April 29th, 2009
See below
I miss my girls. Thank you and good day.
April 20th, 2009
[sigh]
That’s all I got right now. One big giant [sigh].
I’m currently watching The Devil Wears Prada and attempting to clean.
I’m tired. I haven’t had much of an appetite. I have had a headache since Friday (see points one and two for probable causes) and we have five games this week. One of which is my first tv game.
Thank god God my parents show up on Thursday. (Grandma Joan says God is always capitalized. She is right.)
Lady Antebellum – One Day You Will
April 15th, 2009
Social Media and Fastballs
I am a big fan of social media. I tweet, I blog, I facespace, blah blah blah. I can’t help it. I heart the internet. I also heart baseball.
Thus, I would like to share the following, in hopes that it brings a grin to the face of anyone reading this.
See? Social media rocks. Also, super smart way to scout! 
April 7th, 2009
When worlds collide
I haven’t had anything entertaining happen to me lately, other than the shopping trip Anne and I went on whilst in Houston. We went to the Galleria, which is ridiculously large (I have been to the devil’s playground that is the Mall of America and the Galleria might rival it, if only in the number of shops intended for fancy people’s wallets and not mine.) The entertaining part was when we went into Express and decided to not wander into the dressing room but try the sweaters on right over our clothes. Yep, we’re those people.
So we hooked our purses and bags to the end of the racks and tried them on. Sadly, there was a very lovely sweater but it didn’t fit me, so I had to put it back. We gathered our packages and as we proceeded to next section of the store, Anne situated her bags and noted that she had grabbed the sign that also hung on the end of the rack, touting the 30% off winter wear and had been carrying it around with her. Oops. We had a good giggle at that.
We moved on and headed for the next store and as I shifted bags in my hand in the middle of the mall (I had been terribly productive at Gap and Limited), I thought to myself, self, what kind of store bags their clothes in bags with wire handles that begin to cut off circulation after while? That is a horrible idea. Turns out, no store does that. They save the wire handles for their signs touting discounts, much like the one that Anne had accidentally picked up. I had picked up the one on the rack next to the one that she picked up. Oops.
Anyway, the actual purpose of this post was to alert everyone to my craziness, as the following will illustrate.
I haven’t been getting a ton of sleep lately and quite frankly, can’t remember the last time I slept in until my body naturally woke up. That makes me sad just re-reading that previous statement. Alas…
So I had every intention of getting to bed early last night, which of course didn’t happen because I needed to try and get my house in some sort of order. I currently have no dresser and in a dresser’s place, I have boxes with clean laundry stacked on them, so I attempted to hang everything up last night but you can’t really hang ankle socks, so a pile remains. Thus, I got to bed around 11:30 which was about an hour and a half past my goal time.
But I must have really been tired because here’s the dream that I had:
I was in New York, in that place where they film the Today Show (one might call it Rockefeller Plaza) but we were on the Plaza. They had the area roped off and fans were lined up against the railings and we were playing one of our baseball games. And our shortstop, who happens to be a stolen base leader, had just scored. Now, in real life, when our team scores, our fans break into a cheer. It’s not a fight song, perse, but it is tradition. But in the dream, after crossing the plate for the run, the fans started to chant “chicken in a biscuit” which happens to be the kickoff chant at NHS football games.
I think I’m losing it.
April 2nd, 2009
Killing time
So after our big win last night, we (I say we. Really, I mean the team. I have no bearing on the outcome of the game) had to get back to work and get ready for our conference series against a very good team. Thus, I find myself on a bus riding to Houston.
Yes. Houston. By bus. It’s actually not as bad as one might think. Considering I have ridden a bus from San Diego to Chico before, this is a piece of cake. 5 hours is no big deal. Although I am fondly remembering when Kennison’s parents grilled out for us at their place in Bakersfield so we could get out and stretch. We played bocce. I wish we could do that right now. Mostly for the fact that I’m on an immobile bus. It’s 6PM (that’s only two hours into the 5-6 hour journey) and we are stopped on the interstate and people are out of their cars. Not awesome. Someone called out that they saw smoke but I have yet to confirm that. Traffic is moving just fine on the other side. The word on the street is that the interstate is on fire. Phenomenal.
Our second baseman just did an excellent job of raiding the snack cabinet for the team. They must need snacks for the movie just put in. (Dark Knight. I saw it in the theater in the Boot in July when I was here. It was actually the same day I thought I would like living here. Since I paid $4.25 for an evening showing at the theater. As opposed to the Cinedome’s $10.25.
HB made a Sam’s Club trip (we don’t have Costco here) so we are fully stocked with multiple cases of Gatorade, a box of regular size Snickers, a Sam’s Club-sized box of animal crackers and a couple boxes of the variety bags of chips. Good news, we won’t starve if we are stranded here forever. All this on top of the fact that HB also lined up boxed lunches from Chick-fil-A that included two grilled chicken sandwiches, a fruit cup, a bag of chips and a giant fudge brownie. I ate it all. Well, technically Drew ate my second sandwich but it went to a good cause.
I would like to state for the record that it is my sole goal on this ride to not use the bus bathroom. Not only do I have a fear of one of the guys trying to lock me in (it’s happened before on the bus with my San Diego team. Thanks Tommy.) but also because I liken the bus bathroom to an airplane bathroom. Neither have enough room to operate. I was really hoping our win last night would translate to good spirits, including the kind that lead to bathroom breaks on the road. Sadly, this delay on the interstate does not bode well for that.
Holy hell. It’s 6:24 and we’re moving. Wait. It’s only 30 feet. This could make for a very long trip.
Update: (7:54PM) I just woke up and we were rolling along splendidly. Not sure why we were stopped before but guessing that the interstate wasn’t on fire after all. I would ask around for the real reason but I happened to wake up at the end of Dark Knight and everyone is pretty engrossed. Except Catfish. It was his turn to make a snack run to the upper bus cabinet. He assured me his armful of chips, animal crackers and snickers weren’t for him.