Happy belated Mother's Day to all you 'mothers' out there. Hope you had a nice day with your childrens, that they waited on you hand and foot, and they gave you flowers and made you dinner and told you they loved you. Because mine didn't do a damn thing for me. Sons-a-bitches! Okay they did tell me happy mothers day but Luc wouldn't make me eggs for breakfast even though I made the bacon and he wouldn't go for a ride with me to the Placitas Studio Tour that I wanted to go to, and he wouldn't even do his own laundry.
But you know what? I don't care, I love my sons-a-bitches and I'm so happy to have Lucas home from college for the summer! He wasn't too thrilled that he has to live in the back room (he tried really hard to evict my loom and plants) but after we cleaned out all the old toys and books from their childhood he was able to get situated and unpacked and he looked genuinely happy to be home. I asked him about his plans for the summer and fall but he gave me some bull shit answer so I mentioned to him that he needs to get a job and I think he will be playing on some baseball team too. Anyway, my baby is home and that was the only gift I needed and wanted.
Saturday, while Lar and Jacob were gone to pick up Luc and his stuff I made some beans so I could make beans, chilé and sopapillas for dinner (at Jacob's request) and did a little weaving to finish up the set of coasters I had started then I took them off the loom and tied off the ends. I need to do some serious focusing and get as much weaving done as possible. The craft show is coming quick and I'm kind of freaking out but going forward anyway.
The other day I started knitting a pair of socks using some cotton yarn I found on clearance the other day. It is called Sinfonia in color 853 which is teal and yellow and I thought it would be thin enough for socks but it isn't so I'm splitting the 6 plys into 3 and it isn't easy because I'm having to do a lot of untwisting but I'm taking my time and now it seems to be the right thickness and I have about 1/2 inch of ribbing that I started on 2 sets of number 1 double pointed needles. These should be a long project and I'm not in any hurry to finish them so I also started another black beret because for some reason I really like making berets and I figure even if they don't sell I can always give them away to artist as gifts because every artist need a beret.
Seriously, when you put on a beret, suddenly you get a french accent and you need to create works of art, it is a strange phenomenon, you have to try one on and you'll know what I mean.
And for 'all you readers' out there (insert sarcastic laugh) something new I'm adding when I remember and there is actually something in the archives, drum roll please, presenting........
A Year Ago Today (go ahead, click it, you know you want to)
Just when I think I'm doing better emotionally and mentally I blow it and go off. I'm not perfect and I know it but dang it, I really want to be stable minded and I know compared to some of the other wackos out in the world, I'm not that bad. That is until this morning.
Oy Vey!
I lost it when a stupid driver about hit me while we were making a two lane turn. I'm on the inside lane and he decides to cut into my lane and luckily I was able to swerve out of the way but that wasn't enough for me so I got behind the idiot a blew my horn while telling him "WTF". Son of a bitch didn't even try to say he sorry so I followed him into the gas station where he proceeded to slam on his brakes trying to get me to rear end him (homo). He then pulled into a the gas lane and I parked right next to him and rolled down my window. He was just a punk, maybe 20 years old and he wasn't acting too tough now that a psychowoman was coming after him. I yelled at him, "Don't you think you owe me an apology for cutting me off and about hitting me?" He walked real fast towards the store and said, "I didn't even see you". I came back with a real doosie, "Well then you are a loser and should learn how to drive". Then I drove off and about hit another car. OMG, see what happens when you lose it! I really hate it when I lose control but damnit, that little punk might think twice before he cuts someone off and maybe he'll learn to stay in his lane.
I'm really thinking I need to invent a bumper sticker that reads: "Your blinker does NOT give you the right of way"
Oh, and I also yelled at some idiot yesterday that didn't know how to drive through a stop sign. I need to make a left and the idiot won't go forward and makes me cut in front of him. So I put up my hand and mouthed, "you are stupid".
Okay! Rant over but I'm warning you, if you are on the road during rush hour, stay in your lane and put on your blinker before you change lanes and then only when the lane is open . Or just stay to the right and out of my way because I'm raging on the road but I know better than to own a gun because I'd probably use it.
And lastly, I found a new blog and I'll probably be visiting it a lot because hey, I'm psycho, need to get a life and I have to drive to work everyday.
Las Vegas, New Mexico that is. Luc invited me to his baseball banquet tonight so I'm making the drive to show my pride for my first born son. This is his last week of school before he comes home for the summer, I cannot believe he has already completed his first year of college, seems like yesterday I was crying for my boy. He has really showed me he can take care of himself, is responsible and is ready to face the future, and that perhaps mama can really start to cut the apron strings. He is still bugging me about not getting his room back but I know it is his personality to bug and bug until you finally give in and give him his way. Unfortunately for him, I'm not too easily swayed once I finally make a decision.
Any way, I hope to bring home some of his stuff since I'll be there anyway and I'll miss my second softball game tonight (oh darn). Actually it is probably a good thing because my neck is sore and stiff from when I got hit with the ball in the face during my soccer game. My glasses got bent up, I have a small bruise over my right eye that hurts and I had a headache but I don't have a black eye and I was able to straighten out my wire framed glasses. All part of the game but I really, really wish I would have qualified for lasik for this reason in particular. Damn 4-eyes!
Last night I met up with one of the ladies for knit night at the Flying Star. I finished my rasta/reggae hat but decided I might add some faux dreadlocks at the top just for the fun of it. I'm not going to attach them permanently so they can be taken off because not everyone crazy like me (but they should be).
Hey Mon!
I started the weekend off by going to "the Dukes" game (I know they are Isotopes but I like "the Dukes" better) on Friday night. Work supplied the suite tickets,the over priced food and non alcoholic drink. I ate like a pig then sat down to enjoy the game with an Isotopes Amber Ale. I like to support my local team by drinking their home brew, I'm a true fan (of beer).
It was a cold evening so I watched the game from inside and only went outside to get another beer. While I was getting my brewsky I saw another coworker/high school buddy and he asked where I was sitting. I told him we were in the "suite" and told him to join us. Him, his dad and his two sons were more than happy to join us because it was freezing outside. The Topes ended up losing 9-12 but it was an exciting game and when I got home I was happy to see my baby boy Luc had come home for the weekend.
Saturday morning I made coffee and waited for Luc to wake up before I took off to Jacob's game. Santa Fe was visiting and the Varsity took the home field so JV borrowed Del Norte's field. I thought the game started at 10am and I got there around 11am thinking I was late but I only missed one batter. It wasn't too cold as long as you didn't sit in the shade and JV won both games. At the home field the Varsity was celebrating Sandia's 50th anniversary and Senior day. They had asked Lucas to show up along with many more alumni. I didn't think he would go but a couple of his friends went so he went too and was the youngest alumni. Of course I missed it all because I was at the JV game but Varsity was able to pull out one win in the double header and may have a spot in the state tournament.
I guess I didn't do a whole lot Saturday night other than working on my latest rasta/reggae hat design, I did a little weaving then I made dinner for me and Jacob because Lucas was no where to be seen. I went to bed like 9pm because all that sitting around watching baseball (9+7+6=22 innings) must have pooped me out.
I awoke very refreshed Sunday morning around 6:30am and went out to get the paper. I read the news then made coffee, bacon and eggs before heading outside to turn on the sprinklers. It was a beautiful morning and the sunshine felt so good that I went back inside to put on shorts and a tank top so I could work out in the yard a bit. I trimmed all the dead branches from the big rose bush and carried shovel fulls of dirt to fill an old cajete so I can plant flowers. I filled it about 2 thirds full then added a bag of potting soil. I started filling lots of pots with the dirt mixture but I think it needs more potting soil so I haven't planted anything yet. I also got a little side tracked working out in the yard because I needed to do some laundry and then before I knew it, it was 4:30pm and I had to be at our make up soccer game at 5pm. I changed real quick and flew as fast as I could to St. Pius for our last game. I made it just in time and we played a good game but ended up in a 1-1 tie. The weather was beautiful and it was a great way to end the season. Our final stats were 6 wins, 1 loss and 1 tie, it was a lot of fun and I've already found a summer team to play with.
I didn't get to play as much with the coed team and I don't think I'm going to sign up for next year, I like to play with the boys but I just can't keep up and they don't let the woman touch the ball a whole lot any way. So for now, I have softball on Tuesdays and soccer on Thursdays and then of course my other favorite sport, knitting on Mondays. Knitting is a sport, right?
I love to read the Rio Grande Sun and all the news from Española and today I found this article about my Tio and Tia's restaurant, The Rio Grande Cafe. I worked as a waitress there during my high school years and I'm sad to see that my cousin Becky has decided it is time to close the business now that my Tio and Tia have passed. I don't blame her, it is very hard work and I always admired how my Tio Bernie would be there from 6:00 am until 10:00 pm. He loved his kitchen and did all the cooking and I loved the sopapillas and green chilé he made. He was my very own "Top Chef" and I loved and respected him very much.
I finished up all the red thrift store yarn by making this little clutch with what I call a southwestern design. It is suppose to be part of a set with the red beret I made but I don't know if you can call it matching. 
Last night I added some swede trim as handle and called it finished, although it could probably use some blocking but I think it's cute so I'm content with my creation.
And lookie what I found out in my front yard. A beautiful purple iris. I planted these bulbs so long ago, probably before the boys were born and they bloomed the first couple of years but haven't bloomed since, so it was an extra special treat to see them this year. I love, love, love all my plants and flowers, they are like my children except I can have as many as I want.
"The Heat" played our first summer softball game last night under the lights at Bullhead Park. We had a good turn out of women and we looked good in our new uniforms but the other team proved to be the better hitters. We lost 4-28 but had a good time and I was thrilled to see real live score boards on the fields. The field umpire said he didn't like them because they make the games run over the time limit. I thought they were great and made me feel like a professional weekend player. Of course this meant we (and everyone else) were able to see how poorly we performed but I figure we didn't get skunked so it is a better start than the previous seasons and we have lots of room and time to improve. I always enjoy seeing the team get better and better with each game. We don't practice much and really are just a recreational team so it always feels like we are in the wrong league when the other team gets up to bat and smacks the crap out of the ball.
I felt good about my playing, I had one walk, hit a shot down the third baseline and even made a double play while playing second. It helped that the lady who hit couldn't run but you take what you can get sometime and I'm not too proud so I'll take it.
All in all it was a good night but I think we might need to go the batting cages and practice catching fly balls like those ladies smacked. Damn, I wish I could hit like that.
Play Ball!
I like to beat myself up, for some reason I'm not allowed to make mistakes. Mistakes are fine for everyone else but when I fuck up I tend to get down on myself. So what did I do that was so horrible? I drank way too much beer on Saturday night and then totally blew off both my soccer teams and my niece's first communion. It has been a long time since I've been so hungover that I used it as an excuse for not meeting my commitments and I really, really hate it when someone doesn't call or show up for soccer.
Oh well, I had a real good time partying with my little bro and sister and I didn't drive home drunk but Jacob seemed a little worried about me on Sunday because I couldn't get out of bed and I puked and everything. Bad, bad Girl. So, I apologize to my teams and my niece and to Jacob and to my brother and sister and to myself. I fucked up and I'm sorry, my bad.
So to redeem myself, last night I went to our new knitting group. The first place we met at closed so I suggested we meet at the Flying Star on Central. I wasn't sure if any one else was going to show up but I had suggest the place so I thought I'd better go. There were only a couple of us so I was glad I showed. We talked and knitted and it was a nice time and I'm happy to have a place to escape on Mondays and knit and get to know new friends. Only bad thing about last night was that my "check engine" light came on as I was driving there so now I have an appointment on Thursday to get my car checked. It's always something.
Tonight at 8:30 we have our first softball game of the summer season at Bullhead. OMG! I've been to one practice and went to the batting cages once so I know I'm not ready to play but WTF let's do it and have fun with my crazy cousins Donna and Debbie and the other ladies who are brave enough to show up and play and probably get our butts kicked. As I tell my boys, "It's only a game!"
Tomorrow I have concession duty during the JV game. I used to do concession duty more but this season I didn't get asked so I actually had to ask to volunteer. This season we weren't too involved with the baseball boosters, it has been a strange season and Jacob didn't even invite us to the banquet. I asked him about it but he said he didn't want to go. It makes me sad that the coaches made him feel like an outsider and didn't give him more playing time. I think he is so talented but he is also gets emotional when he makes mistakes (hum, sound familiar?) and I don't think the coaches wanted to work with him. But if they were smart coaches they would see his potential and would utilize his talent. We have some great players but our coaches suck and I hope they get a new coach next year. Hey, I can hope.
Luc did call and invite us to his baseball banquet next week, I'm so proud of how well he did his first year of college. He still wants his room back when he comes home for the summer and I wish I could make everyone happy but I can't so I'll go to his banquet and when he comes home for the summer I'll figure something out. It really is getting time to find my own casita, then everyone can have their own room, even Lar.
And lastly, to Lar, I know you hate me and I hate our sick, twisted relationship but today is your birthday, so for my own sanity, "Happy Birthday old man, may you find happiness somewhere in that heart of yours. I don't hate you and only wish good things for you."
I'm sorry to you too (insert weeping).
