true] is considered to be the Red Sox's "untouchable" player - meaning that they won't be trading him for
anyone. This is good, because the Twins are asking for Jacoby and either Clay or Jon Lester.

So, you can see the flaw in the Twins' plan. They're going for Jacoby and Clay or Jon...but the Sox aren't willing to give up Jacoby, and they're certainly not going to be dense enough to give both Clay and Jon up. So here's hoping that Jacoby "Tacoby" Ellsbury will save my favorite player. If he does, I'll be much more greatful then I was when he won the USA a free taco apiece.

NOW, to get off the subject of the Red Sox, for all you people who are like, "I hate the Sox and Meredith's constant obsession with them." That's towards you, dearest, darlingist Mummy.

On a less sad note, but still a sad one, my hair isn't straight anymore. The curls have returned, much to my dismay. I miss the staight hair already, but hey...if God wanted me to have curly hair, I guess I can't really complain. But I will straighten it from time to time.

AND GUESS WHAT ELSE?????????????

IT'S THE CHRISTMAS SEASON. Words cannot express how much I love this time of the year.

And with that, I leave you. :) Have a great day/week/month/year/lifetime. :)

~ Meredith

P.S.:
Click here. Watch. Applaud. Repeat.

I'm feeling...tired.

I've had quite a week up in Vermont and I came back to find this in one of my baseball sources:

"The Red Sox might have the best shot at grabbing Santana, though I still don't understand why they need another starting pitcher outside of just trying to keep him away from the Yankees – hardly a good reason to make a high-profile move like this. Boston happens to currently possess a center fielder highly coveted by the Twins in Coco Crisp. The Red Sox would love to part with Crisp and the Twins would love to take him. Unfortunately, it's not that easy for Boston and a lot of other pieces would need to go Minnesota's way. The Red Sox would need to include either Jon Lester or Clay Buchholz several other prospects. Depending on what the final package turns out to be, if Lester or Buchholz are the biggest losses on Boston's end, then it would be a good deal for them considering they're getting the 28-year old Santana in return. But if another big-name veteran needs to be tossed in there, then the Red Sox might have to part with too much."

It's the whole "Clay Buchholz" thing that has me worried. As some of you might know, he's my favorite Red Sox player, and if he leaves the team, I'll be crushed. Expect updates as the trade-talk continues.

Also, there will be a lovely long post about my time in Vermont for all of you people who might be interested in reading it. :)

It's past 11:00...

...and I want to go to sleep. Why is it that I always put off doing things, when I know I'll wish I had done them earlier? If you know the answer, please let me know. Meanwhile, I'll continue to consider the more important things in life, such as...why do you drive on a parkway, and park on a driveway? Nah...never mind. That's a bit too deep. Instead, I think I'll just go. The whole point of this post is so that there was a post when all you wonderful people dared to click on this link.

So, yes. Hello. Yay. As you can tell, I'm clearly not on my A-game right now. But then, if you had a cold, and were sleepy, would you be? HAH. I thought not. Anyhoo, I'm done rambling now, so hopefully you've all had a great laugh at my expense. If you haven't, don't be afraid. There will be many laughs to come, whether you're laughing with me [hopefully this one] or at me [I do this a lot...]. Meanwhile, please ignore the date/time/day of this post. I'm still trying to figure out what timezone I live in. :)

AH. I'm also going up to VERMONT to see one of my bestest friends. I haven't seen her in like, two years, so I'm wicked excited. =D More updates on that to come.

Today I discovered something: I am quite a good shot with a gun. No, I wans't out killing anyone. :) I was upstairs when I heard the sound of my dad's BB gun being fired. So, going to the basement stairs, I sorta bellowed down, "I WANNA SHOOT THE GUN." Turns out that my dad [age 1048, name of Stephen] and my younger brother [age thirteen, name of Jack] were taking shots at tin cans. I joined in, and completely kicked their butts. Like, I was BANG, BANG. Knocked both cans off the little stand in a row. Totally on fire. Then Jack was all, "Let's have a contest to 12." So we started. I got to 12 [he was at 6], and so the contest went to 15...then to 20. Final score? Me: 20. Jack: 9. Poor boy. First, I beat him in Risk, and now shooting guns. So then I'm all, "I'll have a contest with Dad sometime." And dad was all, "How about now? First to five." So we had our contest.

End score?

Me = 5
Dad = 0

Life is good, is it not? And yes, I'm done bragging now.

Jholi aelaesia maelyl jhoji air'm os jhar.
[Live every second like it's your last.]

~ Meredith