Starstruck

The Postman and I took the Captain and the Diva to a Red Sox game last week. Not just any Red Sox game; it was against the Yankees. Baseball's longest standing, fiercest rivalry. We are a Red Sox family, through and through. We have the jerseys that say "I support two teams...the Red Sox and whoever beats the Yankees." I refer to Bucky Dent as "Bucky f***ing Dent". I rarely utter the name Buckner.

So we left Maine in the wee hours of the morning to make the trek to Revere to ride the T into the city. I in my Tek jersey, the Captain in his Tek t-shirt, the Diva in her Papi shirt, and the Postman in a Sox t-shirt with no allegiance to any specific player (he's a Mirabelli fan....sigh). We arrived at Fenway and were happily making our way to our seats. As we walked through the concourse, I passed Bobby Abreau. (Side note: I don't have a specific dislike for BA...he was just recently traded to the Yanks and hasn't had time to truly piss me off. Plus, he was the Homerun Derby champ last year. So it was a tad exciting to see him strolling through the crowd.) I yelled to the Postman who was a few steps ahead of me and the Captain. The Postman turned to look but didn't see him. He might even have questioned whether it really was Bobby Abreau or not. Until...he turned back around to keep walking then turned back to say "Here comes Jorge Posada." (Side note # 2: I dislike George more than any other Yankee player. Nothing personal. Maybe because he's a catcher and so is Tek...I dunno. A-Rod is a close second on my dislike list what with getting all up in Tek's face.) However, upon hearing the news that Jorge was heading toward us, I leaned down close to my son's ear, told him who Jorge was, and pointed him out. To his credit, Jorge gave my son a little nod when he saw us looking at him. I straightened up to continue on our way...and was literally smack dab in front of Derek Jeter. About a foot away. "Oh my God, it's Derek Jeter!" was the most intelligent thing I came up with to say. He gave a slight smirk and kept walking. I'm sure his thought was "Stupid, hick Red Sox fans." Needless to say...the Postman has not let me forget about my excitement over seeing three Yankees players up close. I try to pass it of as regard for their status as athletes regardless of what team they play for, but that has not cut it with him. In his book, I am now a Derek Jeter fan. So I had to boo extra loudly every time he was anounced during the game...hehehe.

State of the Nation

Red Sox nation, that is.

http://mlb.mlb.com/NASApp/mlb/news/article.jsp?ymd=20060801&content_id=1587773&vkey=news_bos&fext=.jsp&c_id=bos

Ok...so I'm not gonna lie. He is easy on the eyes. But beyond that...there is no catcher better prepared for a game, no catcher that can gear up the pitching staff like he can. Admittedly, I am one of those rabid Sox fans. Even more than that, I am a rabid Tek fan. Have been since the beginning; I'm not one of those female bandwagoners that just jumped on a few years ago when he started to make a name for himself in Boston, so don't even go there with me. And this RSF cannot fathom the Sox making it into the post season with Tek being out for the next 4 to 6 weeks. I hope I am overreacting. I am apt to do that at times. Just ask the Postman.

"I think there are only three things America will be known for 2,000 years from now when they study this civilization: the Constitution, jazz music, and baseball." ~ Gerald Early

1. What is your favorite word? I love you (I know, I know...it's really three words)
2. What is your least favorite word? never
3. What turns you on, creatively, spiritually or emotionally? compassion
4. What turns you off? thinking only inside the box
5. What is your favorite curse word? fuck - and very creatively, I might add!
6. What sound or noise do you love? the ocean, my children's voices
7. What sound or noise do you hate? my children crying
8. What profession other than your own would you like to attempt? ASL interpretor
9. What profession would you not like to do? nurse
10. If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates? You belong here? Let me double check my list...

I not only use all the brains I have, but all that I can borrow ~ Woodrow Wilson

When is the 1st day of school?

Today I was wishing school would begin. Seriously. The funniest part about that is that the Captain and the Diva have been in daycamp all week from 8:30-2:30! So, as of this moment, we have been together for about 6 hours today (morning time doesn't really count - everyone is usually too busy to get on anyone else's nerves. Notice I said usually.) The current argument is about notebooks. When we moved, all the art supplies got put in one big box...paper, scissors, crayons, markers, glue sticks, etc., etc. Since the Diva has a desk in her room, I made the mistake of telling her she could store all the art supplies in her desk but that she had to share them with the Captain. Apparently, she heard as far as putting them in her desk...and that made them hers.

The Postman is hiding in the bedroom watching a Clapton concert on DVD. In 22 minutes I will join him. 9:00 pm...summertime magical hour...I will have to start weaning them back to 8:30. 9:00 is too late for the school year.

I think people that have a brother or sister don't relaize how lucky they are. Sure, they fight alot, but to know that there's always somebody there, somebody that's family. ~ Trey Parker and Matt Stone

Smarty Pants Mom

Nothing like a little quiz to enlighten a Sunday morning: Are You a Slacker Mom?

Your quiz results make you a Smarty Pants Mom. Smart parents like you have smart kids. They need plenty of intellectual stimulation and you provide them with all they need, plus lots of love. You know how to help them with algebra homework, and you are superior at kissing boo-boos.

I can't wait to tell The Diva that I'm a Smarty Pants Mom! I think I'll follow it up with "Neener, neener! Told you I was smart!". I'm pretty sure when she rolls her eyes at me this time, they'll get stuck in the recesses of her head.

When The Diva was 6 she asked me how babies are made. I responded that we should take a trip to the library and pick out some books to read about the creation of life. She said she didn't want to. She wanted me to tell her in my own words. I responded again that I really thought we should read a book together. She looked me square in the eye and said "You don't know how it happens, do you?" I lost all credibilty at that exact moment.

I leave you with this:

Raising children is part joy and part guerilla warfare. ~ Ed Asner

What you "should" do...

Man, I hate that phrase. I completely dislike it when someone takes it completely upon themselves to tell me what I should do. If I ask for your opinion...then great, lay it on me. Or if I'm complaining about a situation and you're tired of hearing it, then tell me what I should do and then tell me to shut up. (Whether I take the advice is a completely different matter, but if I am complaining about something, I guess y'all have the right to say "then do something about it!" But I digress...)

I took my car to the garage yesterday. Not quite yet 8k miles but there's a shake in the steering column when I step on the brakes. Rotors, right? Well...at 9:20 (after the car has been taken for a test drive), the mechanic tells me that he might feel a little shake...but not really. I insist that there is one so he goes back into the garage, leaving me in the little waiting room off to the side (not bad digs...leather couches and all...). I had a book, I was happy to sit and read. The Postman called at about 10:40.

Him: "Where are you?"
Me: "At the garage."
Him: "Still? What did they say?"
Me: "That they couldn't really feel the shake but they are still looking at it and working on it."
Him: "What are they doing to it?"
Me: "I don't know. He hasn't come back out since our initial conversation."
Him: "Well, what you SHOULD do is go ask them what they are doing and why it is taking so long."
Me: "No, what I SHOULD do is sit here and wait and not be a pain in the ass to the person who is caring for my car. If you want to ask questions like that, you bring the car in next time. That's not my style."

Needless to say, that was pretty much the end of our conversation. Don't get me wrong...I am not at all passive and I will speak up if the situation warrants. However, being that I know very little about cars, I need a mechanic that won't take advantage of the situation. Since that was my very first visit to that particular garage, I don't think being rude and irritating was really the best route to take.

So this morning:

Him: "What you SHOULD do is take the car out on the highway today to see how it runs."

I'll let you know when that happens!

First post...background history...

So this is it. My blog. I resisted for a long time...lurking on other blog sites, reading about other people's lives. So I thought I'd give it a whirl. I think most of it is coming from boredom. Until recently, I was a single mom, working full time. Now I am still a single mom...although that's not quite true as I do live with my significant other (known here as The Postman)...and I work part time from a home office...and my kids are spending a good part of the summer with their father. So that leaves me with a significant amount of free time on my hands.

I'm not sure what the plan is going forward. Will I blog every day? Will I use the space as a journal/personal diary and allow complete strangers into that very private space? Or will I just write about the daily grind? I haven't figured that all out...I am blessed with the ability to see the humor and ridiculousness of almost any situation so I'm sure that will come into play quite a bit!

For now...I leave you with this...the Captain and his summer 'do.