Showing posts with label softball. Show all posts
Showing posts with label softball. Show all posts

11.14.2007

Arrggh, meet Anne Bonney

Halloween was the night all hell broke loose. Literally. That was when the call came from my mom that Papa had just gone into cardiac arrest and been taken to the ICU. Half and hour later we were on the road.

Two weeks later and weaker but recovered Papa is back at home and doing OK for the moment. And I am finally home pulling the pieces of my life back into place. With a lot of effort, a child that won't sleep, and a calm but crazed husband who is defending his master's thesis this Friday.

And in classic pagan tradition, before all hell broke loose there was much celebration!!

But first some background. Halloween has always been a holiday that I have held close to my heart. I feel sometimes like it is part of my identity. Not because I am evil (though some will argue here), and not because I like to dress up or pretend to be someone else (I don't), but because my birthday falls just two days before All Hallow's eve. And because more than 50% of my birthday parties since puberty have been Halloween costume parties.

This year was no exception! The exception in this case was the sheer number of people I shared the party with. You see, between my softball team and Mike's department there are 7, count them, 7 birthdays between Oct. 13 and Oct. 29. Granted Mike and I are two of them, but still. Several people within this group thought it would be fun (and efficient) if we just threw one party to celebrate the overwhelming number of birthdays, Halloween, and the end of the softball season. I agreed, and in a moment of sheer insanity, offered to have it at our house. I guess an inner part of me figured I should end our two softball seasons the way I began them - by shooting off my big mouth. What this provided was an opportunity for the Bean to show off what she is made of.

(The only thing missing is her parrot puppet, which she carried around religiously at times)


We decided awhile ago, based on various coincidences, that Bean should be a pirate for Halloween. In honor of Talk Like a Pirate Day I had stumbled on a quiz that tells you your true pirate name. Prior to Halloween I revisited the quiz and entered what I thought would have been Luci's responses to the questions (the questions that involved Muppets were easy.) Come to find out her pirate name is none other than Anne Bonney. Fearsome, independent, and blood-thirsty - that's my girl! (I'm intentionally excluding the sexually promiscuous, violent, and law-breaking tendencies here for obvious reasons).

Anne Bonney and her pirate love, John Rackham.

In spite of her fierce reputation, Pirate Bean still had time to enjoy a pony ride

Now if only we could get her to take the costume off!!!

3.27.2007

Pretend you're a softball



You've been thrown around for hours, beaten by your close friend, Bat, and all anyone wants to do is stop you from going on your way. You are powerless to act and subject to unending abuse, except when flying through the air. Wouldn't you be frustrated, mad at the person trying to stop your one joy?

Well, apparently this one was.

This is what I get for having way too much fun at St. Patty's. I get drunk, promise to be on a softball team, and get my eye blackened by a bouncing grounder.

That's OK. It was worth it - the party and the softball practice. They've both been a hell of a lot of fun. (And, for those of you who knew me in my more youthful and uncoordinated days, I have but one comment - I don't suck!!)

For further softball updates, I'll be posting them from now on at my other blog site, Trails Recipes and Poems.

3.23.2007

St. Patty's, Or The Things I get Myself Into When I Have a Night Off

Mike I managed to get our wonderful friend Terre to sit with the Bean so we could go to our friend's annual St. Patty's Day Party.

Part way through the night, after several beers and lots of Bailey's, I was convinced by several of Mike's colleagues that I should join their softball team, run through the City's Parks and Rec department.

Yep, this is why I don't go out drinking much anymore. Because I wake up the next morning to Mike shaking his head at me, murmuring something like, "You have softball practice this afternoon."

Our first game is next Thursday.