Take me out to the ball game.
My last post depressed me. Big time. It’s going to make me sound incredibly naiive, but I just can’t imagine that people could really be so amused and so cruel by torturing animals this way. But I’m not going to go off on a rant about that today.
Saturday I lugged my sister up to Hollywood so I could buy yarn, then we went to Cucamonga (yes, Cucamonga) for a dreaded family barbecue. Luckily, my sister had to be home by five, so we didn’t have to stay too long. I was there just long enough to watch my mom’s sisters play the victim card, and try to out-sick each other like they do at every family gathering. Aunt Denial was talking about sunglasses to someone, and my mother casually suggested that she might think about lasik surgery. Well, you would have thought she suggested feeding her grandchildren to lions by the look on her face. She didn’t say anything for a minute, then looked at my mother and angrily whispered, “You know my doctor said I’m not healthy enough to have lasik surgery!” Actually my mom didn’t know, they just assume that our lives revolve around them, and that we should just automatically know every stupid detail of their lives (they’re SO great that way). My cousin B married this mormon robot bitch who I don’t like. She’s managed to pop out two of the most spoiled, self-centered (albeit adorably cute) kids EVER, and she’s just announced they’re having a third kid. While her littlest one, Audrey, was throwing a hissy fit about something, she looked at me and said, “I hope you know she didn’t get this from MY side of the family. No children in my family would ever behave this way!”
My sister laughed and looked at her and said, “Well, our mother would never let us act like that.” My sister works in childcare too, and knows shitty kids come from shitty parents.
I so wish I knew what my cousin saw in her, because he’s nothing like her. Or at least he doesn’t seem like he is.
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Last night, Kay, DMX, RAM and I went to the Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim of California of Orange County of The United States of America game last night.
When we sat down, there was a guy in the seat in front of us with headphones on. He was writing in a notebook, and had a stack of papers under what he was writing on. A few minutes later, without even looking up, he passed a stack of the papers to DMX, who was sitting directly behind him. We looked at each other curiously, and then DMX asked the guy what he was supposed to do with it. Still, not even turning his head, he said, “I don’t care what you do with it. It’s all bullshit, anyway. I don’t need any of it.” So DMX shrugged his shoulders, and he flipped thorugh the papers. The first was an “Angels Media” package, and then there was about a dozen pages of scouting reports, with all kinds of information. I joked to Kay that we could find the players’ FICO scores if we looked long enough.
At some point, the announcer was telling everyone to cheer for someone, so RAM started clapping and yelling, and the guy turned around and looked at RAM and said, “Do you do everything they tell you do to? Don’t clap because someone told you to, clap because you want to!” RAM just kind of stood there, catatonic for a minute. Then the guy looked over at Kay and I and winked, and then I noticed the GINORMOUS World Series ring on his finger. He turned back around, and went back to writing his notes and listening to his headphones.
A few minutes later, it was time for the 7th inning stretch, so everyone got up. The old guy turned around and told RAM to get up, so he did. Then he looked at RAM and said, “Now, boy, didn’t I just tell you not to do everything just because someone tells you to?!” RAM laughed, and the old guy laughed. We sat back down, and he started laying some crazy serious knowledge down on that boy. He told RAM to be a free-thinker, and to be independent. To not be afraid of a chance of looking foolish if it means that you’ll learn something from it. And then he took off the ring, and let RAM hold it, and feel the weight of it, and told him how important the ring was, and that if RAM learned and remembered two words for the rest of his life, he would have his own ring like that. The two words? Responsibility and accountability.
RAM was totally into everything the guy was saying. RAM asked him what his name was, and he just said call him Deacon, and then RAM looked at me and said, “T, I think we better get this guy’s phone number.” Deacon laughed, and told us how awesome RAM was, and that Kay and DMX were lucky to have such a good boy (and they ARE).
After the game, Deacon shook RAM’s hand, and told him that one day he wanted to be filling out a scouting report with his name on it, and asked him what the two words were that would get him there. RAM’s answer? “Be responsible and do accounting!”
Heh.
Also, look what DMX found in his garage yesterday hiding on a shelf:
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I am in love.
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