Now that I'm back to writing this every other week, topic ideas have worn a little thin. Either that or I just don't have that exciting of a life. I'm going to stick with the first option. Makes me feel better about myself.
Since the last time I wrote, I've endured a blackout, another Browns' loss to the Steelers, another Mets collapse in September and the loss of only two pounds. The two pounds probably would have been more, but I've found my diet weakness - one that prevents me every time I go on a diet kick from losing the weight I know I'm capable of losing. That weakness: food.
I know it sounds silly, but I love food. I really, really do. And the sad thing is, when it comes to food, I don't discriminate. Which in hindsight is probably how I got to the stage of my life where losing a massive amount of weight is even in the cards.
Pizza, wings, spaghetti, Chinese, burgers, chicken fingers, sandwiches ... oh, how the list could go on. But I'll stick to eating my salads with my fat free dressing and my whole wheat bread. Sounds yummy, doesn't it? Not really. But a big juicy burger with BBQ sauce does!
Two pounds down, 48 to go. This is going to take longer than I thought.
OK, off the food topic. It's just making me hungry.
Now, let's talk about the blackout. Apparently, it's a rite of passage at the Tribune to endure at least one blackout in your career. And I'm not just talking about your run-of-the-mill power outage - I'm talking about your full blown, no electricity, the flood lights actually giving out type of blackout.
I don't know how we got out a paper. At one point I actually heard the word "Gutenberg" being thrown out. I think it was only in a joking matter. But nonetheless, we got out a paper. It was a crazy night, and I wanted to take this time to say kudos to the crew that night. We're like the mail. Rain, sleet, snow or no power, we'll be there everyday.
The one good thing that came from the night without power was that I actually couldn't watch another embarrassing Browns' loss to the Steelers. I had a friend texting me the score and random updates. Now, mind you, he has no attachment to either team, he was just trying to earn some brownie points. But his text at the end of the game was, "Ten six final. Your Browns are awful." Not the message I wanted to receive. Here's to another disappointing season.
Speaking of disappointment, how about that stock market? In the wake of all my sports teams having horrible seasons, I've quit watching SportsCenter. It's too depressing. So in turn, I've turned to MSNBC. You know, because news is so much better than the Indians being under .500.
As I'm writing this, I'm listening to about how the treasury is about to lend a half-trillion dollars to try and fix whatever the heck went wrong this week on Wall Street. A half-trillion? Seriously? Do you think it's ridiculous for me to ask for maybe $1,000? It would help. Maybe then I wouldn't need three jobs when I live with my parents.
But I don't want to end this random rant on a sour note, because, at the end of the day, you can't focus on the negative. You need to find a positive. So, I'm going to take this opportunity to send a very special happy birthday wish to my favorite "niece," Camryn.
One year ago, you came into our lives with that huge smile and those cheeks that I could squeeze all day. You've been a blessing to everyone, and I know that you've only begun to bring cheer and joy into our lives.
Happy first birthday, Camryn Elizabeth Ross. I love you, niecy!
Sulonen is a sports writer at the Tribune. E-mail her at firstname.lastname@example.org