You Might Be A Baseball Mom If…

Gabriel Baseball tagged

It’s that time of year again. The sun is shining, birds are chirping, and baseball diamonds are a buzz with crazed baseball moms. That’s right, tis the season for fabulous, ball bag toting, bling shirt wearing baseball moms. You think dance moms have the supportive sport mom thing in the bag, oh now… baseball moms can get down and dirty with the boys while sporting perfectly applied eyeliner. Baseball moms are truly a unique breed.

You Might Be A Baseball Mom If…

  • You shout actions in threes. “Go GO GOOO” … “Catch it, catch IT, CATCH IT” … “Run Run RUN”. Because a simple “run” wouldn’t do and saying it 4 times would be redundant.
  • You invest in a wheely cooler to make it easier to tote around every flavor of Gatorade incase your little one runs out, another kid runs out, or there is another baseball hydration inspired emergency. Gatorade that you refer to by color: red, blue, yellow, orange. Do they actually have flavors, what flavor is blue anyway?
  • You’ve spent hours bent over a table like a mad scientist getting bedazzler elbow from painstakingly gluing rhinestone onto tanks tops, t-shirts, and sweatshirts. Because “Hambones Mom” can only be properly represented in jewels and glitter.
  • You stop referring to other adults by their names. In fact you may not actually know the other parents names. Everyone has become, “Nick L.’s Mom” or “Will the short stops dad”.
  • You find yourself saying phrases like: “Way to get a piece of it.” “Michael stop playing with your cup.” and “Swing it like you mean it.”
  • You can tell anyone the score of your kiddos last ball game, how many runs they scored, or how fast they pitch. BUT… you have no idea who’s starring in the latest Blockbuster (Channing Tatums abs right?), can’t name the last time you read a book (does Casey at Bat count?), or blank when someone asks you when the last time you spent a weekend not at a tournament (When Santa came to town I think).
  • You’ve justified ballpark nachos as diet food. Nacho cheese is dairy and dairy is good for you right? I think I saw a commercial on TV that said that once.
  • You have no issue becoming the Hulk and chewing out, in epic fashion, the 15 year old umpire you watched get dropped off by his mom before the game. It doesn’t matter that he’s trying to earn money for college and that he’s just a kid, the kid needs to get glasses because Charlie was clearly safe on third.

Baseball moms love’em or fear’em, we come around every spring and we don’t go away until fall. Without us, little league wouldn’t be so fabulous or feisty.




Friday the 13th Inspired Movie Marathon

Friday the 13th is upon us again, you can run… you can hide… but there is no escaping it. What is it about this day and date pairing that gives people the willies?

Some suffer from friggatriskaidekaphobia, the phobia of Friday the 13th which impacts more than 17 million (that’s about 1 in 20) people in the United States alone. So look around your office, one of those people would be perfect to prank today. Now that you’re pondering that, you’re welcome! The actual root of Friday the 13th being a day to hide away in order to avoid bad luck is up for debate. There was no mention of Friday the 13th being unlucky before the 19th century. Though the number 13 has long been considered an unlucky number. I for one will be locked away this evening, not hiding, but taking the opportunity to enjoy a Friday the 13th inspired movie marathon. Won’t you join me?

On my moviepalooza list:

It’s a must on such a day to watch such a movie. Classic slasher flick. Great starting point.

Don’t judge me. I Know What You Did Last Summer lumps together jump out of your seat cinema with almost too much hotness for one movie.

This movie actually made me sleep with the lights on and almost wet my pants. I’m not to proud to admit that this movie scared the ever loving bajeezous out of me. Oh and the masks, shiver, no thank you.

Since about 7th grade this has been one of my favorite movies. I can quote the entire things, I still yell at Sidney when she runs upstairs instead of out the front door, and I laugh myself silly at the end when Stu cries about how his mom and dad are going to be so mad at him. Love this movie, including the sometimes lame sequels.

And if those haven’t scared you past the point of being able to fall asleep here is another favorite scary movie that  doesn’t exactly fit in the slasher genre, but will have you jumping at the bumps in the night.

Jeepers creepers, where’d you get those peepers, jeepers creepers, where’d you get those eye! That song alone can stop me in my tracks. Flying demon thing clunking around collecting body parts, yup I’ll be double checking that my windows are locked.

So you might get stalked by a crazy dude wearing a hockey mask who wants to kill you… but you probably won’t.

What’s your favorite scary movie?



The Fault in Our Stars Survival Guide

Sniffle….sniffle…cough…. I’m okay, I’m okay. Unless you’ve been living under a rock, or are male, you know that the movie The Fault in Our Stars came out over the weekend. It slammed into theaters with a mile high wave or crumpled up tissues and waterproof mascara. People flocked to theaters in droves for opening weekend, I… was not one of them because the ole BF would hear none of it. The conversation went something like this:

“Baby will you please come see a movie with me this weekend?” Me

“Sure, what movie?” BF

“Um (hurry think of a manly movie lie, trick ’em trick ’em) Um The Fault in Our Stars (Drat).” Me

“What’s it about?” BF

“Well remember that book I read…” Me

“The one that made you ugly cry?” BF

“Yes, but…”Me

“No.” BF

“But…” Me

“I’m sorry I have to brush my hair that night.” BF

“But.. what night…” Me

“All weekend and everyday after. Hair brushing and counting the grains in the hardwood, sorry babe I’m super busy right now.” BF

“Seriously?” Me

Well with my guy engrossed in hair and wood, I turned to the girls, who should have been my first call anyway. With a little texting magic girls night was planned. Now ladies let’s talk about girls night, does anyone else start out getting ready for girls night with a bed that looks like this.


But at the end of getting ready your bed looks like this.


And it never fails what you end up wearing is the very last thing you pull out of your closet. Girls Night is my version of a red carpet event. I get to put away my flip-flops and strut around like a sassy slightly clumsy flamingo in 6 inch hooker heels that I honestly have no business wearing. I spend an extra 20 min on my makeup, bust out the fancy Victoria’s Secret perfume, and give my hair a little extra lovin. It is impossible for me to venture out for girls night without making it my own personal fashion catwalk adventure. Something guys don’t realize, we don’t get all dolled up for them, oh no no no. We get all super hot, to impress the ladies. It is our mission to hear our gal pal or stranger in line at the ladies room say, “Great shoes” or “You hair looks amazing”.

I also can’t attend a girls night without making it a party and what’s a party without party favors or in this case survival packs. I know someone is going to scold me, but I still smuggle contraband into the movie theaters. It’s a cry from my inner bad girl that I just can’t ignore. I never got a detention, broke curfew, or snuck out growing up… so this is my version of living on the edge. Breakin’ the law one contraband M&M at a time.

Chick FLick Survival

These were super easy to make, the hardest part was tying the bow, I do good to tie my shoes thus the reason I live in flip-flops. Well that and flip-flops make my feet happy, but that’s really here nor there. These little survival packs housed everything we’d need to make it through this chick flick all tied up in a not so pretty bow. Each pack had a single serving plastic bottle of wine (classy and only $1 each), M&M’s (50 cents is all it took to meet our chocolate needs), adorable travel size of tissues ($2 for an 8 pack and worth every cent). I then wrapped the ribbon around, tied an awkward looking bow, and tada chick flick survival packs. Necessary and compact enough to fit in just about any purse. I highly recommend these fun little favors your next girls night.

As for the movie, The Fault in Our Star….

Yeah that pretty much sums it up.

What did you think of the movie The Fault in Our Stars? Did you read the book? Tell me in the comments.