Know Thyself

You know what I like about me? I know who I am and who I want to be. I recognize I change all the time, but generally I know what direction in life I'm headed and the kind of image I like to reflect. I like to be thought of as classy, elegant, sophisticated. Maybe sexy as fuck on occasion, but "classy" sexy...

Lately I've called all that into question because I felt lacking. Like there was something wrong with me. Like maybe if I wore different clothes or more make-up or had bigger boobs, things would be different... I would have things I thought I wanted.

But after some reflection lately, I came to a realization.... I am just fine.

Just because I am tall does NOT mean I need to wear flats and slouch to make some man feel bigger than me. You know what it does mean? It means I have legs from here to the sky and in heels they are AWESOME. If a man is intimidated by me, that's his issue.

Just because I have smaller boobs doesn't mean I need to be self conscious and feel less worthy than women who have huge tits. It DOES mean that mine are perky and cute and will not be at my knees in 15 years. It means I have had 4 kids and still have nice ass cleavage that, TRUST ME, still gets attention. It means I buy stock in push up bras and that I ROCK the hell out of them.

Nope. I am not 21 anymore. I am 33 and you couldn't PAY my ass to redo those years. You know why? 21 years old are stupid. I was even a little stupid. Not stupid enough to go ghetto and cover myself in ridiculous, trashy tattoos kind of stupid, but I thought I had it all figured out. Being 33 means I can have grown up conversation. I am not limited to what I saw on Entertainment Tonight or the newest club music. I can talk to you knowledgeably about politics, religion, economy, current events and a plethora of other topics. AND I also know every word to Beastie Boys Paul Revere and Brass Monkey. I know every line in Princess Bride and Billy Madison. You don't get that kind of variety in an idiot 21 year old with pink tipped nails and drawn on eyebrows. You just don't.

I am sure you get alot of other valuable information from that kind of girl. You can learn how to jack a car, get money from a "Baby Daddy", how many shots you can take from 7-11pm before puking, how to shank someone and make a shiv. You can witness awesome drama and temper tantrums! All valuable, interesting subject matter.

If that's what you're into.

And if that's what you're into, of course you don't want me. Of course! And the best part of all this realization is that I realized that if that is what you're into.... I don't want you either.

I Heart Josh Beckett

There are no less than 117 things I love about Josh Beckett. They start with "He's awesome" and end with "No for real, REALLY, really, badass-awesome." In between, numbers 17-30 are body parts and 32-78 are moments of games where he has proven over and over again why he deserves my adoration. At least 30 more are quotes he's given that really just make me laugh or smile, or grin because I know if he weren't on my team, it would strike fear in my heart and make me pee my pants everytime I had to face him.

You'd think once you get to 100, these things would start repeating themselves, but with Josh, they don't. The list just continues to grow. One of my all-time favorie Beckett quotes is “I make too much money to play a game I love to ever feel sorry for myself.” Stuff like that makes me so proud to be a fan. These little gems from last night are hystierical:

On Manny's TWO homeruns off of Mike Mussina at Skankee Stadium:

"I didn't even see it," said Beckett. "I was like, 'Where did it go?' Everyone was like, 'It went about 15 rows up.' It was such a line drive. He's pretty ridiculous. He almost hit a third one, too."

On lasting 8 innings against New York:

"I think the most important thing is executing pitches," Beckett said. "If you're not executing pitches, you're not going to get to eight innings."

No shit, Sherlock. Sometimes I think he talks to the media like they're 5 years old because he's tired of their retard questions...

Bitch Slapped by the Flu

Dude. I got my ass kicked for a week straight. By this thing called "The Flu". In my 33 years, I had never encountered The Flu, much less learned first hand the evil she can inflict.

I know now.

I was fine when I woke up last Tuesday. Lalala...Uh oh. Headache? Achy? Tired? Eyes burning? These were just the beginning... It was bad, people. Bad and not very pretty either. Sometimes the universe gives you a hint that you need to slow the hell down and sometimes the universe finds a way to body slam your ass into submission.

So I had several days to plan what could only be my death... And when I was being a little less dramatic, I had time to think about life and things and how they'd all be different if only I could make it through this horrible, awful sickness... (I was ready for my damn Make A Wish, but lo and behold the Sox never did turn up at my doorstop)

Then I found out it wasn't just the flu, that has turned into bronchitis which was trying to turn into pneumonia. NICE. As my friend ChaCha said, "Thats my girl! If you're gonna do that shit, you're gonna do it right!" So now that I have been on the right medication and see the light at the end of the tunnel and know I probably won't die this time, I am starting to feel much better.

Guess the moral of the story is get a flu shot. And that I need to send another copy of my Make A Wish letter in- because clearly those bitches don't work quickly...

Correction!

After photographic evidence by the photographers who were covering the Cap 10k came to my attention, I corrected my story about my finish. I just wanted to let you all know that I ACTUALLY finished in 1 hour, 17 minutes and 5 seconds. Once I go ahead and spend the $17 for a copy of that picture, trust me, you'll ALL see it ;-)

WOOOOOO!!!!!

Steak and Wine at Joe's

As I eluded to a few weeks ago, I have a new favorite restaurant and I feel the need to share. You may or may not know, I am a huge fan of the steak and red wine combo.. HUGE fan. And had been dying for it for awhile when my birthday rolled around. We went to a new place in Austin called Joe DiMaggio's Italian Chophouse. Of course normally, I would never enter the establishment of such a beloved Yankee, however I felt that since he had a brother who was a beloved Red Sox player, it justified going....

It was awesome. We stepped into the restaurant and were immediately seated in a huge high back, curved leather booth. There were black and white pictures of Joe, Marilyn and Dom all over the walls. A pianist was playing and an amazing singer was crooning "Inseparable". Sigh... I melted into my leather booth and ordered the house Cab. We started with a jumbo shrimp cocktail that arrived to the table in a cloud of dry ice. I ordered a fillet medium rare with potatoes and veggies. All were perfection. It wasn't just the wine that was intoxicating. Steak, wine, leather, crooning, baseball photos, dim lighting, perfect service... I was SO cozy and didn't want to leave.

It really isn't crazy expensive if you don't have the big steaks. There is delicious looking pasta and seafood as well. And they have a BEAUTIFUL patio with a fire pit to relax out on underneath a huge oak tree in the Domain. I got to walk pass Tiffany's too!!!! I would love to go again... who's in?!