In short, 2010 was not my best year, but then again, it wasn't my worst either. Good times, bad times, you know I've had my share.
I know it's popular to reflect on the past year, but right now, I'm having a hard time getting past last night. Around 2am or so, CST, I found out that an old friend of mine passed away unexpectedly. It made for a very long, sleepless night. Tweets, texts and fb messages were flinging back and forth all night long. Everyone, including me, was of course very curious as to the details, the why, the how, etc., but in the big picture, the details are as such: a sweet man that had a lovely family that adored him has left our planet forever. R.I.P. Stimy
Of course, I know that I'm now at the age where stuff like this is going to happen more and more, but knowing that doesn't make it any easier. My friend Curt so eloquently noted in the wee small hours of the morning; it's also still at the age where the early departure of dear friends is still in fact, shocking. I am shocked and I am saddened. And I sincerely hope that I never become "used to" losing my friends.
As I bid adieu to 2010, I send love and light to Stimy's family and friends and everyone else that plays a part in mi vida loca.
xoxo!
Friday, December 31, 2010
Saturday, September 18, 2010
Take Me Out to the Ballgame...
If we've met, you probably know that I am a HARDCORE San Diego Padres fan. I can't remember a time when I didn't love baseball.
As a kiddo, there were many reasons that were given to me about why I could not join a little league team like my friends, but I'm pretty sure the bottom line was it came down to the fact that we just didn't have the money. That little fact sure got in the way a lot. (Still does in fact.)
As a kid, I spent a lot of my time down the street at the baseball field. I think there were 4 fields, so I could spend a ton of time over there watching game after game after game. It wasn't even so much who won, it was just the magic of the game.
My sister Bobette's BFF Dee Dee was a big influence on my baseball loving life. She would drive us (me, my friend Lily, my sister and her daughter (my niece) Jessica and her own daughter Danielle) all over the state to watch games. I was a rabid Astros fan for a long time, I cut my hair to look like Joe Sambito's. I wore blue and orange more than any young lady ever should. We went to Dodger Stadium, Angel Stadium, Jack Murphy (it'll also be the Murph to me, F the Q!) and even to spring training games in Yuma.
I would save any money I came across from babysitting, selling Kool-Aid on the corner, painting shells, whatever, in order to buy baseball cards. I had the complete sets of the first years that Fleer and Donruss went into production as well as the old standby, Topps. Sadly, I ended up selling them off as a lot in the early 90's because I needed rent money. I still regret that, but, it had to be done.
I remember the exact moment that the SD Padres won our division and it was clear we were going to The Show for the very first time! Our sleepy little beach town went INSANE! Cars were honking, people were screaming and running around high-fiving each other! All night long! I was with my friend Melanie and we were bouncing off the walls of my bedroom on Bond Street. It wasn't long before we too, took to the streets and headed towards the beach just to be apart of the action. Good times. No, great times! The Padres owner (Ray Kroc) died a day after my birthday that year, but I wish he had been there to see his boys get to The Show. We didn't win, but we got there!
My Padre loyalty remained true blue over the years, despite the losses and finally, in 1998, they had a winning team again. We again won the NL Division and we were headed to The Show for the second time in franchise history. That 1998 team was pure magic. Again, I remember exactly where I was when this achievement was made- Tio Leo's watching Hot Rod Lincoln. Most of the cool kids there didn't understand my enthusiasm for the game, the Pads, the win, but whatever. I ended up leaving to go celebrate with like minded individuals at NuNu's instead!
A definite highlight of my entire life was going to a WORLD SERIES game! I went with my friend Dave Lamb and we had awesome seats in section 41 right by our bullpen. A WS game in my hometown with my favorite team of players! Unfortunately, the damn yankees swept us and we lost. I've always despised the yankees and I don't think it was possible for me to hate them anymore than I did that year. I think my hatred of the yankees is for another blog-another day. I can't even pay them enough respect to capitalize their team name. The hatred runs that deep.
Fast forward a bit. Leaving home 10 years ago seemed like something I needed to do at that time and I do think I made a great decision. Besides missing all of my friends, family and creature comforts, mostly, I missed my Padres. It's really hard for me not being able to watch them on Channel 4 whenever I want. Or to just drop in at a game because I'm in the stadium area. (Sadly, I haven't even been to the new ballpark that I fought so hard to get built.) I still love my Padres something fierce, but it just takes more effort now. I have to make plans to visit friends with sports packages, scour the TV listings in hopes that TBS or FOX or ESPN will maybe, possibly show a game here or there. I waste unlimited hours online refreshing the screen to see little squares representing batters move along the bases. It's really sad! When I'm really lucky, I can find the time (and money) to head east to Houston to see us play the Astros. What I really want is to be home. With my friends, family, creature comforts and My Padres. I miss tailgating with my Casbah friends. And being alongside like minded individuals. I'm a blue girl in a red state here. (And I mean that in more than one way.) That too, is probably another blog. I celebrate my favorite Padres (past and present) achievements from afar. I cried when #51, Trevor Hoffman made 600 saves. I always knew he was the best closer in the business, but now it's official! And he's headed to the Hall of Fame. Congrats Hoffy! It's always Trevor Time at my house!
In closing, My Padres have a real shot at winning the division again this year. BUT, they need to stop effing around and win some ballgames! I literally felt sick after their game last night, but today is another day. We've got about 15 games left this season, so I hope the boys show up, strut their stuff and win the division. Though it's hard sometimes, I'm always Keeping the Faith when it comes to my Swingin' Friars.
As a kiddo, there were many reasons that were given to me about why I could not join a little league team like my friends, but I'm pretty sure the bottom line was it came down to the fact that we just didn't have the money. That little fact sure got in the way a lot. (Still does in fact.)
As a kid, I spent a lot of my time down the street at the baseball field. I think there were 4 fields, so I could spend a ton of time over there watching game after game after game. It wasn't even so much who won, it was just the magic of the game.
My sister Bobette's BFF Dee Dee was a big influence on my baseball loving life. She would drive us (me, my friend Lily, my sister and her daughter (my niece) Jessica and her own daughter Danielle) all over the state to watch games. I was a rabid Astros fan for a long time, I cut my hair to look like Joe Sambito's. I wore blue and orange more than any young lady ever should. We went to Dodger Stadium, Angel Stadium, Jack Murphy (it'll also be the Murph to me, F the Q!) and even to spring training games in Yuma.
I would save any money I came across from babysitting, selling Kool-Aid on the corner, painting shells, whatever, in order to buy baseball cards. I had the complete sets of the first years that Fleer and Donruss went into production as well as the old standby, Topps. Sadly, I ended up selling them off as a lot in the early 90's because I needed rent money. I still regret that, but, it had to be done.
I remember the exact moment that the SD Padres won our division and it was clear we were going to The Show for the very first time! Our sleepy little beach town went INSANE! Cars were honking, people were screaming and running around high-fiving each other! All night long! I was with my friend Melanie and we were bouncing off the walls of my bedroom on Bond Street. It wasn't long before we too, took to the streets and headed towards the beach just to be apart of the action. Good times. No, great times! The Padres owner (Ray Kroc) died a day after my birthday that year, but I wish he had been there to see his boys get to The Show. We didn't win, but we got there!
My Padre loyalty remained true blue over the years, despite the losses and finally, in 1998, they had a winning team again. We again won the NL Division and we were headed to The Show for the second time in franchise history. That 1998 team was pure magic. Again, I remember exactly where I was when this achievement was made- Tio Leo's watching Hot Rod Lincoln. Most of the cool kids there didn't understand my enthusiasm for the game, the Pads, the win, but whatever. I ended up leaving to go celebrate with like minded individuals at NuNu's instead!A definite highlight of my entire life was going to a WORLD SERIES game! I went with my friend Dave Lamb and we had awesome seats in section 41 right by our bullpen. A WS game in my hometown with my favorite team of players! Unfortunately, the damn yankees swept us and we lost. I've always despised the yankees and I don't think it was possible for me to hate them anymore than I did that year. I think my hatred of the yankees is for another blog-another day. I can't even pay them enough respect to capitalize their team name. The hatred runs that deep.
Fast forward a bit. Leaving home 10 years ago seemed like something I needed to do at that time and I do think I made a great decision. Besides missing all of my friends, family and creature comforts, mostly, I missed my Padres. It's really hard for me not being able to watch them on Channel 4 whenever I want. Or to just drop in at a game because I'm in the stadium area. (Sadly, I haven't even been to the new ballpark that I fought so hard to get built.) I still love my Padres something fierce, but it just takes more effort now. I have to make plans to visit friends with sports packages, scour the TV listings in hopes that TBS or FOX or ESPN will maybe, possibly show a game here or there. I waste unlimited hours online refreshing the screen to see little squares representing batters move along the bases. It's really sad! When I'm really lucky, I can find the time (and money) to head east to Houston to see us play the Astros. What I really want is to be home. With my friends, family, creature comforts and My Padres. I miss tailgating with my Casbah friends. And being alongside like minded individuals. I'm a blue girl in a red state here. (And I mean that in more than one way.) That too, is probably another blog. I celebrate my favorite Padres (past and present) achievements from afar. I cried when #51, Trevor Hoffman made 600 saves. I always knew he was the best closer in the business, but now it's official! And he's headed to the Hall of Fame. Congrats Hoffy! It's always Trevor Time at my house!
In closing, My Padres have a real shot at winning the division again this year. BUT, they need to stop effing around and win some ballgames! I literally felt sick after their game last night, but today is another day. We've got about 15 games left this season, so I hope the boys show up, strut their stuff and win the division. Though it's hard sometimes, I'm always Keeping the Faith when it comes to my Swingin' Friars.
Sunday, September 12, 2010
The Name Game
I've been thinking a lot over the last week or so about what my first blog post would actually be about. And it finally came to me. The reason why I chose the title- Aromatherapy Cowgirl!
Aromatherapy Cowgirl is a song that my dear girlfriend Rosie Flores wrote and often dedicates to me when she plays it live at her shows. I know it wasn't written for me, but if the boot fits...
Here's the lyrics:
She's had broken conversations on moonlit nights
Tequila stained carpets and bar-room fights
She shuffles her feet across the desert sand
With a Carlos Castaneda novel in her hand
She dances to Buck, Elvis and Merle
She's an Aromatherapy Cowgirl.
Drivin' down the road and it feels like heaven
In a rag-top Ford, 1967
Tumbleweeds flyin' past her coffee cup
At the Rattlesnake Grill eating sunny side up
Let her read your cards and watch your future unfurl
She's an Aromatherapy Cowgirl.
It's another spiritual revelation
She's dreaming again about saving the Nation
Incense, candles, herbs from the vine
Some old George Jones and some home-made wine
You can't tell her anything she don't already know
She's Las Vegas lucky man, she's on a roll
Got a California bungalow that she calls home
Next to a little honky tonk where she uses the phone
She's a one-step, two-step, twelve-step girl
She's an Aromatherapy Cowgirl
Well, if she's had a bad day
There's an explanation
It's Mercury's fault - went into retrogration
Her Scorpio's rising
And she's rockin' the house
But when the moon is full
Well, then you better look out!
For that one-step, two-step, twelve-step girl
She's an Aromatherapy Cowgirl
She's Undeniable -
So Incredible -
Meditational -
OHM
Aromatherapy Cowgirl.
*Sometimes Rosie adds "She goes to 11" after the So Incredible line. It's an inside joke and it just cracks us both up when she does it!
Rosie is a fantastic writer, guitar-slinger, singer-songwriter and a most importantly, a very dear friend to me. She just celebrated her big SIX-O on the 10th of September, so Happy Birthday Virgo lady!
xoxo!
Trish
Aromatherapy Cowgirl is a song that my dear girlfriend Rosie Flores wrote and often dedicates to me when she plays it live at her shows. I know it wasn't written for me, but if the boot fits...
Here's the lyrics:
She's had broken conversations on moonlit nights
Tequila stained carpets and bar-room fights
She shuffles her feet across the desert sand
With a Carlos Castaneda novel in her hand
She dances to Buck, Elvis and Merle
She's an Aromatherapy Cowgirl.
Drivin' down the road and it feels like heaven
In a rag-top Ford, 1967
Tumbleweeds flyin' past her coffee cup
At the Rattlesnake Grill eating sunny side up
Let her read your cards and watch your future unfurl
She's an Aromatherapy Cowgirl.
It's another spiritual revelation
She's dreaming again about saving the Nation
Incense, candles, herbs from the vine
Some old George Jones and some home-made wine
You can't tell her anything she don't already know
She's Las Vegas lucky man, she's on a roll
Got a California bungalow that she calls home
Next to a little honky tonk where she uses the phone
She's a one-step, two-step, twelve-step girl
She's an Aromatherapy Cowgirl
Well, if she's had a bad day
There's an explanation
It's Mercury's fault - went into retrogration
Her Scorpio's rising
And she's rockin' the house
But when the moon is full
Well, then you better look out!
For that one-step, two-step, twelve-step girl
She's an Aromatherapy Cowgirl
She's Undeniable -
So Incredible -
Meditational -
OHM
Aromatherapy Cowgirl.
*Sometimes Rosie adds "She goes to 11" after the So Incredible line. It's an inside joke and it just cracks us both up when she does it!
Rosie is a fantastic writer, guitar-slinger, singer-songwriter and a most importantly, a very dear friend to me. She just celebrated her big SIX-O on the 10th of September, so Happy Birthday Virgo lady!
xoxo!
Trish
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