It has been 660 days since my last post. Or 1 year, 9 months, 22 days. Or 21 months, 22 days. Or 94 weeks and 2 days. Or 15,840 hours. Or 950,400 minutes. Or 57,024,000 seconds. I don't know why I stopped blogging. I am trying to reflect on what happened since that last blog. Things that have happened since October 2017
“You’ll learn, as you get older, that rules are made to be broken. Be bold enough to live life on your terms, and never, ever apologize for it. Go against the grain, refuse to conform, take the road less traveled instead of the well-beaten path. Laugh in the face of adversity, and leap before you look. Dance as though EVERYBODY is watching. March to the beat of your own drummer. And stubbornly refuse to fit in.” ― Mandy Hale, The Single Woman: Life, Love, and a Dash of Sass This post is dedicated to Andrea Parra, who reminded me just how much I loved writing in my blog ♥
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It's been a long standing debate in our house. I say he's "dumbing us down". He refuses to succumb to the proper English etiquette. Or is it even proper English as I think it is?
Examples: He says "I went fishing for some shrimps." I say "I went fishing for shrimp." This is plural. No? He says "I'm making shrimps for dinner." I say "I'm making shrimp for dinner." You don't need the s at the end. It already implies plural. No one says "I'm making a shrimp for dinner." He says "I'm making Steaks for dinner." This seems acceptable. Why is that? You can easily say Steak too. If I am making rice pilaf and wild rice for a big dinner would I say "I'm making rices for dinner." or "I'm making rice with dinner." or "I am making 2 different kinds of rice for dinner." You get my point. So hubby says to leave you with this: "A guy walks into a barber shop and says he wants a haircut. Barber says, do you want me to cut one hair or all of them?" Waa-waa-waaaaaaaaaa..... I often think back about when I was a little girl. My fondest memories are of just me, walking around gathering flowers, watching birds, rabbits, butterflies and big fluffy bumble bees. I can still smell the Queen Anne's Lace flowers that grew wild. At one point we lived on top of a large hill. I'd sit in the grass in the summer and pick the wild clover blossoms and pluck each petal to suck out the nectar. There would be grasshoppers bouncing all around in what looked like a vast sea of grass. Sometimes a lady bug would fly by and land on my hand. I'd hold it close to my eyes to really get a look as it crawled around then fly away. I'd think about having wings and being able to fly anywhere I wanted. I'd lay down on that same grass and watch the puffy white clouds transform into shapes before my eyes. I could, and did, spend hours outside. it was such a beautiful time. “After all," Anne had said to Marilla once, "I believe the nicest and sweetest days are not those on which anything very splendid or wonderful or exciting happens but just those that bring simple little pleasures, following one another softly, like pearls slipping off a string.” ― L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Avonlea It's been a while (again) since I've posted. I don't know why, really, because I love posting on my blog. Some months I am a complete chatter box and others just seem to run away from me.
This post is a "just sayin" post. No particular reason other than to share my love of the rain. Last week was Thanksgiving and we were wearing shorts and flip flops smoking a turkey outside in the 80 degree weather. Not even a week later and it's 25-30 degrees cooler, raining and I am in heaven. Some people hate the rain. It depresses them. To me, it's lovely. It brightens up the greenery, washes away the dirt and cleans the air. There is nothing sweeter to me than the sound and smell of rain. It soothes my soul every single time. The best kind of rain, of course, is a cozy rain. This is the kind the anonymous medieval poet makes me remember, the rain that falls on a day when you’d just as soon stay in bed a little longer, write letters or read a good book by the fire, take early tea with hot scones and jam and look out the streaked window with complacency. ~Susan Allen Toth, England For All Seasons Well it's been almost a month since my last blog post. At that time my Dodgers had won the NL West, Hockey hadn't officially started yet and my Fantasy football team was only 3 games deep. Needless to say I was pissed off that the Dodgers didn't move on (DAMN CARDS!) but I was happy we went further than the Gaylos. My husband even won $100 bet off that one. "Thanks Natalie!" Present day. I never thought I'd find myself wanting an AL team to win the World Series but there is NO WAY IN HELL I want the Giants to win! On top of that no brainer, I kinda like the fact that the Royals are the underdog. I'd love to see them win it all. My Kings are 4-1-1, my Fantasy football team is 1-6-0 (I actually changed my team name from First & Girl to Team Narcissist and got my first win) and I can't be happier. I know I won't make the playoffs, but it sure is fun trying. I'll leave you with this: The most hilarious video I have seen in a very long time. Got to give it to Jay Mohr. Today when I got home from work my youngest son (15) tells me he watched a documentary on 9/11 today at school. He said "Mom, I never saw footage from that day. it was so disturbing." My heart broke at that moment. It brought me back to that somber morning. On 9/11/2001 my boys were 7 & 2. My husband went into work at 4:30 am and I was usually up by 5:30 to get myself ready for work and the boys ready for school & grandmas. I got a call around 5:50 am from my husband telling me to put on the news because an airplane hit one of the towers of the World Trade Center in New York. At the time we both thought it must have been a terrible accident. I had the TV on and sat on the floor inches from the television in shock at the sight of the gaping hole the plane had left. I had no idea I'd be watching a second plane hit the next tower. I called my husband back and told him what I just saw. We both knew then it was no accident. Our main concern, at that moment, was our family in Manhattan. His Sister, her husband & our Nephew live in Manhattan. We both tried to call her to be sure they were safe but all lines were busy for the hours to follow. About a half hour later which felt like seconds, another hijacked plane hits the Pentagon. I called my husband again crying. I've never been so scared in my life. For all I knew there were hijacked planes all over the country heading to all of the major cities. I decided to call work and tell them I wasn't coming in and to keep my oldest son home from school. I didn't want to be away from my boys if the country as a whole was under attack. As I continue to watch the burning towers in disbelief, I see a person throw themselves from one of the towers over 80 feet above the ground. Eerily the person capturing this on film follows the body as it flails until its demise. Am I really watching this live? Is this a movie with a very brave stunt person? I wish it was the latter. I would come to learn over 200 people jumped to their deaths that day. Mayor Giuliani has said "You may think you would know what a body hitting the ground from that high might sound like, but until you hear it, you can't even begin to imagine the actual sound." My hands were covering most of my face as tears continued to stream down. How can one wrap their minds around these planes striking the two towers, watching people throw themselves to their deaths, let alone watching the two 110 story buildings collapse one after the next. I couldn't believe what I was watching. My eyes were out of focus from the tears and my mind was reeling with worry for my Sister-in-law and her family. Seeing the brown debris filled clouds attack the civilians on the ground was like watching an end of days sort of movie, but this was reality. All I could do was cry. In between the two towers collapsing, I later learned that after passengers and crew members aboard the hijacked Flight 93 contact friends and family and learn about the attacks in New York and Washington, they mount an attempt to retake the plane. In response, hijackers deliberately crash the plane into a field in Somerset County, Pennsylvania, killing all 40 passengers and crew aboard. That day a lot of lives were lost, a nation mourned together. Many years later there is One World Trade Center in its place that reaches iconicaly, 1776 feet. It brings back hope, pride, remembrance and gratitude to this great Country. Kyle asked me tonight; "Mom, why does everybody hate the USA?" I simply said; "Because we're free." I'll never forget September 11th, 2001. Since I was a little girl I could not stand the smell of unwashed hair. I have to admit I have a very sensitive nose and can smell things most don't even notice. But for me, it's unwashed hair. I am not talking the kind of person who skips a day of washing to preserve the delicate hair follicles. I am talking the ones who walk by and a waft of indescribable stench permeates the air. It's indescribable but so very unpleasant. I used to sit next to a girl in my class in elementary school who seemed to not wash her hair for weeks. Maybe this is where I got the sensitivity to it but dear me, I cannot deal with it. Today a group of college students walked by me and someone had the stinky unwashed hair smell. Just about ruined my day.
Just sayin. Last night I noticed a lot of crowing outside and my cat actually ran in as if she was scared to death. When I went outside, there were swarms of crows everywhere. I couldn't even begin to describe the creepiness of it. Every roof top I could see from my back yard was covered in crows. I mean every single one. I ran in and grabbed my phone to take a picture of our friend's house to show them. Afterwards I went upstairs to look out to the front yard and all of the rooftops on the houses across the street were lined with crows too. It was like I was in the movie The Birds! In about 10 minutes, every single crow was gone. It was wheird....with an emphasis on the h - even though there is no h in weird. OMG is it 5:00 yet???? Last night I finished watching Breaking Bad. Just as I felt after the last episode of Dexter, LOST, The Sopranos, Six Feet Under, Seinfeld, Cheers, Sex and The City, and too many other shows that consume my life, I feel empty. Walter White, Jesse Pinkman, Saul Goodman and even Hank are going to haunt my dreams until I can find my next addictive series. Right now I am at the beginning stages of withdrawal. "Those people" who say "Oh I don't watch TV" are not normal. They are the ones playing sports, exercising, have hobbies, spend their time outdoors and wouldn't succumb to the prison of a television series. Who does that??? Here are some of my favorite lines from Breaking Bad. I am going to miss hearing them. Yo, especially from Jesse. Bitch!!! 1. "FUCK YOU BOGDAN! AND YOUR EYEBROWS!" – Walter White 2. "Look, Skyler, I just haven’t quite been myself lately. I haven’t been myself lately, but I love you. Nothing about that has changed, and nothing ever will. So right now, what I need is for you to climb down out of my ass. Can you do that? Will you do that for me, honey? Will you please, just once, get off my ass. You know, I’d appreciate it. I really would.” – Walter White 3. "Yo, Gatorade me, bitch" – Jesse Pinkman 4. (to Walt and Jesse) "If I ever get anal polyps I know what I'm gonna call them' Jesse 'Magnets!" – Saul Goodman 5. "Ah, like I came to you, begging to cook meth. Oh, hey, nerdiest old dude I know, you wanna come cook crystal? Please. I’d ask my diaper-wearing granny, but her wheelchair wouldn’t fit in the RV." – Jesse Pinkman 6. "This is my own private domicile and I will not be harassed…bitch!" – Jesse Pinkman 7. "Yeah Bitch! Magnets" – Jesse Pinkman 8. “You clearly don’t know who you’re talking to, so let me clue you in. I am not in danger, Skyler. I am the danger. A guy opens his door and gets shot, and you think that of me? No! I am the one who knocks!” – Walter White 9. Oh well, heil Hitler, bitch. And let me tell you something else. We flipped a coin, okay? You and me. You and me! Coin flip is sacred! Your job is waiting for you in that basement, as per the coin!" – Jesse Pinkman 10. “Some straight like you, giant stick up his ass, age what- 60? He’s just gonna break bad?” – Jesse Pinkman I found a new avatar creator: http://jeuxcool.com/jeux/plus/semi-realistic-avatar-creator/ and experimented with different facial features, hair styles, colors, etc. After I made these three I realized they are all part of my persona. I wish I could change my looks this easy, but each one is a part of how I see myself.
The top left is the rebel in me. I love the edgy look of her sassy red short hair, the studded choker, the dainty nose piercing. Yet, she's still made up with just the right touch of make-up to accentuate her eyes. I see her as a smart, no-nonsense independent woman. This is the part of me most repressed. I'm working on it. The middle one is probably the most relatable part of me. I long for the perfectly messy, yet elegant hair. The kind of hair that looks amazing whether she tries or rolls out of bed. Her casual style is what suits me in my mind, even though I pretty much wear dresses on a daily basis. I see her as a mother, a career woman, a friend and a genuinely normal person. If you look closely, she has double pierced earrings on one ear - her way of being who she is without too much attention. She wears sweet lilac colors on her eyes to match her clothing giving a soft feel to match her personality. The final one is the girlie-girl in me. She looks like a Princess with her flowing blonde hair, her big doe-eyed blue eyes with ruby red lips. Her gown is a steel blue to accent her eyes and there is a look of innocence in them. The details of the bow on her dress and heart earrings depict her desire to be loved and to love. If I put these three all together, I can see me. Part rebel, part every day woman, part Princess. Ames, The Warrior Princess Mom! What I want to know is "why in the hell wasn't I watching Breaking Bad when it was on AMC?????" Oh Em GEE - is this show AMAZING. I know, I'm SO behind the limelight, but I am in awe of just HOW AMAZING the show really is. Saturday I watched all of Season 1. Sunday I almost got through Season 2, but our stupid AT&T Uverse Internet server was down. The only plus to that was I was able to watch the Dodger game since it was on ESPN. Had my Netflix not gone down, I would have finished Season 2 without a doubt. As much as Breaking Bad had peen publicized, it never dawned on me it was such a great show. Bryan Cranston is PERFECT in his role as Walter White. Complimenting Bryan's role is Aaron Paul as Jesse Pinkman. I have a soft spot for Jesse, as he reminds me of some family members I have who have/had the very same issues. I can only imagine what the next 4 Seasons have in store for them. I just know I am grateful for Netflix and Chromecast, as long as my internet server doesn't crash again. Speaking of the Dodger Game, poor Hanley Ramirez! First Ramirez was hit in the shoulder by Carlos Martinez in the fourth inning, (which Clayton Kershaw had his back by hitting Matt Holliday - Good Job Kersh!). THEN he gets a Trevor Rosenthal fastball straight on the wrist! It's a Cardinals conspiracy I tell you! In the playoffs last season, Joe Kelly hit Hanley in the ribs with a 95 MPH fastball giving him a cracked rib. I know the Cardinals are one of the best teams in the NL but quit playing dirty you jerks! Tell you what, let's play nice and you can have Matt Kemp for Yadier Molina. Agreed? Last night I stumbled upon a movie I never had seen before. It had already started, but I was instantly intrigued by the way the director shot the scenes. And it starred Jared Leto. The movie was "Requiem for a Dream" and it was released in 2000. After watching the movie, I was left feeling very somber, yet very grateful.
When I was a teenager from the age of 15 - 18 I had a drug addiction. Thankfully I never got into the extremely hard drugs like heroin, but I did my fair share of illegal, very addicting, life wrecking drugs. If I hadn't stopped, however, I know in my heart I'd have succumbed to the harder drugs. The movie depicts the probable consequences of drug addiction. It is ugly. It is frightening. It is so very sad. Some of us are the lucky ones who come out clean and never look back. This movie is a must see for any person who is addictive. It doesn't just cover a heroin addict. It covers addiction to cocaine and pharmaceuticals and what lengths people go to get their drugs. Ellen Burstyn does a fantastic job of a depressed, lonely old woman addicted to her prescription drugs. What happens to her should make any Pharmaceutical company and over-prescribing Doctor ashamed. Jennifer Connelly is amazing in her character. It is so sad to see just what she puts herself through to keep her drug addiction. It's even sadder, to me, that men use women like this to satisfy their perversity. When I had my addiction, I found myself in many shady places, with many shady people. Looking back, being so young and naïve, I put myself in a lot of danger. Again, some of us are the lucky ones who come out safe on the other side. I doubt many do. Jared Leto plays the main character who is in love with Jennifer Connelly, but they both obviously have drug addictions. I won't go into much detail about what happens with him in the movie, other than to say he was superb, as he always is in his acting roles. I adore Jared Leto. I didn't watch him much in movies or shows when he was young, I missed out on that. I really fell in love with Jared's voice. The 30 Seconds to Mars album, "A Beautiful Lie" won me over. Jared's voice is so dynamic. He can reach high and low notes with a smoothness so out of character for that sort of music. He can scream like hell and reach so high with so much volume and intensity it gives me chills. I can get lost in his music. Then there's his beauty. Yes, beauty. He's got one of those faces that is so perfect, so structurally beautiful, he can't be described as handsome. There isn't a ruggedness to his face. His eyes are soulful, light blue and big. His mouth is perfectly proportioned with just the perfect natural shade of pink. Even when he has full facial hair he's beautiful. He's definitely on my man-crush list. So if you haven't watched "Requiem of a Dream", I recommend you do. Just be prepared to watch something more uplifting afterwards. Seinfeld is always a good choice. "I'm out there Jerry, and I'm LOVIN' every minute of it! - Kramer" Since I haven't blogged in a while, and since I don't have much to say, I'll just whine a little. (Ok, A lot....)
I wish I was on vacation. Somewhere so far away that it takes an entire day to travel there. I want to feel my toes in the sand, or in a lake, or feel my feet on the deck of a private boat. Yes. Yes please. I want to have enough wine to where my glass is never empty. I want to breathe in salty sea air or fresh mountain air. So Cal air is so gross. I try not to think about it or else I start to get anxiety. Have you ever flown into Ontario Airport in the summer? Especially coming from somewhere beautiful like Minnesota where everything is green and abound by lakes. It's like descending into a pit of brown. The terrain is brown. The air is brown. It's rather depressing. Onto the next whine. (I wish I had a full glass of wine while I whine too!) I am trying to break my addiction to sunflower seeds. Spitz Cracked Black Pepper to be exact. Yesterday I had some David's Extra Spicy Seeds and they were so salty my tongue now feels as if I ran it across the desert sand with shards of glass mixed in it. The Spitz aren't as salty and they have the best flavor in my opinion, but nevertheless, they still hurt my poor tongue. I am what you call an addictive personality. It's all or nothing for me. So yesterday I threw away my stash of several bags of seeds and today I am a seed free girl. Yay! What was up with Puig in the Home Run Derby? I had such high hopes for him. I think we all know he can hit the hell out of the ball. The announcers said maybe it was nerves. I don't know what it was, but I didn't like it. I hope he can redeem himself today and be the true All-Star he is. Come on Yasiel, bring back Puigapalooza Por Favor! Sé el All-Star que eres! Last whine for the day. MasterChef's Courtney Lapresi. I CAN'T STAND HER. I haven't had this much loathing for a person on TV since Tony Vlachos (Survivor) and Juan Pablo (The Bachelor). She is SO CONCEITED and SO ANNOYING and SO EVIL. I seriously want to pull her off her pedestal and stick her high heels in each of her eyes. I read another blog (http://www.stockingblue.com/tag/courtney-lapresi/) where the author calls her "Cuntessa". I am not a fan of the beginning of that word in most cases, but boy does it fit here. On top of that, her choice of lipstick color is beyond obnoxious. It seems that Gordon has a bit of an infatuation with her and makes her feel like the Queen of England. I don't know why. He usually doesn't have tolerance for such people. All I know is I hope she chokes on all of her hate mail. She's got to have a ton of it! Now...Go take on the day. Representing my favorite teams in my office! I am reserving room on the right for when the Dodgers win the World Series (Let's Go Dodgers!) Baseball was always my favorite sport. I still love it, but boy am I missing the excitement of Hockey already. I love my new pennant of the Kings - those toothless smiles, the beards...so much to be proud of!
I was married into being a Rams fan - I will admit. I did attend a game in 1994 against the LA Raiders, of all teams. I think there was a stabbing and whole lot of fights. Seriously. But when they moved to St Louis, I just kinda followed them because there were no other LA Football teams and I refused to follow the Raiders. Thankfully they moved to Oakland I think that next year. The most fun I've had being a Rams "fan" were attending games in San Francisco against the 49ers. I loved how many Rams fans were tailgating! It was so awesome - especially when we won! These days I am a FANTASY Football fan. This will be my 4th season managing "First & Girl" - hoping to have learned a lot of hard lessons the past few years and come out with the perpetual trophy this year! Our draft is already next month and before I know it, my Sundays, Monday nights and Thursday nights will be my favorite parts of the week! I think I will have to make a "Fantasy Football" Category soon...I feel it coming... In case you're wondering why I have so many notes on my bulletin boards, I work for a University for the Undergraduate Associated Students. I know I have mentioned how much I love my job, and they are the reason why. Whenever they graduate a part of me gets sad - but I have my memories of them all around my office. What you see here is just one wall. There are reminders everywhere of students I have become close to in the past. Each unique, wonderful, driven, talented and ever so smart. I am lucky to be in the midst of such high achieving young individuals. It fills my heart with joy. Now....Dodgers you better win in Colorado! Don't lose your recent MOJO! Beat the COCKY ROCKIES! Finally, Happy Independence Day! “You have to love a nation that celebrates its independence every July 4th, not with a parade of guns, tanks, and soldiers who file by the White House in a show of strength and muscle, but with family picnics where kids throw Frisbees, the potato salad gets iffy, and the flies die from happiness. You may think you have overeaten, but it is patriotism.” — Erma Bombeck I have always been drawn to animation (is that a pun?) and it just grows more fascinating with each year. The technology amazes me. The capability of the creators to still use their talents and being able to take it to a whole new level is more than exciting. I love the story behind this piece. Cells becoming humans, the innocence of youth, the wonderment of young adulthood and finally realizing true love. It's simply beautiful. I cannot stop watching it so I thought I'd share it with you. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do. Happy Friday ~ Ames ♥ I was looking through some of the texts I received recently from my youngest son Kyle (soon to be 15) and came across these two he sent me. I think he's trying to tell me something. He's got quite a sense of humor!
Hmmm I wonder where I can get that glass??? LOL I haven't been to the beach in such a long time. I love the water. I love any body of water. Ocean, Lake, River, Pool...it doesn't matter to me. When I first watched Sleepless in Seattle, I was so jealous of his home on the water. A quaint little house, with a nice wrap around deck right there on the water in the bay. How perfect is that.
My family in Minnesota mostly live on Lake front property. It's so beautiful. Mornings are especially gorgeous. When I visited my Aunt and Uncle one fourth of July, I woke early just as the sun had come up. My Aunt had bought me this small seat like raft which was tied to the Dock with a long rope. I went out and floated in that raft for hours. As I floated, a turtle swam by and a Mother and her ducklings swam by...I was in my glory. When I was in Hawaii, I sat on the beach just outside our condo and brought a loaf of bread with me. I fed the sand crabs as they popped out of their holes in the sand. They'd come up and literally grab the bread out of my fingers and crab walk sideways back to their hole and vanish. I could do that all day. The water was so beautiful, the sunshine so warm on my body, there's nothing like it. Another favorite of mine is Lake Mead. I've only been once, but it was breathtaking. My parents rented a houseboat and we each brought a couple with us. Our friends brought a Seadoo and I took it out one morning. The lake was as smooth as glass. I rode the Seadoo into canyons too narrow for boats. I would drift really slow and it was so quiet. It was so beautiful. I know I keep using the word beautiful, but to me, that's what water and scenery is. I take it all in. The sights, the smells, the sounds, the feel of the air and the sunshine. I feel so peaceful in those moments. Right now, I am wishing I was at the beach. Preferably a private beach where I was able to sit under a Palapa and sip ice cold Chardonnay all day long. Listening to the waves crash, the sound of the seagulls flying by and conversing with my man next to me. Hmmm I am thinking somewhere like Cabo San Lucas or perhaps the Bahamas. Oh and now that I am thinking Bahamas, what about staying in one of those private bungalows on the water. A glass section of the floor where I can watch the sea life under me. Now we're talking. A girl can dream, can't she? I love my job. I love working with Undergraduate Associated Students. I love that I have such a long list of memories with so many who have come through my office over the years. Ashley has been with us as an Accounting Assistant for 2 years. Today was her last day before moving on with her life. She was sweet enough to bring me flowers and wrote me this terrific, heartfelt card. So many students come and go...and some leave lasting impressions in my life. Ash is one of them. I'll miss you so much Ashley!
Do you believe in The Grays? I never have, but watching movies that claim to be based on true events about these beings makes me really wonder. Last night I watched "Dark Skies" http://www.allmovie.com/movie/dark-skies-v572437. A movie based on a family being visited by "The Grays" as they call them. I don't scare easily, and love me some creepy movies, but this one made me scream out loud! More than once! It was a good movie, in my opinion, even though it didn't get good critic ratings. The end was actually unpredictable and surprised me. Another movie that absolutely TERRIFIED me, was "Fire in the Sky" http://www.allmovie.com/movie/fire-in-the-sky-v17400. Again, it didn't get good critic ratings, but it was a great movie in my opinion. The part that really scared me were the scenes where Travis Walton is recalling his abduction. What happens to him scared me so bad I was speechless with tears running down my face. There were actual witnesses to his abduction in 1975. Then there's the movie "Signs" http://www.allmovie.com/movie/signs-v263250 which I believe most people watched because of the success of M. Night Shyamalan and it starred Mel Gibson and Juaquin Phoenix. The scene where there is a "Gray" being spotted in Mexico by children at a birthday party made me jump out of my chair. The little hairs on my body stood straight up as I watched it over and over. Another great movie on visits from aliens. "Swing away Merrill...Merrill swing away." My curiosity lies in the fact that almost all of the alleged alien sightings resemble each other. They look like The Grays. If they do exist, and so many have seen them, why aren't there photos or video of them? In this day and age, the technology we have is literally at our fingertips. One can use their cell phone in a matter of seconds to capture these beings. Unless, perhaps, they are too terrified and in shock to do so. Game 7??? Game 7??? GAME SEVEN!!!! I don't know how much more I can take! My tummy has been hurting for 2 days and now I am starting to think it's NERVES. The worst part? We have tickets to see Journey & Steve Miller at the Hollywood Bowl tomorrow night so I can't even WATCH it! If we weren't going with friends, I'd try and sell the concert tickets then buy tickets to game 7! Maybe it's a sign. Maybe I am not meant to watch game 7. I can't afford to have a heart attack! The Kings played SO hard last night! They were hungry for Duck, big time! And it proved the needed win. I love how aggressive they were, either trying to score or defending Quick. My adrenaline goes into overdrive. I can only imagine how they feel themselves! Let's hope I'll be writing about our first win against the Blackhawks on Monday! (Crossing fingers, toes, legs, arms, eyes....LOL) As I was watching the Kings, I was following the Dodgers on Twitter. I couldn't believe my eyes when I grabbed my phone and it said "6-0 Marlins" in the SECOND? Holy crap. What happened? Maholm?" Did Maholm happen? Vin Scully tweeted "If you're a Dodger fan and missed the second inning, good for you." Then they score another 6 in the 4th? OMG...I can't deal. I put my phone away and waited until it was over to check the final score. 13-3. At least Puigapalooza is still going strong with 14 games in a row. Atta boy, Yasi. I know the Dodger's aren't going to win them all, it's a long, long, LONG season. But I don't like the ass whoppin. DodgersNation tweeted this morning "Let's forget what happened last night. Arizona this weekend. #LetsSwim." LMAO! That made me truly forget the horrible game last night and reflect on the glorious win in Arizona watching the Dodgers jump in the D'Backs pool like a bunch of rowdy little boys. One of the best Dodger memories I'll have for a long time to come. Tony is the biggest slime ball since Juan Pablo. Just sayin. One of the sweet things in life being a true fan of your team, through good times and bad (Frankrupt anyone?), is watching a legend in the making. Yes, Yasiel Puig. Vin's "Wild Horse", our super-human phenomena. With an arm like Superman, speed like, well, Dee Gordon, and a pure muscle machine of power at bat, he's every baseball fan's dream come true. He appears kind, funny and a real team player. It took a while, and he's still growing up, but he's come a long way in under a year. I have to admit, I haven't been following the whole ordeal over Yasiel's defection from Cuba much. My biggest fear is something happening that will cut his brilliant career short. Without knowing all of the details, and I am sure it's not anything similar, but being blindsided by the Aaron Hernandez case (yes, he was on my Fantasy Football Team!) was enough shock. I wish Yasiel Puig a long, healthy, kick-ass career...especially as a Dodger. GO KINGS GO: On to the next topic. Dare I say it? Game 6 of the Kings vs Ducks game tonight. Holy SMOKES am I going to be a nervous wreck watching it! Monday night, my die-hard Kings fan son and his 2 buddies were watching it with my husband and I. I happened to notice Jacob was wearing his Dustin Brown Jersey. Uh-oh. When the Kings were in the Sharks series, he wore his Drew Doughty jersey when they won the series. As the game got to 4-1 he ran upstairs and came back down as swift as lightning with his Doughty jersey on. My husband yells "What are you DOING? That's BAD LUCK! You're MESSING WITH THEIR MOJO!!!" and I jumped in, as the protective and loving wonderful mother I am (LOL) and said "No, I was uneasy this whole time he was wearing his Brown jersey! He is doing the RIGHT THING!" So we watch. 4-2. 4-3. Yes...come on...Kopitar, DO SOMETHING FOR PETE'S SAKE!!!! Well, you know the rest. Who is Pete, anyway? So. My son works tonight. I have a feeling there will be no jersey wearing, no lucky Carter shirt, no nothing of superstition of any kind. If all's fair, we'll get this home ice "advantage" win tonight. Let's pretend we're on Duck Dynasty, sport a "playoff beard" and kill those irritating Ducks. I love how ladylike I am. PENNY DREADFUL: OH. MY. GOD. Here I thought FARGO was my new saving grace for my twisted need of a bizarre, unusual, delightfully creepy, sinfully wicked drama to watch. For me, the pilot is EVERYTHING. It has to have suspenseful, sort of eerie opening credits. Dexter, Six Feet Under and Carnivàle were some of my favorites. Penny Dreadful has an awesome opening credit. It also has to contain enough suspense, action, drama and horror to really grab my attention. Oh yes, Penny Dreadful, from what I saw in the first episode is my cup of "tea" (that turns to blood and spills over onto the floor metaphorically speaking). I don't want to divulge any specifics. The element of surprise is very crucial here. And I guarantee, you'll be hooked from the very first episode. As I talked about the comparison of Aaron Hernandez with my fear of losing Puig, such is the like of this show. Penny Dreadful seems to have the same qualities Carnivàle had. That show was so weird, so creepy, so intense, so sick, so evil...it was my favorite of all time. Even more so than Dexter. Just as it was getting SO GOOD, the show abruptly ended after two seasons. WHAT THE FUCK? YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME! WHY? is what I was ranting for weeks after the show ended and wasn't renewed. It was THAT good. Get a life, right? I have to tell you, if you have time on your hands and know up front that it is only 2 seasons long...watch it. You won't regret it. Even though it leaves you wanting SO much more, you'll be lucky to have known the likes of Samson, Ben, Brother Justin, Sofie and Jonesy, to name just a small few. I hope Penny Dreadful lasts a long time. I need my guilty pleasures. And shows like this are just the perfect kind. I was surprised yesterday by my Son Kyle with this clever handmade card for Mother's Day (MoTHRS Day, rather.) LOL ~ but his words are so wonderful, witty and TRUE. My favorite part "So Dad can't be a jerk" - So my husband says "Why am I always the jerk?" We said "Because you ARE!" LOL! I was woken up briefly and swiftly by my oldest Son Jacob, who squeezed me tight and said "Happy Mother's Day Mama! I love you!" as he was leaving for work around 11ish. I fell back asleep and woke up at 1:00 pm! When I woke back up, it was to the smell of roasted jalapenos, onions, tomatoes and garlic. My husband was making his roasted homemade salsa. When I came downstairs there was a Happy Mother's Day balloon, a Pandora gift bag and my beautiful card. Inside the gift bag was this elegant "limited edition" Pandora charm in a gorgeous ceramic holder. My gift from my boys. My Pandora charm bracelet is so full now - I can barely put it on. But I love what each charm represents and who they are from. My day was relaxing, calm, quiet. The Chardonnay was flowing, the wind was blowing and it was a perfect Mother's Day. |
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