Download this great song if you can....Dancing by Elisa. It's beautiful.
Time is gonna take my mind
and carry it far away
where I can fly
The depth of life will dim my temptation to live for you
If I were to be alone
Silence would rock my tears'cause it's all about love and I know better
How life is a waving feather
So I put my arms around you around you
And I know that I'll be leaving soon
My eyes are on you they're on you
And you see that I can't stop shaking
No, I won't step back but I'll look down to hide from your eyes'cause what I feel is so sweet and I'm scared that even my own breath
Oh could burst it if it were a bubble
And I'd better dream if I have to struggle
So I put my arms around you around you
And I hope that I will do no wrong
My eyes are on you they're on you
And I hope that you won't hurt me
I'm dancing in the room as if I was in the woods with you
No need for anything but music
Music's the reason why I know time still exists
Time still exists
Time still exists
Time still exists
So I put my arms around you around you
And I hope that I will do no wrong
My eyes are on you they're on you
And I hope that you won't hurt me
So I put my arms around you around you
And I hope that I will do no wrong
My eyes are on you they're on you
And I hope that you won't hurt me
Friday, June 29, 2007
Thursday, June 28, 2007
A Poem
Checkmate
Have you ever felt like a complete pawn?
A creature caught between good and evil,
Laughter and darkness,
Smiling between grimaces,
And hoping...
Hoping...
Unsure of the purity of hope.
I believe in hope.
I don't believe in others though.
I don't think they know what hope is.
I still smile between grimaces,
And still hoping...
Hoping...
Unsure of my stance on hope.
I sing within myself
And kick my leg up randomly at nothing but air
Only to let those of us know
That sometimes hope
Only needs a kick of life.
Have you ever felt like a complete pawn?
A creature caught between good and evil,
Laughter and darkness,
Smiling between grimaces,
And hoping...
Hoping...
Unsure of the purity of hope.
I believe in hope.
I don't believe in others though.
I don't think they know what hope is.
I still smile between grimaces,
And still hoping...
Hoping...
Unsure of my stance on hope.
I sing within myself
And kick my leg up randomly at nothing but air
Only to let those of us know
That sometimes hope
Only needs a kick of life.
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Game Two ...
Game two of the Sox vs Padres was not my favorite.
We had the largest group with us....about thirteen friends, and two random Vegas guys that we sold Christy and Cindy's tickets too. They were a hoot. And drunk too. I loved that they had a flask with them.
Our friend Jon, who is a HUGE Sox fan and plays ball with us every week, had bought four tickets from us, and in his uncouth stupidity decides to bring his asshole roommate (whom I've known and loathed for quite some time) and he pissed me off. So I hit him. In the face.
It didn't matter though. I was good and smashed at the end of the game and had a great time regardless of the loss. 
Scott, getting ready for the game.
Mike Lowell's hot ass.
Me and Diane, ready to party!!
Asshole roommate is on the right.....the guy on the left probably saved his life by defusing my anger :)
Another Day, Another Reason to Smile
After today, I am now so much more certain that my decision was correct.
The woman that I would've worked under displayed less-than-honorary tactics. It's OK though. I smiled, raised my eyebrows and kept going. I only have to see her for three more days. So the work front is definitely better and I can definitely sleep at night now, Mom.
We played softball tonight, and because we play in a co-ed league, there are rules to protect people from the hard core aggression of the game. Thus, every base is allowed to be run through (as long as there is no move to the next base) and there is no sliding. There is also what is called a "no obstruction" rule, which means when covering a base, you must consider that the runner will run THROUGH and you cannot block the full base.
OK, so this fucking bitch on the opposite team was playing third. I walked my first time up, and the guy after me doubled. So I'm heading to third and she is all over that base like white on rice, so I put out my hands (now I realize I should've jutted out my elbows instead to spear her into the ground) and knocked her three feet off the bag. Of course, her team starts bitching.
I was safe though because of the rule. Not only that, there was never a throw to third anyway. Bygones. She starts a fight with me. This just gets me good and ready.....I so want to kick her ass that I feel invigorated with the game.
I believe our fight went like this:
Someone from her team: What happened?
She shrugs then says: She ran through me.
Me: You were all over the bag.
Her: Well I'm not going to get out of your way.
Me: Didn't say you had to.
Her: Good because I'm not going to.
Me: Fine, I'll just knock your ass over.
So LITERALLY next inning, we're on the field and Da Bitch is heading toward second. The girl covering second has never played with us before so she's feeling it out. She's all over the bag too and Da Bitch starts complaining. The coach for the other teams starts trying to call the "obstruction rule" BULLSHIT, so I get all vocal. What's good for the goose is good for the gander ... and she was pretty ganderish looking.
Anyway, the ump left it alone thankfully, or I think I would've been objected for shoving some manly slut's face into the dirt.
The woman that I would've worked under displayed less-than-honorary tactics. It's OK though. I smiled, raised my eyebrows and kept going. I only have to see her for three more days. So the work front is definitely better and I can definitely sleep at night now, Mom.
We played softball tonight, and because we play in a co-ed league, there are rules to protect people from the hard core aggression of the game. Thus, every base is allowed to be run through (as long as there is no move to the next base) and there is no sliding. There is also what is called a "no obstruction" rule, which means when covering a base, you must consider that the runner will run THROUGH and you cannot block the full base.
OK, so this fucking bitch on the opposite team was playing third. I walked my first time up, and the guy after me doubled. So I'm heading to third and she is all over that base like white on rice, so I put out my hands (now I realize I should've jutted out my elbows instead to spear her into the ground) and knocked her three feet off the bag. Of course, her team starts bitching.
I was safe though because of the rule. Not only that, there was never a throw to third anyway. Bygones. She starts a fight with me. This just gets me good and ready.....I so want to kick her ass that I feel invigorated with the game.
I believe our fight went like this:
Someone from her team: What happened?
She shrugs then says: She ran through me.
Me: You were all over the bag.
Her: Well I'm not going to get out of your way.
Me: Didn't say you had to.
Her: Good because I'm not going to.
Me: Fine, I'll just knock your ass over.
So LITERALLY next inning, we're on the field and Da Bitch is heading toward second. The girl covering second has never played with us before so she's feeling it out. She's all over the bag too and Da Bitch starts complaining. The coach for the other teams starts trying to call the "obstruction rule" BULLSHIT, so I get all vocal. What's good for the goose is good for the gander ... and she was pretty ganderish looking.
Anyway, the ump left it alone thankfully, or I think I would've been objected for shoving some manly slut's face into the dirt.
Monday, June 25, 2007
Almost Like Fenway
Game One: Friday night. Matchup: Matsuzaka vs. Some Padres Schmuck
Scott and I, behind home plate, ready to go. Little did we know how loud and in charge Red Sox Nation would be. At least 60% of the ballpark was RED SOX FANS!!!!!! I got pics....no worries! But when Papelbon threw the final pitch for a strikeout, the place literally vibrated....San Diego did not know what to do with us! It felt like Fenway, if even for a few hours. Got me homesick.
This is me with some Red Sox fans at the end of the night:
Funky Living Room
OK, so in a very cool happy moment, Scott and I revamped our living room this past weekend. We used some of the stuff picked up from Costa Rica, Belize and Guatemala......hope you dig it as much as we do!
Thanks Bri
A quick thanks to my bro-in-law Brian for his wise words in his last comment to me. I know that perhaps my emotionalism concerning the people I work with may affect me later, but the true lesson for me in considering this matter was not who I may work for 5 years from now, but from whom I will gain knowledge and solid mentorship right now. Yes, I do love the folks at FOX but I was considering leaving them until the exact moment when I had to make a decision.
In short, on Friday, I had a very stark conversation with a man that knows quite a bit about the TV industry and in speaking with him, I realized I was a pawn on both sides of the spectrum. Someone needed me. I needed money. But knowledge is cash in the end and I truly believe that a year...maybe two....you will see me in a far better position than I'm in now. In the end, would I rather be a poor saleswoman that makes maybe 60G's a year? Or would I rather be someone to be reckoned with, cashing in at well over 6 figures? I chose the path that might be longer, but will be more beneficial.
Thank you so much for your advice, and believe it or not, you remind me of the man I spoke with on Friday. He was concise, to the point, and very objective. I appreciate your thoughts, your solid points and your support. Know that I appreciate you and your advice!
Thanks!
Robincita de la Campbellita
In short, on Friday, I had a very stark conversation with a man that knows quite a bit about the TV industry and in speaking with him, I realized I was a pawn on both sides of the spectrum. Someone needed me. I needed money. But knowledge is cash in the end and I truly believe that a year...maybe two....you will see me in a far better position than I'm in now. In the end, would I rather be a poor saleswoman that makes maybe 60G's a year? Or would I rather be someone to be reckoned with, cashing in at well over 6 figures? I chose the path that might be longer, but will be more beneficial.
Thank you so much for your advice, and believe it or not, you remind me of the man I spoke with on Friday. He was concise, to the point, and very objective. I appreciate your thoughts, your solid points and your support. Know that I appreciate you and your advice!
Thanks!
Robincita de la Campbellita
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