I'm willing to share small tidbits of me. Who I am. What I experience. Why I do what I do. Just ramdom thoughts from me. Enjoy!
Who?
Name::Random me From::California, United States
I am a wife and mother of two boys. I work full-time in the electronics industry. It took me 6 years to graduate college (no, I'm not embarrassed-I finished, Dammit!) SJSU class of 1990. I love to cook, because I love good food. I'll pass on sweets, but will eat something with garlic or onion in a minute. I HATE cheese, except Mozzerella on pizza-and that has to be combination pizza. I hate chick flicks, but love a good thriller. My husband and I are real estate investors on the side. View my complete profile
My baby, who normally plays shortstop, pitched at his first baseball game today. I was so excited, I left work 10 minutes early so I wouldn’t miss an inning.
During this past Saturday’s game it rained just a little bit off an on and just as the 5th inning was about to start, Coach said, “Elias, you pitch.” Elias’ eyes got so big. He’s been wanting to pitch so bad. After each game, he asks Mel or I, “How come Coach won’t let me pitch?” I never have an answer for him. But, finally the magic phrase came rolling out of Coach’s mouth. Within 15-20 seconds the ump or 'blue" as the call the ump (why? I don't know...) walked over and called the game due to rain. OUCH! I thought "Hey, Blue! You forgot to reach into the kid's chest and pull his beating heart from his chest cavity!" Elias’ eyes filled up with water, but tears didn’t crossed the threshold on of his eyelids. You know that sound when you can actually hear your child’s heart breaking---Cccrrruuunnnnnccchhhhh!. I swore I could actually hear it. Coach promised him, he’d get to pitch at Monday’s game.
Elias’ played short for the first two innings, then at the top of the third, Coach called him to pitch. I got so nervous. I didn’t want him to not do good, and since I haven’t seen him practice, I had no idea what to expect. His first few practice pitches, I thought “WTH?”. High and to the right, one of them went straight into the ground---at the mound. Oh boy!
The first batter comes up—strikes-his-ass-OUT! HA! Now, that’s MY baby! My BABY! Second batter comes up, hits a single…whatever… Third batter—don’t take a base, take a seat back on the bench, ‘cause MY BABY just struck your ass OUT!!! Fourth batter up-Strike one. Strike two. Striiiiikkkke three! OUT! Ah! So proud! Did I say, that was MY BABY on the mound? Oh, my baby is 11. He has a younger brother, but he will always be "my baby". I use the term for both boys.
Father and son at the plate: Mel got to “play” Blue today, and he was very fair. I know this because Elias’ first at bat, he struck out—for the very first time in seven games…as his father called it!
Here's a cute picture of Lewis at Elias' game on Saturday. Lewis' game finshed up early.
I have yet to see one of Lewis' games, but I plan on it. The boys play at the same time and since Mel coaches Lewis' team, I have to stay at Elias' game. From what I hear, Lewis is pretty good, but not so interested in the sport.
Thanks for looking and sharing in a proud Mom's moment. I am so very proud!
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9:17 PM ::
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