First, let’s get the Blogging 201 stuff out of the way for today. I played around with a number of alternatives for sharing my presence on other platforms and I haven’t found one I like yet, so it’s just going to live in this post until I can find something I like better.
I also have a Tumblr, and if you really want the link, I’ll post it but you know, it’s Tumblr, so tread lightly. I am pretty much 100% uncensored there, even though 99.9% of my posts are reblogs with no additional commentary, and also there is a disgusting amount of SF Giants stuff there and I’m about to add SO MUCH MORE because you know, BASEBALL, so like, consider yourselves warned if you get the link.
If you’ve opened my Instagram page but not yet looked at it, I’m going to save you A LOT of time in this post. Here are some of the most recent pictures on my phone, which are, for the most part, the most recent pictures on my Instagram feed. My life is 100% my dogs and I am really surprised I’ve not spent more time talking about them on this blog. I mean, last night I was taking pictures of them and posting them to Instagram while watching Pit Bulls and Parolees. I’m not lying, y’all. I have a serious dog addiction. But can you blame me?
I lied a little when I said “and other stories” in the title of this post, which I know is a really shitty thing to do because it’s misleading, but I really don’t have any other stories to tell you. I’ve been super busy at work since I got over the flu or whatever it was I had, and in my spare time, I’ve been nursing Sigot back to health, putting together a 2,000-piece dresser from Ikea, and of course, taking a shit ton of pictures of my doges. So doge. Much cute.
A lot has been going on at Chez LaughterInBetween. Between illness, injury, and LIFE IN GENERAL, I’ve been pretty busy lately. I started a garden on our balcony! It has things we can eat like green bell peppers and cherry tomatoes, and things we can use for multiple purposes like sage, and then things that I bought because they were pretty (blue salvia and Mexican heather). The garden almost wasn’t when our apartment complex hired a contractor to clean the gutters on all the buildings, and the contractor SUCKED AT HIS JOB. They blew a bunch of crap out of the gutters and onto everyone’s balcony/patio, including into MY BABY GARDEN. Well, I didn’t really clear out the tomato plant bucket and then it almost died from rot and over-watering. My poor baby tomato plant. But now it has about 6 tomatoes and my pepper plant, which seems to be suffering from a small aphid infestation, has a few lovely growing bell peppers poking out. The pepper is also home to an adorable spider named Burt, who is fat and sassy on his diet of aphids. And! We have a female hummingbird who loooves the blue salvia.
Have you guys met Franny yet? I can’t remember if I’ve ever really posted about her before. This is Franny!
We got Franny on November 1, 2013. Yes, the day after the Giants World Series parade. It wasn’t even planned that way! At all. We decided we wanted to start looking for a dog, and one came up that met our hypoallergenic requirement. He was even free! But lots of people wanted him, and so I set out to find a dog. Our dog. I spent one weekend going through hundreds of pages from online adoption and rescue sites, and eventually found this precious poodle mix about 45 minutes away. Her name was Angel Eyes. She had a sweet little face and we were in love. We made arrangements to meet her and then had to reschedule for another night. I don’t remember why. When we got to the foster’s house and were introduced to Angel Eyes, I was a little disappointed. She was bigger than they described and a little more aggressive. There were other dogs there, in the same big open-top pen as Angel Eyes. Then there was another dog, by herself, in a carrier. She was in there, the woman said, because she was a jumper. They’d just gotten her from the main rescue center that day and didn’t really know her. Angel Eyes was shy around us, and we sat down on the ground to get to know her. The foster let the jumper dog – a poodle mix – out of the carrier to see if it would loosen up Angel Eyes. It kind of did, if loosening up meant she decided this jumper dog was unacceptable and must be barked at and nipped. Ugh. Aggressive dog. We didn’t want an aggressive dog.
But then an amazing thing happened. This little jumper dog, a little white mop of a dog, walked over to BFF, crawled into her lap, and curled up. She stayed there while I tried to make a connection with Angel Eyes. She stayed there when we asked the woman if we could see this jumper dog’s file. She stayed there while I petted her. She stayed there when we decided she would come home with us. In fact, she stayed in BFF’s arms until we got home. We named her Francesca Wilson Lincepoodle, Franny for short. Except now Franny has become Frances, Fran, Fran-Fran, Frantastic, Frannydoodle, Franballs, I can’t remember what we did with our time before there was a Fran in our house.
Today has been a bit of an adventure. First of all, I’m a little hungover from the norco I took yesterday for my migraine. Everything’s kind of foggy (which explains this blog post). This morning while we were walking Franny, we saw one of our neighbors loading stuff into his van. Then we realized that he was taking stuff – good stuff! – that wouldn’t fit in the van and leaving it by the dumpsters. We scored a nice 6 drawer dresser, an office chair, an ironing board, and three lamps. For FREE. All in great shape. No shame, we just replaced/furnished stuff we’ve not been able to afford! Not a bad way to spend a Sunday morning.
The worst thing that happened today was while we looked over the furniture. We heard a woman screaming at someone in an apartment as we walked by, and a few minutes later, she came outside and screamed something about you don’t hit a woman and if being upset makes me a bitch, then fuck you! She was sobbing as she walked past and we wanted to offer our help but..for some reason the moment passed. I felt horrible because should we call the cops? Is she okay? Does she need help or somewhere to stay? Fortunately, a few minutes later as we were walking back out to the dumpster, we saw her walking by and we checked on her. My heart is breaking for her. I hope she knows that our offer of a quiet space was sincere.
It’s now tradition for BFF and I to spend a glorious weekend at AT&T Park, watching the Giants take on the Dodgers. It never fails to be intense and grueling, and as fun as the games are, there is one huge downside: 98% of the Dodgers fans I encounter are mean. There are a few that aren’t, that enjoy baseball and want to have fun watching their team win. But the other 98%? Mean.
We were late getting to the game on Friday but once we settled into our seats, it went pretty well. We rallied and won and it was awesome. Except for the people sitting a few rows back who, every time Lincecum was at the plate, yelled for Beckett to “hit him in the right arm”. Lincecum, in case you don’t know, throw right and bats left, which exposes his pitching arm to potential hits. There isn’t a lot of logic to this request of hitting Lincecum’s arm and hopefully injuring him to the point where he can’t pitch. I mean, I love Tim a lot and he’s one of my favorite pitchers, but have you seen him pitch this year?
Yesterday was more of the same, but this was calls to bean players just to end ABs. I’m not sure of their thought process. For instance, Scutaro got walked in one of the late innings and the girl behind us, who had been yelling BEAN HIM!!! for most of the AB, said, “Ugh. He should’ve just hit him.” Like…what? He would’ve ended up on base that way, too. I DON’T UNDERSTAND THIS. She yelled BEAN HIM every time a Giant was in the batter’s box, no matter who it was. At the end of the game, she proudly announced that she hadn’t even had to boo any Giants fans during the game, so she was happy. Her father spent a good five minutes mocking our rally hats in the 9th inning, saying he didn’t have to look “doofy” to cheer for his team.
We’re not able to make today’s game because it has to be broadcast on ESPN, so the time was changed and we’re going to see DMB tonight. DMB. TONIGHT. OMG. But I’m kind of glad I don’t have to deal with potential Dodgers fan BS, and as BFF put it this morning, at DMB shows, you don’t lose. It is only win!
Also, the Giants have been taking early BP or something because on Labor Day, we only got to see the pitchers running sprints (and Clay Hensley running the warning track….for 15 minutes) and yesterday, we didn’t even get to see sprinting. I do have some pictures for you!
Monday, September 3
Saturday, September 8
The BFF and I went to see the Pacific for the first time since we both moved back to CA two years ago and for the first time in 7 long years. It was a gorgeous day; the rest of the photos are available on Flickr.
Today we’re going to a Sacramento Thunder Cats* game. Have a safe and happy Memorial Day, y’all!
*I’m incapable of calling them the River Cats. I always say Thunder Cats first.
Especially when that 1 trails after a 9, as in Dodgers 9, Giants 1.
You know, everything was okay until the 8th inning when we imploded. I mean, it wasn’t a small implosion. It was like a star going nova. It was like we were playing baseball with blindfolds on. IT WAS LIKE OUR ENTIRE TEAM IS RUNNING IN A THOUSAND DIFFERENT DIRECTIONS AT THE SAME TIME.
Okay and to be fair to Edlefsen, it was a tough play to make since the line drive ripped the glove off his hand.
So to take our minds off that, I’m going to post a few pics from Friday night. That’ll be fun, right?