Hey what's going on guys? I told everyone I was going to the doctors in San Diego over the weekend and I would let you know what the word was once I got back. Well, now I'm back, but I'm still not 100% sure exactly what the word is. When I went out there we did some tests with big needles. I'm not a fan of needles, but over the past six months I have grown accustomed to them, which has helped to calm my fears. I think I received about six shots on Friday, which has to be some kind of world record. I'm in the process of checking on that one.
Anyways, I received a couple of shots that are supposed to speed the recovery time of my hand, so hopefully they will work at some point in the future. I have another appointment in SD in less than two weeks to see how things are coming along. I will know a lot more about what is going on when that time comes. I'll keep you posted.
Now onto some other news. I'll call this section, "Random Musings." I really don't know what the hell that means, but I think its what you call something when you can't think of a creative title for it.
Over the past few days I've had a few things happen to me that made me stop and take notice. The first one took place in San Diego. I happened to see an IHOP, which is one of my favorite establishments for blueberry pancakes, so I stopped in for a quick meal. When I think of IHOP I think of family, kids, that chocolate chip pancake they make with the smiley face made out of whipped cream, and special, quality time. I was a little disturbed when I looked across the street and saw the "Hustler Club." I have no idea what part of town I was in but I've never seen that next to an IHOP before. Just thought it was interesting.
The second thing that I found interested over the past few days was a letter I received from a fan. If your familiar with my blog you know that I wrote a post about a month ago about how everyone seems to think my name is Mark, or maybe they just like to call me it for shits and giggles. Either way I get called it a lot and I'm not quite sure why. Well, yesterday I opened up some fan mail and one letter was sent to, you guessed it, Mark Antonelli. The weird thing was that my cards were inside, a bunch of Matt Antonelli cards. Interesting.
The last thing that I found interesting was probably the one that made me the most upset. I went to eat at Ra Sushi, another wonderful establishment, last night for dinner. When I was finished eating I went to get in my car to leave and found that someone had parked extremely close next to me. I know from the picture it looks like I parked over the line, but let me explain what really went down. The car to the right of me parked half in my lane and half in his. Because of this I had to park more to the left then I would like, but I managed to stay almost completely in my lane while giving the driver to the right of me plenty of room to get back in his car. For some reason the guy to the left of me really didn't give a damn if I could get in my car. I'm still not sure how he even got out of his car.
When I tried to get into my car it was physically impossible. I ended up having Laura get in the passenger's side door and climb across to the drivers side and reverse it out so I could jump in. I won't lie I was pretty upset. I found some scrap paper that was in my car and a pen and wrote them a message that I left on their window. I don't know why I choose these words but they were the first one's to come to mind.
"Thanks for the room shit for brains."
If this happens to be your car, first, that was not very nice of you. Second, I'm sorry for the letter, but I was upset. Good day.