My spoon is not too big

I used up all my spoons today. You’re going to have to Google that (I suggest pairing the terms ‘illness’ and ‘spoons’ for the best results) because I’m typing this on my phone. And that is because my spoons are all used up.

Here are some topics I’ve been thinking about writing on: mercy, weird things that happen when someone dies, Christmas traditions, whether or not I should send holiday cards this year, my life goals/bucket list, food.

I hope everyone had a good Thanksgiving. I’m going to put my phone down now and get some rest. Hump Day!

Happy Thanksgiving

Baseball news! Get yer fresh hot baseball news!

FOOLED YOU! You thought I was going to talk about Thanksgiving. I mean, I will. But later. First we talk baseball.

This week’s news roundup~

AL MVP Announced! Congratulations to Detroit’s Justin Verlander, who you might remember ALSO won the AL Cy Young. This isn’t something that happens very often (last time was in 1992) because of the simple fact that Cy Young = pitching MVP. But whatever, I don’t get a vote and the people who do chose Justin Verlander for MVP. (Not like I mind – I love Verlander!)

NL MVP Announced! THE HEBREW HAMMER LAYIN’ SOME MVP JUICE ON YOUR NOGGIN. Ryan Braun of the Milwaukee Brewers was announced as the NL MVP. You might remember him from such moments as:

CBA reached! Now featuring such magnificent items as an Astros move in 2013, HGH testing, revised draft rules, and my favorite, a smackdown on tobacco products. Which basically means Panda won’t have that Skoal can in his back pocket anymore and maybe Tim Lincecum won’t sully his precious face with…well. THIS:


Gross, Lincecum.

 

"I just got dissed on a blog that only 3 people read. Wtf."


In non-baseball news, Thanksgiving is TODAY. This week, our turkey, Hank*, thawed in our fridge and I’ve spent countless minutes going over what food will be prepared in what pan/pot/dish. I bought our final items for our feast on Tuesday: butter, aluminium foil, saran wrap, orange juice, and champagne. No, we are not eating foil and plastic for dinner. They’re for packaging leftovers, silly. The oj and champagne is for this morning because if there’s one thing my mom taught me, it’s that you should start drinking as soon as possible on Thanksgiving. Thanks, Ma!

Today I’m thankful for many things – my supportive family, my lovely friends, a roof over my head, a monthly paycheck. It’s cool and rainy today, so it feels like a proper Thanksgiving. This Christmas, Electric Girl and I are flying to the magical land of Oklahoma to spend Christmas with my family. Let the holidays begin!

I hope you and yours have a happy, food-filled Thanksgiving!

P.S. If you watch this before the game, who will win the Har-bowl? I’m not a fan of the NFL but CSNBA has run this story into the ground, so now I care a little bit. I’m going with the 49ers because of proximity. See what I mean when I say my opinions on sports aren’t based on statistics or logic? It’s fun to be me!

Breakdown

Anyone who was within hearing distance of our apartment, or following me on Twitter, got to witness the absolute upheaval of my emotions tonight while I watched the OSU game. At the end of it all, as heartbroken as I am over the loss of the game, and more importantly, the loss of women’s basketball coach Kurt Budke and assistant coach Miranda Serna, I kind of think that ISU deserved to win that game. We played horribly. Whether it was just our time to lose, a bad night caused by the emotions of losing members of the OSU family, or a stupid fluke, ISU out-played us. It’s been a hell of a year for OSU football and guess what? It’s not over yet.

Image courtesy of baseball-bat.tumblr.com, which you probably should avoid if you are a rational and decent human being.

A few baseball-related notes: Justin Verlander won the AL Cy Young, Clayton Kershaw won the NL Cy Young, and four Giants pitchers got votes. Congratulations to our starting pitchers, who basically carried the team this season.

Darren Ford got DFA’d.

UGH TODAY.

Tis the season of giving

Wanna do some good this holiday season? Help Generation Alive feed the hungry! You can donate on their website, and if you want to read an adorable story about the good they do, you can head over to Jeremy Affeldt’s blog and read his post on the kit-making event back in January.

Other giving opportunities:

Donate to RAINN to support their efforts to prevent and treat sexual abuse. They are currently accepting donations for #ProudPSUforRAINN.

The International Rescue Committee has opened their gift-giving donation shop for the season. There are a lot of different opportunities and level of support available, so head on over and take a look!

Either you’re surprised or you’re not

I am behind on NaNoWriMo, which is not surprising. This is how it happens with me. I might start on a good note but then I fall behind and then knock out 30k in one weekend. MARATHON WRITING FOR THE WIN. My story is about baseball. See what I mean about either you’re surprised or you’re not? I’m writing about baseball. This should surprise NO ONE these days. It’s a good story. The writing is not good. The story is good. Or at least it has captured my heart. I’ve already shed tears over it and I’m only at the beginning, before the real meat of the story even starts. Our intrepid hero, Bennett, is just so down on his luck right now. I don’t want to tell you more because I’ll jinx myself. Maybe someday I’ll share some excerpts of it. I probably won’t but you know, whatever.

Speaking of baseball, SF Giants LHP Jonathan Sanchez (38-46, 708 IP, 607 H, 360 R, 376 BB, 736 SO over 6 seasons) was traded to the Kansas City Royals today, along with minor league pitcher Ryan Verdugo, for OF Melky Cabrera (.305, 18 HR, 87 RBI, .339 OBP in 2011). Fact: if you couldn’t see Dirty’s departure approaching from a thousand miles away, you might want to have your vision checked (unless you aren’t a Giants fan, then you get a pass). He’s probably already peaked and he was erratic at best in 2011 (when he wasn’t injured). A quick Google search will produce a dozen analyses of this trade that are far more sophisticated, professional, and based on actual facts than this blog post but my baby baseball brain says this will probably work out in the long run, if for no other reason than to not have two craptastic pitchers on our roster who are costing us waaaaay more than they’re worth.

And speaking of the Giants, I’m pretty sure everyone knows this happened over the weekend:

 Photo credit: Brian Wilson’s Twitter

The argyle socks and Nike Air Mags are just the cherry on top of this tremendous outfit. I should’ve known it’d turn out to be an awesome day since this was how it started for me. I was blearily putting together our Ikea coffee table (without coffee! right after waking up!) and then I just at on my floor shouting OH MY GOD WHAT HAVE YOU DONE at the television for a good five minutes because seriously, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE.

His mom must be so proud.

But back to how epic Saturday turned out. Electric Girl and I got a bed and a mattress set and I put together MORE Ikea furniture and then LSU beat Alabama and then I CRIED REAL, ACTUAL TEARS when Oklahoma State beat Kansas State. ACTUAL TEARS. ON MY FACE.

I grew up watching OSU football. I grew up on Thurman Thomas and Mike Moore and Hart Lee Dykes (okay, maybe not the best example) and Mike Gundy and Barry Sanders. BARRY FRICKIN’ SANDERS. Who is on Twitter, by the way. Oh and Thurman Thomas is on LinkedIn. Sometimes I’ll get an email from LinkedIn and it will be all THURMAN THOMAS POSTED A MESSAGE IN THE OKLAHOMA STATE UNIVERSITY GROUP and I’ll be all OMGGGGGGGGG and go read it because y’all, I was mad in love with him in the third grade. Y’all don’t even know. I WROTE HIM A LETTER AND HE WROTE ME BACK. He had atrocious penmanship but was very, very nice. I even got a signed picture! Which I need to find when I’m at home for Christmas.

Okay, where was I? Right. OSU football. So we’ve not been good in a long, long time. We’ve been better than usual for the past few years, and we did all right most of the time I was in college. At least I didn’t have to deal with what my brother dealt with during his time at OSU. I think they had a losing record every single year he was at the university. Oops! Anyway, this year we’re good. We’re GOOD. We don’t play like the OSU of the past. We make plays in the second half. We claw and scratch and dig it out, week after week. And last week’s game was hard to watch. So very hard to watch that I actually DIDN’T watch a lot of it. I kept it on in the living room while I built furniture and when I was done being all crafty and productive, I sat down for the last quarter. And aaaahhhh! I screamed out of joy! I screamed out of frustration! I screamed out of joy! I screamed out of frustration! I flailed with delight when Brandon Weeden started bouncing around like it was Christmas morning after the two-point conversion. I screamed NNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO each and every time KSU tied the game up. And when it was all said and done, when we finally beat them, I was so relieved that I cried. I felt like I did during the entire summer, watching baseball.

Oh, and Brandon Weeden? Currently the only Yankee I have ever loved.

Don’t worry, Yankees. Sometimes I spell his last name “Whedon”. HABIT.