Calf Fry 2008

With a bit of nervous anticipation I traveled to Calf Fry 2008 Friday night.

I wasn't nervous about the company I would be with, only nervous because the last two outings with Jo had been a bit on the odd side. So, the hopes were that the Calf Fry would break that trend. And it did.

The day was a busy one. We had a very successful phone bank Thursday and continued it on Friday with equal success. It was a lot of work but paid off for the station. I was on the road to Stillwater by 7pm and on my first beer and balls by 8:30ish.

The music was Awesome - of course and the company was even better. I don't remember a lot of Friday. Except the part where some random man in the audience volunteered his shoulders so I could see Cody better. I kindly thanked him and had a bird's eye view of the concert for awhile. You won't see pictures. I made Jo promise to delete them... Hopefully she did.

Saturday was Boland day. Or as I was told, we were only there because of me... Gotta love my friends. They forced themselves to partake in a second day of beer and balls just for me.

By the time No Justice took the stage I had somehow gotten seperated from Jo and Carolyn. But saw a good show of Brady's uhm well, saw a good show! No Justice has two of the best looking boys in the Red Dirt circuit. Then not long before Boland took the stage I found myself surrounded by frat boys. One of whom offered his shoulders after Boland began singing. So, again, I had a bird's eye view of the stage.

All I can say about the weekend is - Good Times - Good Friends - Memories for a Lifetime. Especially of Carolyn falling off the fake bull after only 4 seconds.

We all received a rose from a man that shelled out what we thought had to have been a LOT of money just to give roses to the prettiest girls he could see. (That's our story anyway)

Saturday was also pretty darn cold. Fortunately for me, the Stragglers happened to be selling hoodies. That was good because I was wearing my stragglers tank and was beginning to freeze even before the sun went down.

Anywho, our next big party is Fever. Willie will be there. And this year they have a Texas Country night - Boland, Pat and Kevin will be there. Pretty much that day will have something for all three of us!

Long days and pleasant nights.

People in High Places...

I was pondering what to blog about today. In fact I've started several times and the subject just didn't seem interesting to me. So, if I'm not interested I'm absolutely positive you won't be either.

Then Jo told me the line-up for Willie's picnic. After I lifted myself up off the floor, I googled Willie's Picnic - just to make sure she isn't dreaming. What did I find when I googled Willie's Picnic? Well you should try it.

But I'll save you some time. The first and second options are a CMT article about the picnic. Option #3 (technically #2) is:

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WILLIE'S PICNIC. RUMOR has it that the 4th of July picnic will be in San Antonio this year! I gotta say - I love me some San Antonio. I love me some Willie! ...jojodreamer.blogspot.com/2008/02/willies-picnic.html - 65k - Cached - Similar pages

HOLY WOW. Jo has made the big time. I mean we knew the place was famous when it was printed in that newspaper in California. But WOW!

Jo is #2 out of 235,000 entries to view. That's clout!

Long days and pleasant nights.

GoodBye Dear Friend...

I'm relatively new to the whole Red Dirt / Texas Music scene.

My introduction was Jason Boland and Cross Canadian Ragweed. (I came around very slowly on the CCRW bandwagon)

But from the beginning amongst the Boland, Green, Fowler, Morrow, et all music - I heard songs from Sai Childers.

I can't name one. Hell, I can only name one PFG song. Baby Doll... Sorry Jo. But I know his music nonetheless. He's already being mourned in the world that I love. And will be missed very much. I'm sure we will hear much of his music this weekend as his people gather in Stillwater.

So long Bob - I'm sure you've already met up with Waylon and Johnny and are singing away.

long days and pleasant nights

Sleeping with the Lights On...

Only the true Constant Reader can appreciate sleeping with the lights on.

The last time I remember actually being afraid of the dark was the night Gina gave birth to Justin. We were only 16 or 17. I brought a book to the hospital to read during the wait. It happened to be the latest paperback release of my then and now favorite writer. The name of the book was Salem's Lot. I slept with the lights on for weeks. I also remember making someone accompany me to my car, because it was dark. I closed the windows and never opened the door to anyone after dark.

I finished Duma Key at 1:16am. I know because I looked at the clock when I clicked on the lamp. I had read with the overhead light on. It seemed silly to leave it on the whole night. The funny thing is I began in the living room. Millie demanded we go to bed sometime around midnight. My normal routine is to turn out all the lights and hop in bed. Last night I started to do just that. Then just couldn't make my hand turn the lamp off until I had the bedroom light on. All I can say to that is WOW. Then I kept waking up and seeing dead people with moss on them standing in my bedroom. I think I actually woke myself up talking to one of them.

The fact that I couldn't put the book down didn't surprise me. That's par for the course with SK. There have been books that I trudged thru. My thoughts are he actually let Tabitha ghost write on a couple. Anywho, the vast majority of his work are nail-biters. Duma Key didn't let me down.

Will it make my top 5 list? Maybe si, maybe no. He did dis one of my favorite singers. I couldn't believe he used "Toby Keith" and "shitty country music" in the same sentence. But then, he is the King and this is fiction...

Long days and pleasant nights.

correction "...A White Man Who Can Shoot..."

Before you jump to conclusions, let me explain my newest favorite catch phrase.

Those of you that have spent any amount of time with me know that I'm as passionate about my politics as I am baseball and my family. In fact in my family - the Dellinger side anyway - you can't seperate yourself from your politics. Well unless you seperate yourself from the family. And if you do that - you are automatically deemed a damn Republican and have likely been kidnapped by a cult. At least that's what is told about you at the dinner table.

I've dated my share of Republicans. Kissed a few. Married one. Let me say that all but one of the Republicans mentioned in the previous sentence turned out to be HUGE mistakes.

Anywho. Jo and I have been known to show up at rather unexpected venu's. Especially of late. Jo is one of my true kindred spirits. However, she is as Republican as I am Democrat. And oddly we still love each other's company. We don't shy away from talking politics either. I've convinced her that she has made a political mistake or two, and she has convinced me of the same.

So when she called and said Cokie Roberts is coming to Tulsa. I didn't even let her finish before asking when and assuming we were going. It was the absolute best lecture I think I've attended. By far beat out John Stossel.

Cokie was funny and very insightful. Of course we didn't learn anything new. I came out just as democratic minded as when entering. Jo is more convinced of McCain's ability to win in November.

The thing that did catch me a bit off guard is that I am so with the National Opinion in my opinion of my party. When the floor was opened to questions, one of the questions was her opinion of vice presidential candidates. She gave a long answer that was boring to me about who and why McCain should choose this or that one. Then when she turned to the Dems - she stated very matter-of-fact that we have only had a white male in the White House. We will not have a white male on the head of the ticket and must counter that with "A White Man With A Gun."

While the crowd - 99% Republican, I'm sure - rolled with laughter. Jo slapped me on the leg - laughing her ass off - I thought to myself (at least I still think to myself) Holy F@*# - I am right. I haven't been on the inside of the party in a very long time, and yet, I'm still right (or should I say left). Mayhap I should rethink my career. If only my favorite Dem from OK would jump back into the game.

On another note about the night. Jo and I found ourselves well a bit uhm uncomfortable. You see we were the youngest by about 40 years. It was truly standing room only. That's good. and when Sam arrived and set up the camera to grab a VO of the event - I convinced him to point the camera every direction but ours. It's nice being the assistant to the Boss. =) And these ladies came prepared for a long wait. Knitting and all!

Long days and pleasant nights.

Life in general...

Your moodiness will dissipate if you are allowed your share of the spotlight. The tales you have to tell are rather out of place among your current audience. Seek out people who understand your manner of thinking.

It's about time my horoscope have some understanding. I'm really not moody. (No comments from the rafters...) But I haven't been in the spotlight for at least a week. That isn't good. My share of the spotlight is the Complete Spotlight!

I noticed it has been awhile since I've blogged. So here's a brief update:

Life has been extremely busy. Frank's Weather Call is a huge hit. So huge, we have a backlog of people wanting to sign up. That's a good problem to have. The goal is to be completely caught up by this evening. I even managed to get some work time in around my weekend activities.

The Driller's game was fun. Now I know not to move to Boston. I would hate to have to watch more than one game a year wearing a parka! I love Kenna, baseball isn't really her cup of tea, but she was there just for the funtime with the girls!

Nanna came to visit Millie Saturday afternoon. I thought she was visiting me, turns out, I was wrong. Millie and Nanna tried to nap, but there were just too many things for an A.D.D. puppy to get distracted with. So we brought out the leashes, roped the alligator and the 4 of us were off on a trek up Mt. Crumpit. Nanna turned into the Dog Whisperer half way thru the journey. Millie isn't sure how she feels about that... Then dinner at the Roadhouse and a concert at Dirty's topped off the night.

I would talk about the concert, (it was Bleau Edmondson) but we arrived at Dirty's around 7:30. He didn't take the stage until 11:30ish. Then the mic didn't work. I'm sure he rocked, but I couldn't hear it. The most entertaining portion of the Dirty's experience was the 80 yr old man in the rhinestone studded belt and starched Wranglers - dancing and thinking he was every woman's dream.

Ok, I'm off to Weather Call land. Many lives to save...

Long days and pleasant nights.

Landlords...

I know you have heard my mantra - "I have a Landlord and Batteries...Who needs a Man?" Well this morning I was reminded how wonderful it is to have a Landlord.

My plumbing has been a bit of a problem for a couple of weeks. I thought it was the overload of laundry when Nicole came home. Turns out, it wasn't Nicole's fault. Anywho, I called the Landlord at 9:30 this morning - RotoRooter was at my house at 10:30. WOW!

Then as we chatted. I told him about Millie's introduction to wasps. He is going to do some carpentry work on the house and get rid of the critters nesting in the attic. I also told him I would like to plant a small garden on the back side of the property. Turns out he is thrilled about that and is going to get the rest of the brush cleared out.

Before noon, my toilet was flushing again and the washing machine didn't back up into the bathtub! The small things truly are what make the world a happy place.

Now let's just hope the rain and scary weather stays away long enough for me to catch up on my sleep.

Long days and pleasant nights.

I Have A Date!

This is my new girlfriend. Her name is Diana.

Those of you that watch News Channel 8 - will recognize her. Yes, my new girlfriend is Diana Zoga. The really cute nightside reporter. She is actually one of my two office daughters.

Earlier this week we were whining to each other that we don't have anyone to watch Driller's games with. Then realized that we both absolutely love baseball. Diana's boyfriend is Rob and he works nights and can't go to games with her. So I'm going to be her standing Friday night date when the Driller's are at home! Let's all do the Happy Dance.

Rob has totally agreed to this. I think guys think it's cool when the girlfriend openly admits to dating another woman. In fact tonight when Diana and I were talking about Friday night, is when Rob learned about our arrangement. I asked him if he would get jealous. He told me he wouldn't be jealous of me, even though I'm really HOT. He knows this is all about Baseball and Beer! Anyway. This is going to be fun. I was all prepared to go to games alone another season.

Sorry, nothing more to say. My life this week has been all about WEATHER. Frank, I do still love you, but would rather not be called in to work at 3:30am...

Long days and pleasant nights.

Frank's Weather Call

Normally I wouldn't post an ad for anyone, especially my current employer, on TammieLand. However, we are now offering the most awesome service.

This really works. I signed my parents up. Within a couple of days "Frank" called to warn them of a tornado warning in their area.

Here's how it works:
Go to http://cfc.ktul.com/external.cfm?p=weathercall and sign up for a small $6.00 per year. You give your name, address (no po box or rural route accepted) and the phone numbers and/or email addresses you wish to have contacted. When a Tornado Warning/Severe Thunderstorm Warning and/or a Flash Flood Warning is issued in your area - "Frank" will call you.

This service is available for anyone in the United States. That does include Hawaii and Alaska. For those of you that have satellite service, elderly folks in your family or are like my mom and just want to get a call from Frank - I highly recommend the service.

End of commercial!

Long days and pleasant nights.

Again With The Love....

Ok, I'm going to stop reading my horoscope. Mayhap.

This morning, this is what I'm told:

Capricorn Tammie,The love of your life will be featured in a passionate display. Time may take its toll if you are single, but a partnership that is already on its way gets a huge boost of passion. Focus on letting everyone involved know what is important to you.

Again, I'm perplexed. What the F does "partnership...on its way" mean? Did I totally miss the signs of a relationship? How is it that I am in a "partnership" and can't figure out who the other person is? Am I really that naive? Has my BFFrank actually contacted Piazza already? Could it be that 10 seconds that JB's eyes and mine met last Saturday night was more than just my imagination?

Well not to worry because just below this incredibly coded horoscope is this offer. Just in case I need more help:

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Well, I'm all over that - NOT. I'm just going to wonder around in the woods until I happen upon an Oracle. That'll answer all my questions.

In the meantime - My Redbirds kicked some major butt last night. I must admit I had my worries about the team. With Rolen gone making Pujols the real team leader. They looked awesome last night. Pujols with the assistance of Molina really kept the young-uns going in the right direction. The downside to last nights said butt-kicking is the guys that were on the losing end were the Rockies. Sorry boys, I'm really trying to like you. And honestly the Rockies are a solid team with a great philosophy. I'll be supporting their farm team even more than usual this year. So, who knows mayhap in the future I won't cheer as loudly when Molina throws Holliday out at 2nd.

As for this season - we only have 161 games left. Where has the time gone?

Long days and pleasant nights.

Take Boland To Work Day...

When your day starts out a little less than wonderful. And the day before was a disaster. The best thing to do is grab your Hell Pony and take him to work with you.

The day will be so much brighter just knowing that you have him in your pocket. The trick is to keep him under wraps. People around you may not understand that huge smile on your face as he is explaining that if it ain't broke - don't fix it.

You and he are the only ones that really understand that it is Mexico or Crazy!

Trust me, as much fun as it is to "punch a bottle of jager" it is much more rewarding to just put the pony in your pocket and dance along.

When asked if you're ok - just smile and reply - "Yes - I'm in TammieLand and my Hell Pony is by my side."

The world is much much much better this way.

Now I'm off to Duma Key - Life could only be better if the Redbirds were with me also.

Long days and pleasant nights.

Horoscopes and Things....

Tammie, Passion heats up when you discover some common ground between you and a mysterious new acquaintance. That you two have things in common should speed up a bubbling intimacy.

I wonder why it is that my horoscope is ALWAYS dealing with intimacy? Everyone knows my thoughts of "love." It just doesn't exist - for me anyway.


My horoscope more times than not - talks about a person that either I have just met or am about to meet. What the H? I can get this exact same information while talking to myself. (At least I still talk to myself.) In fact conversations with myself are much more detailed. I at least give myself a description of this incredible man that I am about to meet. Information my horoscope loves to whithold.


Anywho, if any of you see a "mysterious" new person lurking in my area - give me a shout! I never notice those kinds of things.

Long days and pleasant nights.

The Bourbon Legend

What a weekend this has turned into.

With all my chores complete well before noon Saturday and Nicole nowhere in sight, I decided I would go see Boland. Even if I had to go alone.

Nicole came in around 5:30. I made her favorite - ghoulash and cornbread. We had a nice dinner. I helped myself to about half of the gift from Roger Clemens. Hit the shower. Kissed my daughter goodbye and headed downtown to the house Bob Wills built.

Let me lay the groundwork for why I was a bit hesitant in going.

First the Cain's is downtown. While Tulsa is working hard to bring that area back, it is still a scary place.

Second, my last outing to see a Texas Country group was a huge disaster. While I knew some of the songs, and Jo knew a lot of the songs, most of the twenty-somethings there didn't even realize a band was on the stage. All the girls looked like Paris Hilton and the boys were well, boys. Pretty much the band rocked, the audience sucked.

Third, I was on my own for this venture. If I were to try to get to the stage and some bimbo didn't want me there, who would have my back?

Fourth and most important, the last couple times we have seen Jason he was "Alien" or "Pod" Jason. We knew it was him if we closed our eyes and just listened. But if we watched, well the oddest things were happening on stage.

Last night I fell in love with Jason Boland all over again. He really rocked. While he is no longer the Jason Boland I have long loved he is a new JB that I really love. (He can eat crackers in my bed anytime, so to speak.)

The old Boland walked up to the mic and started singing and just stood there the whole set. He would drink the occasional shot of jager and chase it with Bud Light. Almost always had a cigarette. He was solemn, no smiles from this brooding man. I fell head-over-heals for him. His voice and songs were unmatched and true country.

New Boland waltzes to the mic and confidently belts out a song you would swear he had written. He is halfway thru it before you realize it's actually a song you know from Waylon! No cigarette now and he sips from a bottle of water. His voice is still classic Boland. No others can replicate that. You swear that Waylon song was actually Boland's all along. Yes, ladies he is THAT good. He has also begun talking to the audience. He chats with the band members - only Roger and Grady are still a bit stunned with this. He is having as much fun on the stage as we are in the pit.

Another wonderful thing about last night - the audience was there for Boland. He was able to stand back from the mic and allow us to sing a chorus or two of several songs. He told us while we sounded ok, we should probably try drinking some more. =D

There was only one fight that I saw. Hell, the band started just playing their instruments and watched as security broke it up. I think they played the chorus of Shot Full of Holes at least 5 times while watching security. Boland mocked the people fighting, told them to just have another beer and enjoy the music. His words not as colorful as his buddy Cody's, but still funny.

Anywho, if you ever get the chance to hang with the Stragglers - I strongly suggest it.

Long days and pleasant nights.

Most Uneventful Saturday...

Not much to report today. Thank Gan for small favors...

Woke up around 8:30 - Millie disovered I was awake around 8:45 - was forced to get up at 8:46. Unlike Toby and Me, when Millie wakes up - she is wired. It's like she has already drank 2 pots of coffee and is ready to go.

Was at the tanning salon by 9:30. Carlton thinks I'm nuts for baking myself. I tried to explain that even a turkey looks better after being cooked. He didn't buy it

Back home and laundry started, dishes washed, etc. no later than 10:30. A friend taught me how to do situps on my exercise ball, so todays pushups are complete. Shopping for the weekend is also complete. Discovered no baseball game on until 4pm - turned on Toby, Jason and the Beatles - picked up SK and went on down to Duma Key.

Side note: I've fired up the old laptop a couple times today. Delighted to find emails from my favorite cousin in AL. He asked me a question, thought I would see the reaction here: Quick S.King trivia: what "nom de plume" has he also written under? - I know my reply - what's yours?

Anyway we finally have a baseball game on the tube. I've left Duma Key for a little work on the quilt Nannie and I are working on. Waiting for Nicole to arrive. I've lured her to my house with the promise of Momma's Goulash!

Hopefully I'll get to see Jason in person tonight. Depends on the guilt trip laid on me by my very Green child.

Long days and pleasant nights

Family

I have what can easily be categorized as the typical dysfunctional American family.

When I was a child there were always plenty of family members around. My cousins and I, at least the Original 7, are literally stair-steps. Patty was born in 1964 - I came along a mere 13 months later in 1966 - Gary Don arrived in 1967 - Irene in 1968 - Larry, Jeannie and Michelle arrived by the early '70's. Aunt B. is only about 7 years older than me, so you see there were always people there.

Summers and weekends were at Nannie and Poppie's up thru high school. We attended church at Palestine at least once a month. Had Sunday lunch that Nannie cooked. Papa Dude and Granny May lived a couple miles away and we saw them almost as much. Not to mention Grandmama Hattie. Blessed is the only way I can describe my childhood.

We lived in McAlester - a full 30 minute drive one way from the Home Place - Russelville. Uncle Don moved his family to Western Oklahoma early in my childhood. I have fond memories of a couple of summers spent with him. He taught me how to get his permission before leaving a broken combine in the middle of a wheat field - oh and not to leave said wheat field with the bosses son who is my age and really cute. He taught me that life is short and live every day for what it is as long as Uncle Don approves. =)

Gary Don and I were kindred spirits at one time. He was always getting me into trouble. Or should I say he was always convincing me to do things we weren't supposed to do and then blaming Patty. The year he got a bb gun for Christmas the very first thing we did was shoot the neighbor's cows. I'm pretty sure we blamed Patty or at least tried. =) We were pretty close thru our childhood. We would lie out on the lawn or in the back of a pickup and just stare at the night sky and dream about our futures. He was going to be a famous football star - I was going to be an actress. He was the first person I talked to when I saw that my marriage wasn't going to make it. While others told me to suck it up and do whatever it took to stay married, Gary Don told me I had to do what was best for me. He backed me up when all hell broke loose. I truly loved that Gary Don. The one that was strong and supportive and knew right from wrong. The Gary Don that loved the family.

Then he divorced Debbie. Married Charlotte and moved to Houston. That is when the devil took hold of my cousin. She sucked his soul right out of him. He has never been the same. I miss him so much. He and I will never be able to have a civil conversation. I know this because of the pain and the guilt he has over how he and Charlotte treated our grandmother. He should have been the golden boy. He is Don's son. Uncle Don moved home to take care of his parents. He tended the land and became his mother's care-giver. Gary Don lived on the land for free. Took what he wanted when he wanted without even asking. Broke things and never took responsibilty. The last straw that broke my grandmother's heart was when he called the sheriff to report Uncle Wayne had stolen something. Turns out alleged "stolen" goods belonged to Nannie.

At one time I had Gary Don and Vernon. To me neither could do wrong. They were equally wonderful and perfect. Well, Gary Don did the ultimate in bad karma collecting in how he treated Nannie. Vernon has just fallen off the face of the Earth. If anyone out there runs into a Vernon E Frisbee that is 43 and looks like me - tell him to call.

Mayhap this is the reason I'm so thrilled about my cousin from the Southwest waltzing back into my life.

Family is family. Blood is thicker than water. But when you sleep with the devil herself, well, even family may not be able to save you.

I can sleep well, my spirit is at ease with the time I spent with my grandparents while they were on Earth.

Before I go I have one request - I love messages posted - Especially like the ones that have the guts to give me their name, ye kennit, Charlotte?

- see ya along the beam...

Meet the Neighbors...

Yesterday after work, I noticed that three of my neighbors were hanging out on the corner by my house.

So I walked over to chat and snap a couple of pictures.

When they were hanging out at the station, they were rather shy. You talked to them and they would take off running.

To my surprise when they noticed me taking pictures - they came over to say hey!

I can't wait for Hayden and Sinclaire to visit. We can feed them carrots.

Long Days and Pleasant Nights...

Clint Needs a Date...

Clint is our 4pm Meteorologist.

Today we learned that the bimbo from Oklahoma that was on the Bachelor lives in Oklahoma City, but grew up in Bartlesville. Let me just add at this time that she wasn't born in Oklahoma so technically we don't have to claim her.

Anyway, another anchor pointed out to Clint that they both grew up in Bartlesville. So he decided to try to look her up.

I'm panicked over this. Clint is a very innocent, unassuming young man. True, he needs a good woman. But that opera singing, beer biting, bimbo in OKC is NOT the woman for him.

Clint needs a tall blonde fun-loving woman that cooks, sews, and likes kids. He is easy to get along with unless you tell him that OU is better than OSU. Oh yeah said woman also needs to love ORANGE. A working knowledge of Woody Guthrie songs is a plus.

I'm working on a form for all interested parties to complete. I have met his mother and am pretty sure I can find the perfect woman for him to take home for dinner. Frank, I'm assuming, will help me in the process of elimination.

One more thing, those of you that know Nicole, Clint needs the exact opposite of her. Just saying their first and only meeting wasn't exactly fireworks. Well, there were fireworks but not the kind that are considered good.

If you're interested give a shout!

PS: Don't tell Clint that we're trying to help him. He is a bit bashful.

It's Finally Here...

Major League Baseball 2008 season began at around 3am today. The BoSox won the first game somewhere in Japan. And honestly, I forgot who they played. I only saw the 10th inning. And what an inning it was! Everyone knows I don't like the AL. But I do like the BoSox. Probably because they really kick ass when they are in the Bronx.

Anywho, we are just 6 days away from Opening Day in St. Louis. This season will be interesting for me. I've promised myself to pay more attention to the Rockies. Especially since I already know most of their team. And I've promised my cousin that I'll pay attention to the DBacks this year. He's still trying to convince me they are a real MLB team. Not sure if I'm there yet. If they make it to the play-offs we'll see how much my favorite cousin loves me. (hint & wink)

My BFFrank is trying to convince me to turn Dodger Blue. But, no matter what, even with Piazza there last season and knowing that's where he began, I can't go there. The Dodgers are my sworn enemy. They are the only NL team that challenged my Big Red Machine in the 70's and early 80's. Once you've fought that battle, well it's tough to move on. Also, they've added Joe Torre as their Manager this year. Talk about nemesis. Joe is arguably in the top 10 all-time greatest managers to ever live. This year he will really be put to the test. He doesn't have Steinbrenner's wallet buying him the best players for this team. They'll be interesting to watch, but I still won't be pulling for them, well, unless they make it to the World Series. =)

LaRussa has his job cut out for him this year as well. The team no longer has the leaders of the past decade. Rolen is now in Detroit. Matheny left 2 years ago. Headed West, I think. And other key players opted out. From what I saw during Spring Training this is a good group of men. If we can get our pitchers well and keep them off the DL, we should be contenders for at least a Wild Card.

With Kara in St. Louis and Jeff in Tucson, Jo may not have to go to a baseball game this year. Or I might say, I might not have to watch the Rangers play this year. She chose her favorite baseball team the same way she chose her favorite football team. I like the science behind her choices, just not the final choice in baseball. In my opinion, no team in Texas has figured out how to manage a winning baseball team. It's not for lack of talent on the players fault either.

Hope you have enjoyed this commentary on Baseball according to Tammie. Grab an ice cold beer, sit back and enjoy the season.

Long days and pleasant nights.

BFF Clone?

Is it possible to clone one's BFFrank?

I wish I could. Because he is the best friend a girl could have. Let me 'splain...

Last Friday I told him that I had bought a new lawnmower. Well his mind immediately figured out how to save me some money and make his wonderful mom a buck at the same time. Not to mention I had the pleasure of meeting this absolutely lovely person. (ok, she gave me a compliment so now she is one of my favorite people - I'm blue...)

But it goes further than just the lawnmower issue. He gave me a valentine card and an Easter present. Simply because he says that I should be treated like the special angel that I am. And he is giving me these gifts until someone takes his place. Of course he is doing this with Teri's knowledge.

He and I are going to Rocklahoma together. He has promised me that he is going to find the "right man" for me. All I have to do is hang out with him and he will introduce me to all these wonderful men. Ok, Frank has never been to Rocklahoma, and doesn't understand the laughter when he tells me that there will be men there for me. Those of you that remember seeing my pics from Rocklahoma will understand.

I'm also sure that his promise to introduce me to Mike Piazza will happen. He says that since they are both Italian, that means they are "blood" and our meeting is "in the bag." Of course it is up to me to convince Piazza that he is madly in love with me. I'm sure that won't be too difficult. ;-)

And, he also says that Nicole really should appreciate me a LOT more. (ok, I threw that one in there on my own, but I'm sure he would say it, and she would care.)

Anywho, in my opinion - everyone should have a BFFrank! They're awesome!

Long days and pleasant nights.

Stuff White People Like

In my thoughts today about what I should blog about. I was thinking Duma Key. You see, I've actually made it all the way to Duma Key and have now met some interesting characters. If I blog about this, I can't figure out how to involve Frank or Jeff in the entry. So that's out.

Then I thought about blogging about the fact that Frank saved me some money by selling me his mom's lawnmower. But that's just boring, even though his mom is quite nice and funny. And, how am I going to get Jeff into a conversation about Frank? So that's out.

Then this morning while reading thru the news sites that I look at for, you know, news, I found this blog: http://stuffwhitepeoplelike.wordpress.com/

Frank and Jeff are both white boys - so there ya go.

Ok, so this white people blog is all about what middle class, liberal, white people like. It has become so popular that the guy now has a book deal. The title caught my attention. Then the people it caters too - while I'm not exactly middle class - I'm getting there. So, I followed the link. I'll be darned if it doesn't have most of the things I like listed. Well, I really don't like soccer and don't even pretend to like it. Even though Jeff says that is the best way for me to meet a man. Sorry, just can't do it.

I also have gay, black, hispanic and texan friends. So that takes care of that category. I've given dinner parties and actually enjoy them. I can't believe how white I'm discovering I am.

Anyway, have a nice day...

Long days and pleasant nights.