RIP lil Peppy

Vroom. Vroom.

A friend of mine paid upwards of $200 to see the innaugural Grand Prix of San Jose. While I am certainly happy that he has an interest that doesn't involve Xena or Hercules.. I cannot understand what the sport is even about. The one thing that was very clear: IT WAS LOUD. I live a good 3 miles away, and out my window, I could hear the cars revving and screeching around the track. This is unnecessary. I was also terribly frightened that a car would lose control and smack into one of our beautiful buildings.. I mean I drive like a maniac at like 45 miles an hour.. Can you imagine what kind of damage can be done at 150+? I understand that they had to go around the track 100 times.. This brings up an interesting idea.. Sometimes when I drive, I get into a funk and after a minute or two revive myself and wonder how I got where I am.. I seem to day-dream drive.. Do these drivers do it too? Something for Mr Taylor Woodrow to think about next time.. The beautiful PG&E building might be in danger!!

Are the birds trying to tell us something?

With the news of a wee bird being killed by the space shuttle as it rocketed into space, I began to remember other such "accidents" and started to wonder if the birds are in fact suicide birds. What if they are actually part of Jihad? I must email Geraldo right now so he can get on it..

One more Landon comment,promise!

This was the defeated Landon in front of the Quakes fans. I lost my voice that night.. and my pretty pink, LANDON SUCKS, sign made its point.. Did I mention?

BOO LANDON!!

This is where the confusion began...

While I was watching the game today.. I admit (as I have stated in previous posts) that I did feel a twinge of guilt that I no longer am a fan of Donovan. These feelings came after seeing a clip of the 2002 MLS All star game that was played at Spartan stadium and I was in attendance. I was in the front row for Landon's famous immitation of Brandi Chastain...(see photo)

Luckily, they played a little bit of a Landon interview over the top of the footage. He couldn't believe that he did such foolish things.. and he claimed he had grown up so much since then. Its too bad that growing up means stabbing your fans in the back... BOO LAANDON!

The reality...

There is no bigger rivalary then the Quakes versus The Galaxy.
When Landon CHOSE to return to MLS to play for the OTHER team, he became the enemy. Players are constantly shuffled around the league.. This season we have 2 former Galaxy members, Califf and Moreno, but they came because the Galaxy felt they no longer needed them .. They were discarded. Landon CHOSE to abandon the bond he had with the San Jose fans... for what, I don't know. I do know that there was no sweeter victory then Landon's first visit back to Spartan in the Yellow jersey.. and Landon was booed every time he touched the ball (me being the loudest) and the Quakes reigned victorious 3-0!!! GO QUAKES!

History

How can I possibly have hate for such a sweet boy you ask.. His little hand is barely big enough to hold onto the ball..

Today I asked myslef this very question.. As the MLS Allstars trampled Fulham FC (4-1), I saw Landon the way I did in the begininning. I remember when I called the Earthquakes head office and my account rep excitedly told me that we had gotten Donovan. I had no idea who he was at the time...and little did I know what an impact he would make on the soccer scene. For the next several years, Landon gave his heart and soul to the San Jose fans and in return , we gave him ours. The threat was always looming that Bayer Leverkusen, the team that owned his contract, would call him back. There was genuine excitement that he was playing as well as he was, but with that we knew Bayer Leverkusen would want him back. At the end of last years season, we were met with the news that he was returning to Germany.

I was a little sad.. but knew he had little to say in where he was heading. We bid him adieu and wished him well..

Hello faithful reader...

And I do mean that literally .. as in singular.. uno.. ONE.. it really doesn't matter if anyone actually reads what I write.. the point IS to write, right? Today was one of them days.. I try and look 1/2 way decent .. you know, brush the hair and the teeth.. dab on a hint of rouge.. etc,.. I wake up to discover that I didn't wash out all the conditioner from my hair... (this space left blank for audible gasps from reader).. It is the shit. I have no time to re-wash my hair.. and NOTHING can be done with it. I actually spent alot of time conditioning it, but it looks like shit... Period.. and all day, I get that weird itchy feeling like I am dirty..
And my poor foot is a little on the hurt side.. I stepped on something and it has thrown my whole body out of whack.. I try and limp and not put pressure on the bad foot, but then I am over using the other leg ...which in turn makes it all weak and sad.. AND then, I had like a headache ALL day.. I am talking ALL day!! And it was one of those headaches that it simply hurts to even breath.... woe is me..
but, alas.. dear reader... as my crazy ass, poofy haired friend (names withheld to protect skeeters reputation) would say, God Is good... Just as my day appears to be pure shit... I hear the pitter patter of crazy dog outside. What is crazy dog you ask?? Sometimes when I keep Pepper.. (my other pooche, my boy.. see photo) in the house.. and he rests too much, he becomes possessed.. Taken over body and spirit by a run away jet engine.. his back feet literally get in front of his front feet and he is just a blur across the walk way.. That makes the entire bad day go away.. Both my dogs are really kewl.. and I love em.. aside from them not coming out of my kootch they are my kids.. !! xo, ciao for now.. My boy is ganging up on my lil girl.. a mothers job is never done!

I hate my job...

I really don't believe when God invented me he had it in his head that I would be selling phone service.. I mean I don't believe that he created as kick ass a person as me .. and then he turned around and made this the purpose of my life.
What my purpose is exactly, I do not know.. I do know that I hate my job.. it has no true meaning and it is just a huge waste of time.
I do work with some great people... Fun people.. They really make it an ok place to be.. I would never have met these people were it not for the horrific job I endure.. (mad props to Lisa and Lucy.. and my sister girl Brenda! And peace out to Debbie and Bernie "boobs" flores! )
With that said, I must tell you .. Some of the people that I work with are the dregs of society .. I am talking BOTTOM of the barrel.. Stupid ass.. beyotches and ho's.. I am talking uneducated crazy F'ers!! No names are necessary because it is blatantly obvious who these MO FO's are.. I digress.. and can hear the faint chorus "......bad boys, bad boys.. whatcha gonna do..." My T.V. is 'a callin. Ciao

Yes we is a pretty bunch.

ok. Now that I have vented.. an opportunity for you, my faithful reader, to enjoy something that has brought me immense happiness.. My pooch!

Venti Cappachino

(last name withheld to protect her privacy)

I feel the need to break into song....

".............isn't she lovely, isn't she wonderful..doo wop..."

damn, I should have bought the sheet music.. thats all i know.. ciao.

Deep cleansing breath...

OK.. I am a little better.. I happened to have the radio in the bathroom.. Don't ask me now about that.. I will address this later as well.. (Mental note to self disscuss Howard Stern and Sirius in bathroom) So, I ran a hot bath and E-N-J-O-Y-E-D the vocal stylings of the wonderful Mr. John Schrader.. He gives GREAT game. I joyfully listened as the Quakes took the rapids in a 2-1 beaute of a game.

Go Quakes.

random notes........... Always BEAT L.A. .. Landon sucks.. he is traitor scum..or as I saw plastered on a wonderfully crafted sign.. Landon is a prima-donovan

I hate San Jose Soccer........

Ok, let me clarify.. I love the Quakes.. L-O-V-E them.. Every single one of them.. Even the creepy Kit Man Malcolm... What I have a MAJOR problem with is that I cannot stand how little the city pays attention to soccer. We are in the midst of losing them.. They are 2/3 of their way to Houston..Some Mexican mafiaesque team is fixin' to steal em and move em' on out.. and NO ONE cares.. Its sad.. I mean, I faithfully attend EVERY game.. Watch on the television when they are away, and glue myself to AM radio for chrissake when they don't make it to the TV.. And no one cares...What really pissed me off today was that the game started at 6:30 ..6:30.. Yes, 6:30.. But it didn't actually start broadcasting until 7:00.. What I don't think people understand, especially the A Holes at 1590 KLIV, is that people plan there schedule around such things as start times.. and when you R-U-N home to catch the game.. SO you can crack open a beer.. (ok I don't drink beer, but I am trying to paint a picture here.. go with it) in the comfort of your own home and excitedly turn on the radio at 6:30 .. and then find some stupid news show about changing kids diets so they can be taken off ridalin??? Who cares? Not me!! Let kids be fricken kids.. and stop over annalyzing every damn thing!! And understand.. when I want to hear the Quakes, play the damn game!! Why carry the game at all??? If you start it late..Whats the point... They are such pieces of shit.. I mean really..

Its 12:08am .. Have you seen my husband?

Being alone sucks. I mean I am married, but where the heck is he? We work different shifts.. As I am getting home, he is rolling off to start his day. I like the space, but I need the man for chrissake! Its after midnight.. the dogs are on the sofa.. peaking out the window.. wanting to know where daddy is.. what is keeping him.. I am beginning to wonder, too...but never fear, he just pulled up. Of course it will take him an hour to get into mother Alves fortress.. I will speak on that later... Ciao!

Beckham finally got his teefers fixed..!

So, Saturday was FILLED with soccer.. I know it has become a theme.. (Saturdays filled with Soccer) ..but what do you expect? I did pay 70.00 smacks to the man to see all the games.. I was excited that after the game at RFK stadium, Real Madrid was playing some Spanish team.. (Yes this means the fabulous David Beckham was there!!!) They showed David arriving at the venue.. and as soon as I saw him, memories of "Bend it Like Beckham" came flooding back.. That movie is forever scarred with the final scene of david belting out a tune.. and all you can see are his hideous English teeth... I actually felt bad for him. I mean if you have Beckham money there should be a list of things that are automatically taken care of.. #1 TEETH. They have to be good.. they are the window to the soul, right? Some famous person said that! ANYWAYS, when he spoke to Brandi Chastain, his gleaming chiklets were beautiful! Good 'ol Posh must've seen the movie footage and made him get em fixed..

I am certainly not laughing...

So, I raced home to be in front of the tele to watch my boys play.. and the first thing that went wrong was that the afternoon heat was puttin me to sleep. I mean have you ever been in such a sleep funk that you catch yourself sleeping and try and snap yourself out of it.. ??

I turned on the air to like 30 degrees to shock my system awake... that didn't work!
I drank like 3 cups 'o' coffee.. that didn't work..
the only thing that finally did it.. the thing that woke my ass up.. was when John Schrader hollered.. GOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAL .. and it wasn't one of ours. The Quakes were kind of in the same funk I was in.. I understand it was really hot and muggy in D.C. and that must have just taken the ooomph out of their little hot bodies.. but they were just really unrecognizable.. playing really sloppy...not marking well.. not completing passes.. I am glad I got to see the game.. but damn, I sure wish they would a won!
We have to pray now that by the grace of God, Chivas wins tomorrow againt L.A.... It is highly unlikely.. but I have hope.

What are you laughing at exactly?

OK, so at lunch I went to Walmart. I have seen that special about how Wal Mart is an evil empire and the whole place is pulling down the American way of life, but in all honesty they have kick ass prices. I needed a coffee maker because the one that we have is very tempermental.. emphasis on the "mental" .. I never realized that the world was so hustle and bustle on a Wednesday afternoon. It took me f-o-r-e-v-e-r to get through the MO FO line. I mean come on people.. haven't you ever heard about a lunch hour? We have to squeeze a lot in to that hour, don cha know? Maybe its not the best time to do the yearly "stock up on every damn thing"- Wal Mart run.. And I use run as a noun.. certainly not as a verb in this case, because these people DO NOT move!
I guess the day itself started out shitty because I have this routine.
Get up.. Get dressed. Drop pooch off at Ma's .. Get coffee.. go to work..
Everything was splendid up until the Get coffee.. And to be completely honest, without that critical aspect of the morning.. The day is shit. I was happily merging on 880 .. when my day started to fall into suck mode.. The sob's in the "traffic calming" office (what the F????) have decided that there #1 goal is to have freeways running smoothly.. At any cost.. I guess if the traffic copters see cars moving on the freeway, no complaints.. well, the copters obviously don't see that the damn stop lights to get on the freeway are backed up for.. literally..miles!
It took me like 1/2 an hour to get on the damn freeway.. it was a city block in distance.. and the damn light held me captive.. AGH.. down with the calming of traffic.. Let traffic rage!!! LONG LIVE WILD TRAFFIC!!! this 1/2 hour of imprisonment ate up the critical starbucks time.. and I went to work with NOTHING.. woe is me .. :(

I am done speaking French.. Its Tuesday

Well, I am excited because I get to leave early on Friday. The Quakes have an away game and of course it starts at the weirdest time.. 430. I can't really work the VCR .. and Victor refuses to tape it for me.. and even if he did, he would tape it on this weird super VHS which wont work on my laye person VCR. My 'surgery' is fast approaching.. Pa finally aquiessed and said he would kick down some cash.. But I dont need it/want it.. I like having the independance thing under my belt. ho hum.

Phase 1 part three (not sure how to say 3 in french)

Today was very productive. I actually woke up at like 430 am.. and freaked out thinking it was Monday.. and reset my alarm clock to wake up on time for work. AGH. Its hard to believe I am able to function 1/2 asleep, but I do it... ho hum. I finally realized it was in fact Sunday and I reset the alarm.
Woke up and went to church. Like the whole church thing.. There was a visiting priest today.. from St Patricks.. An Irish priest if you can believe it. He was talking about how he was a missionary in Africa and the Catholic church helped this poor country revolt against the dictatorship.. Pretty kewl. Saw Father Leo.. I kind of think of him as my little priest..
I sent him a letter a few weeks ago asking for his help.. I kinda want his guidance figuring things out.. well, I just sent him my first "issue" letter .. the one about not being able to handle the idea of nothing.. lets see how long he takes to respond. .. I figure, hey free therapy right?

anyways... off to bed now. much love to my homies. xoxox

The scandle.......revealed.

I am here to debunk what the fellas really
say in these pre game huddles..




My boys ... the glorious quakes .. (sigh)
They are talking about ME! I am paraphrasing
here, but I imagine it goes something like this...
"hey did you catch that stone cold fox in the first row..
damn i didn't realize they came that purdey.."
Now they only have like 30 seconds to
have this little exchange, so they get right to the point!!

Side note for the ladies.... (well, and some boys too
I spose...) Did you notice their thighs?
They are HUGE! Love me a thick man. xoxoxo

Phase 1 part deux

So, today was a weird day. I was really tired and I slept till 1pm if you can believe it. I pretty much was lazy girl wonder today. I was really excited that the day was chalk filled with soccer. Every 1/2 hour a new game started. The capper was my boys, the Quakes, in Columbus. Well, as usual.. when you want something bad, the shit hits the fan. The Mo Fo's at Comcast decided that they would conspire against sweet lil ole me and basically f with the signal.. I was lucky to see like ..end to end.. 10 minutes of the game. I heard..oooooooal.. and saw Eddie running.. and then when they replayed the goal, it went black.. You tell me?? c-o-n-s-p-i-r-i-c-y! Its probably those f'ers at AEG.. they seem to want to make my life living hell. But, everything was right in the world.. Even though the f'ers at FSN tape delayed the game because they feel its unimportant, I did get to see the game in its entirety. AND the galaxy scum lost .. so we are in 2nd place all by our lonesome.. YEAH US!

Phase 1

hmm. I figured I would document the perils of being me and you would enjoy reading about it. I mean I am a pretty interesting person if you get right down to it. I mean hello, look at me! Back at you in a bit!