My Love of Baseball

Have I ever shared with ya'll my love for baseball? The scenery is normally wonderful and splendid...and butt-iful... Case in point:






*so much bending...must be hard on the knees.


Then, when you think the scenery/game is going great, you look over and see this....


What is that all about? I am thinking he either just picked his nose or he is taking a whiff of his fingers...for reasons unbeknownst to me. OR I guess he doesn't appreciate the game as much as me.
Play ball!

Adventure Spoon

Have you ever wondered why I refer to my "person" as my "monkey of a significant other?" Well, the following may help you to understand.

As we are doing a very quick grocery run last night and as I am trying incredibly hard to emphasize the importance of us sticking to our pre-made and pre-discussed grocery list, my "person" asks if we can get "Cocoa Krispies." No biggie, right? Sure.

So, knowing that my "person" always has a little something he may not be informing me of, I ask, "Why? You've never wanted them before."

You want to know why? Do you? okay, I will share with you why all of a sudden "my person" wants "Cocoa Krispies." Because the cereal box came with this Indiana Jones Adventure Spoon! Sigh.

So here he is and here is his Indiana Jones Adventure Spoon...(yes, it lights up.)





Happy spooning, ya'll!

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Whew! What a relief!

Procrastination Station

My monkey of a significant other's LITTLE brother will tie the knot on Saturday evening in a different state. This event is supposed to be a grand over the top event. The rehearsal dinner alone will have around 80 people attending...80 people! For the rehearsal dinner! uggg. The bride is arriving to the wedding in a horsedrawn carriage....can I say vomit? Absolutely not my thing. But, it really comes down to whatever makes the bride and groom happy...even if everyone they know have been referring to the couple as Bridezilla and Groomzilla...even your own mother.

Anyway, MOASO and I leave Thursday afternoon to fly down for the "event" and I have yet to do anything in preparation. So, between this afternoon and Thursday morning I need to find a dress to wear to the wedding (just because I want to), get a pedicure (because we will be in a beachy area and toes will be exposed a lot), have my brows and lip waxed (hey, I'm ethnic...we have hair issues...get over it), make sure I have an outfit for the rehearsal dinner (luau theme...gag...I should just show up naked), make sure I have an outfit for the BRIDAL LUNCHEON on Saturday (don't even get me started), and make sure my dogs know how much I love them since we will be gone for four days.

AND, I have to be sure that MOASO's best friend that is house and dogsitting while we are gone has juice boxes.????

Sigh. Of course I will do all the above with a smiling face and absolutely no negativity....as long as I can get out of everything and just lay on the beach. Just kidding...sort of.

Oh, and I need to be sure I have a professional and perfect outfit ready for my first day at my new job the day after I return from the "event."

P.S. Sorry I am such a negative ninny today. I am happy for the couple and I am sure the event will be beautiful. I will probably be blubbering like a little girl during the ceremony because I cry weddings, because it's what I do. Then I will get drunk on the free booze (hopefully wine), because it's what I do.

Monday Picture Love

Some pictures I have taken lately. Still working on the whole picture taking thang. I hope you like them as much as I do.

My Mother

For obvious reasons, I am writing this post this chilly but beautiful morning about my mother. If you have ever met her, you would know she is the kindest 4'11" pacific islander that you never want to make angry.

My mother is one of the most real people you will ever know, and like my dad, she prefers the simple life. I haven't called her yet this morning because I know that she it sitting in church...and I did not wake up in time to call before she left. Don't worry, I know exactly when she will be home.

My mother is strong. No bull. She is strong in the physical and emotional realms. She is in her early fifties and still works as a seamstress. She is not just some ole hem this hem that little seamstress, she is a "I am going to create this massive drape for the local Civic Center" kind of gal. She climbs on stuff, she pulls and pushes heavy drapes and normally does this mostly on her own. She is also very strong when it comes to keeping the family emotionally strong. During difficult times, and we have had our fair share lately, she is the one who keeps pushing us forward. She never puts up with my whining...or my dads. haha.

My mother doesn't complain. I can legitimately say that I can't recall when my mother has ever complained. She is the one that tells us to get over whatever it is we are whining about and to just do whatever it is we are avoiding. If your complaint is legitimate, of course she will listen, but she knows when you are acting like a spoiled little child.

My mother is the kindest person you will know. She does not say bad things about people. When she has something to say, it is not just talk to talk and you can always depend on whatever she is saying is the absolute truth.

My mother is an avid Catholic with no judgement. Talk about someone who is serious and dedicated to their church. She is there every moment she is required to be there. She won't judge you whatever religion or faith you believe in, and she is the last person who will speak and push her beliefs on you. She will definitely do all the above to me, because I am her daughter and it is supposedly her right as my mother.

My mother put up with a lot. I was not THAT bad of a teenager/child and my mother will attest to that now. I think at the time of my teenage years, dealing with me was tough for her because I am and have been so independent and STUBBORN. It's the truth and I totally accept this fact...and she has too. I think she is thankful now that I am what I am. But, at 15 years of age, stating I have the right to choose what church I want to attend and I have the right to choose when I want to go to church, did not go over well. It probably didn't help that I dragged my Dad into the whole argument by complaining that he didn't have to go so why should I? Sorry, Dad.

Everyone loves my mother when they meet her. I received the best compliment from my monkey of a significant other about my mom. I don't remember how the conversation originated, but he eventually stated and has repeated "You mom is the the best person I have ever known." What do you mean by "best?" I asked. He explained that he has never known anyone so strong and so kind and so real. He loves that she doesn't put up with nonsense...especially mine. Oh, and she will always be willing to hem up his pants. Go figure.

What does my mother love besides her family and church? Bingo. She loves to play bingo and does this with any spare time she can conjure up. She is that person who sits at the table with multiple cards...and I mean MULTIPLE...and several Bingo dobbers. She also loves QVC and catalogs. I always get the most random gadgets from her and she thinks they are AWESOME. I am afraid of what she will buy in her boredom when she retires. It is kind of frightening to think about.

I could probably talk about my mom all day...but I won't. I have to clean my house and prepare to cook her dinner. Yes, go ahead and laugh...she did. I am cooking tonight. But to wrap up my jibber jabber, my Mother is just wonderful. I really can count on her to listen and give me a realistic perspective. She keeps me grounded and thankful for the little things. She fixes my clothes when they need some fixin. And she is shorter than me. But most importantly, my Mother is not just my Mother, she is my best friend.

Fabulous Film Friday

I know I should be all "Oh my gosh! "Speed Racer" came out today! I loved Speed Racer as a kid!" Sadly, I am not. I just do not expect it to get me giddy today. Maybe it would have if "What Happens in Vegas" had not been released on the same day!!! Maybe??? Yeah?




I do not know what is with all the chick flick love I have lately, but if I have to deal with it, you have to deal with it too. It can't be too bad if the MPAA Rating states this: "PG-13 for some sexual and crude content, and language, including a drug reference." Crude? Have you ever seen them say "CRUDE" before? It's like they are saying the sexual content would have made the movie "G" rated as long as it was not "C-R-U-D-E."??? Oh, and the movie includes a drug reference? Should I be sitting on the edge of the seat waiting for the drug reference in order to learn something I should not be letting my little angel ears hear? Anyway, obviously the MPAA Rating caught my attention this morning...and I laughed.

So, here is the Yahoo! Movie synopsis:

Jack and Joy, two strangers who head to Vegas to drink and gamble away their separate troubles, end up creating a gigantic shared problem when they wake up married. To complicate matters, Jack then wins a $3 million slot machine jackpot using Joy's quarter. A sadistic judge freezes the money (and the annulment) until the two can prove that they've tried for six months to make the marriage work. It's an all out war as they fight over the fate of the millions, but a funny thing happens on the way back to the courtroom. Actually, a whole lot of funny things, hence the term "comedy." But one is, they fall in love.

Have you seen the previews for this? I think it looks funny but I will probably be disappointed when I find out all the funny parts in the film are scenes I have already seen...in the previews. I hate when that happens. ANNOYING. But, I will give cute little Miss Diaz and yummy Mr. Kutcher-Moore a chance.

Marriage is sucking whole lot right now, isn't it??


How many times do you think she screwed up that scene? I bet it was funny at the time.


See??!! Drunk marriage debacles are great!!


Oh, the sexual "CRUDE" tension! I can't wait.


Or go see Speed Racer and tell me how much I missed out on while I pretend to listen.

A Night Out With Myself

I absolutely love spending time...ALONE. Not all the time, silly. I just love the times that I get to vedge out, not think, not worry, and just lay around doing nothing...ALONE. So what does one do on a Tuesday night when there is nothing worthy on television to watch after American Idol??



Yes, you bet your booty I was THAT girl who ran to the store at her first opportunity and bought "P.S. I Love You." I am absolutely not ashamed. The funniest part is that I did not even want to watch this movie when it was first released in the theater. I kinda sorta got dooped and kinda sorta did not get dooped into seeing the movie at a cheap theater...and I have never pathetically sobbed and whimpered and slobbered and blubbered, and laughed so much in a film. So, I was in love. I vowed I would get this film the day it came out on DVD and that promise was certainly kept.

So, tonight will be spent with those wonderful Rosemary & Olive Oil Triscuits and some wonderful herb and garlic cheese...oh, and of course, some vino.

P.S.
I love having nights to myself.

Cheers for Change

Spring really is here. I have always thought that the Spring season represented Change. Good Change because of all the renewal that accompanies the Changes. For instance, I love that all that has died over the winter season comes back to life. The blooming process is so beautiful to watch. Graduations and weddings are very prominent in the Spring to Summer time frame. All the opportunity, hopes, success, and future promises seem so much more real in the Spring. It seems everyone is renewed and ready for change when Spring comes poking around as if coming out from hibernation and pondering all the great qualities they possess.

Change is so wonderful and needed throughout the process of one's life in order to continue growing, in order to continue learning, and in order to continue getting to know oneself. I have always believed in asking myself, "Where Do I Go From Here?" "Is this where I want to be?" "Is this where I pictured myself being at this point in my life?"

I was never one of those people that "knew what they wanted to be when they grew up"...in the career sense. For a long time I thought I was unlucky due to my "I feel lost and career un-oriented" way of thinking. What I did know was that I wanted to complete college in something, I wanted to have the piece of paper to prove it, and I wanted to do something with my life that made me happy and provided constant learning. Hmmm, pretty simple right? It can be if you try to keep asking yourself, "Where Do I Go From Here?" "Is this where I want to be?" "Is this where I pictured myself being at this point in my life?"

I am very fearful of change, but I whole-heartedly embrace it. I make my decisions and I stand by them. If I am wrong, I say I am wrong...and then I move on. I worry, constantly. I think the constant worry I carry with me causes me to strive for betterment; betterment in my words, betterment in my actions, betterment in my thoughts, and betterment in my decisions. I know I am not perfect and I do not ever expect that out of anyone else.

I will soon be fearfully embracing a new career path. I am excited about the Changes, the opportunities it will offer in the future, and the challenges it will provide to my mind and my capabilities.

A little cousin of mine recently had her high school graduation party and she will soon be turning that tassel from one side of the cap to the other. I am excited for all the Changes, hopes, success, and future promises that will be offered to her.

My monkey of a significant other's little brother is getting married next week. I am so excited for his and his soon to be wife's wonderful changes they are embracing, their hopes, success, and future promises they will be making for and with one another.

I learned to pot lettuce and Thyme yesterday. I am so excited for my pursuit in keeping an herb garden alive.

So, Where do you go from here? Are you where you want to be? Are you where you pictured yourself at this point in your life? Make some changes and do some tweeking...as little or as huge as it may be. Learn how to pot a plant, or go back to school, or ask that person you love spending your life with to marry you...hmmmm.

Embrace good change, however fearful it may be.

...Or tell me how full of it I am and to quit taking my happy pills because I am being obscenely and grotesquely cheery today.

Fabulous Film Friday

Made of Honor



I am feeling a bit sheepishly guilty with this confession of a film to see. I think this week is more "lack of good film options" rather than Fabulous Film Friday. My only other option was "Iron Man" and even though I am a Robert Downey Jr. fan...I am much more a Patrick Dempsey ridiculously cheesy chick flick fan. So, "Made of Honor" it is...and I will probably be sitting alone in a dark corner of an empty theater chowing down on my chocolate covered raisins and sour patch kids completely enjoying this "C" rated movie and reminding myself how identical this movie is to "My Best Friend's Wedding." As long as their is a big sing and dance group scene that involves man sized dancing lobsters...I am all for it.

Yahoo! Movie synopsis:

Tom Bailey is in love with his best friend Claire. But Tom has a fear of commitment and refuses to admit the obvious--he should propose to Claire before she finds a less procrastinating suitor. When Colin, a rich Scotsman sweeps Claire off her feet and asks for her handin marriage, Tom must witness her unquestioned happiness up close and personal--because she's chosen him to be her Maid Of Honor.

Trailer:



And some eye candy. Mr. Dempsey has definitely come a long way from his skinny days of "Can't Buy Me Love"


and "Loverboy."




You loved him in those movies too...go ahead, admit it.

His more manly physique is definitely more preferable.