Half of my heart

The "off season" is coming to and end. Matt is coming home tomorrow and the house is almost ready.  All I have left to do is hang a few pictures and bring my TV over.... So excited. It is definitely gonna be weird though I am not going to lie. I sometimes sit and wonder how are two very different lives will enjoy living together. I know as long as I can watch my shows I will be fine. I need to be a little more exciting of a character now that Matt is home... I tend to go home from work and then coaching to lay in bed till around 10:30 watching a variety of tivoed reruns including BH 90210, One Tree Hill, and of course TBS reruns of Sex and the City. Not to mention all my other faves... Mon-Gossip Girl and 90210. Thursday- Vampire Diaries, Its always sunny, and The League. Looks like I will have to get him hooked as well. In college we were addicted to the OC on Thursday nights. He would come over and we would cuddle up to watch it, then after he would tuck me in to go to bed because I usually had practice at 5:30 in the morning. Then he would go out. It was kind of our cute little tradition.

A dorky as this sounds I am excited to start creating traditions together. We are always apart, though we know each other pretty well. Perfect example of how well I know that idiot... He calls me on Friday and is acting pretty sweet. Asking me how I feel, because I have been pretty sick.  I knew something was up. We had a great conversation and then towards the end I knew he wanted to throw something on me... He started out asking with "If its not ok I wont go, but...." I stopped him I already knew what he was asking, he wanted to stay in San Diego longer and go to the Chargers game on Sunday. He was suppose to come home Sat. I told him it was fine, but I know that I know you really wont be home till Tuesday. He asked me how I knew that. I know that because if he does Sunday Funday in San Diego, he will be too tired aka hungover to drive home Monday, so I responded to all this with "See you Tuesday Babe, cant wait!" Then he told me " You know me too well" Back to my post... I know I jump around, its how my head works get used to it.

  Its exciting to know that when I get home late from a tough practice that he will be waiting for me... For some reason he makes everything better for me. Last week I wrote about the awkward turtles that I encountered at the bars. I was pretty upset about it and he just makes it all better. He always knows how to calm the crazies down inside me. Or if he cant he just tells me to stop before he cuts me from the team, and then I yell back please I will cut you from my team. Its funny how it all goes back to baseball with us

So excited that he is coming home. When Matt's gone its like half of me is missing. I tend to not plan my life with out him and when he is gone I am on hold. Anyways enough cheezyness haha, expect an post about me complaining about living with a stinky boy who farts all the time soon.

xoxo,
me

Keep your eyes peeled for akward turtles.

So most recently I would like to think I have grown up and am starting to mature. Ha, but really. I am at a point in my life where I am pretty confident and their are actually very few people I have a problem with. I remember after turning 21, feeling so nervous about who I would run into at the bars. I didn't really want to be seen or noticed believe it or not. Now a days you can't really miss me in a bar, I usually am towering over everyone at about 6'3 to 6'4 and I don't mind it especially when I am with Matt because together we look like Breaders! Occasionally I get the usual "whoa you are tall" or "why are you so tall" followed by, "wow you might be the tallest person in this bar." This past Sat I got "I don't really like tall girls" which I responded with, "good because I don't like ugly dudes." But this is besides the point and not my story I wanted to blog about.

OK back to the point... I am a confident mature adult. (yes really I am) As a normal human being on this planet if someone says hi to you, the MATURE thing would be to say hi back. Even if its all you say. In most recent events, people stare at me really badly. I mentioned this to my brother in law a few weeks ago, he proceeded to roll his eyes, but later on came up to me and admitted that people do stare at me really badly. So in a response to the awkward turtle stare I sometimes say hello, whether I know the person or not. This weekend I went out for the first time in a while. It was my friends Birthday and I wanted to help her celebrate because she did the same for me. Unannounced to me I was the fucking 6'4 awkward turtle smiling and waving at people who clearly do not want to say hi to me. An old friend actually shook her head at me like a creature as I waved to her. Haha it was pretty bad. I was upset about these encounters mainly because as much as I am a big bitch I do believe in Karma and try to be nice to everyone. Life is too short to have enemies right? But it did piss me off that I went out of my way to be an adult and got a five year old response in return. My favorite "to cool to say hello story" happened last hockey playoff season at 180 in Los Gatos. I was in the bathroom with another girl. Lets just call her Sharks Groupie. So Sharks groupie was actually sitting right next to me at the game in the players family/ wive/ slutty groupy bartender section. So me avoiding the awkward turtle situation I said... ME: I think I sat next to you at the games? Her: No you didn't? Me: Ugh yeah I am pretty sure you fucking high fived me when they won? Her: Still duh face stare... Me: saying in head "Idiot." People are so weird. Anyways I think I am going to stop waiving at people and stop being nice and just let them be their miserable selves.

In non bitter Rachel mode. Matt is coming home this week! So excited to have my best friend home, he helps me not sweat the small things.

Playoffs start tonight in Maui!

Hey baseball fans, get excited the Golden State Baseball League playoffs start tonight! Wha wha wha... Is that mean, hahaha.
So Matt's playoffs start tonight in Maui, Hawaii! All the other wives and girlfriends are there using it as an excuse for a vaca, but not I for more than one reason. Well the first is we are in the "OFF Season" as Matt jokingly calls the time he is in baseball season. He thinks its funny to pretend like I have to leave him alone because he is "working." During the "off season" I am the perfect cheer leader. (Sure babe I don't mind that you couldn't call last night because you went to the bars after your game and its "too loud" to talk HAVE FUN!) Haha believe me its not worth the trouble. He always texts me goodnight though so I wake up to a text. It makes my day!  Ahh the little things that make this girl happy. The second reason is because I have to coach aka babysit my high school water polo team. Jk I love my girls! Anyways playoffs are a minor league baseball players dream because they get a BIG shiny ring if they win, (Matt has 3 already) and they also get excited because they get to play baseball longer. In Matt's case enjoy the "off season" for a few more weeks. Most girls hate the playoffs because they add another two-three weeks to the season. I remember one summer when Matt was with the Mets and on The Hagerstown Suns, in Maryland. Their playoffs went on for months, or at least it felt like it. I think he got home in October. I was only 20 at the time sooo sad just waiting and waiting for him. Now a days I deal, but its always a little bittersweet. A part of me wouldn't mind having him home early because I miss having my best friend, but I am a TEAM player! Soooo with that said GO FLYERS!
Isn't he cute!

Am I a blogger...

So here goes... After reading a couple of friends blogs I decided I wanted to start a blog... Sometimes I see things that cause me to say geez I could definitely write about that if I had a blog.  A perfect example of this is: I was visiting my sister in San Francisco a few weeks a go. She lives in the Marina right by Fort Mason. During my visit I started to notice a trend... GRASS PEOPLE. For those of you not familiar with the term grass people, "grass people" are people who are so in love that they lay on the grass just holding each other while laying there sooo in love. They don't have a care in the world, all they need is a public grass area with high foot traffic and their significant other. Anyways I started wondering could I be a  "grass person" Matt (my boyfriend) is definitely not "grass people". Long story short I started to think about if I had a blog I would definitely blog about grass people at least once a month, maybe even try and attempt to mock a grass person. Which lead me to this... I am for sure not a grass person, but could I be a blogger.

I don't really know if I am the blogging type. Who are these blogger people? Do they have jobs? (Grass people are probably bloggers) They couldn't possibly have jobs like mine right. I have decided that instead of spending my 5-10 minutes a day on facebook I can blog. Hopefully some of this blogging can possibly translate over into my book... Which I will talk more about later. So I hope to be more productive in blogging and less productive in creeping, aka facebooking. Though I do love my facebook, but I want to get going on my book and I think this will help me. Besides emailing and facebooking I tend to not write as much, so I also hope that blogging will get my creative writing juices flowing! Stay tuned.

xoxo
Rach