Little League World Series

I played Little League Baseball as a youngster. My folks didn't know about softball but I desperately wanted to play, so Little League it was. I was the only girl, but I never really noticed any sexism. Oh sure, I initially started playing right field, but it was my first year playing. Within a few weeks, I was our dedicated catcher. By the end of the season, I was good enough that I made the all-star team.

Most of my good childhood memories are tied to sports. I was a fairly talented athlete, and doing what you're good at is (almost) always fun. I had the pleasure and privilege of playing on the all-star team for the Chula Vista Bobby Sox when I was 12. We won our district championship, and got to play in the NationalTournament of Champions (our version of the World Series). We lost two games in a row and were eliminated, but it was probably the most exhilarating time of my childhood. We worked hard (twice-a-day practices for over a month), and played hard. I will never forget it.

It pleases me to no end that one of the teams in the Little League World Series this year is from Chula Vista, my home town. I am filled with a sense of nostalgia that it seems only childrens' sports can evoke in me. I am right there with those kids, playing my heart out. I am their teammate, and their avid supporter. They carry with them dreams I have not dreamt since I was a child. I am jealous that this is their time to shine, and that I cannot play beside them. I wonder briefly if I can get away with driving out to see them play, since it's only a few hours away, and everything seems so close on this side of the country.

I hope these kids win. I really, really do. But even if they don't, I know how amazing this experience is for them. Good luck, guys. I'll be watching you play tomorrow, at 3pm ET on ABC.


Some stuff to Rave about

This is a random blog post about some stuff I feel the need to rave about.

1. JD took me to the Melting Pot for our anniversary on Sunday. He picked it because when we were on our honeymoon he took me to The Melting Pot because I'd never been. I'm not going to address the food or the actual restaurant. I need to rave about the wait staff in BOTH Melting Pots (Maui and DC). In Maui, they asked the reason for the visit, and when we told them we were on our honeymoon, they all signed a card congratulating us on our shiny new marriage. Our waitress was extremely friendly and took the time to really cater to our needs. And she practically fell over herself making sure we got a picture of the event (I'll link to it later--I can't get Facebook at work). It was a very special occasion, and the waitress really added to it. For Sunday, JD had asked them to decorate our table in a Hawaiian fashion, and they did! When we walked in (15 minutes late) they gave us leis, took us to the most private table with the best view, and our table was covered in (fake) Hawaiian flowers and leis. The wait staff was very, very friendly, and our waiter was very cool. Matthew went out of his way to make sure our first anniversary was special, and gave us some Melting Pot seasoning (just put it in your purse!) and then treated us to champaigne on the house. Both restaurants helped make the date very special, and I recommend them to everyone.

2. I like what coffee does for me, but I'm not a huge fan of the taste. Honestly, I want me coffee to taste as much like dessert as possible, because dessert is awesome and coffee tastes like ass. I bought some Folger's Gourmet Hazelnut Cream this morning on the way in to work, and holy cats, is it tasty! I had some concerns because it's Folger's (our local grocery store has a pathetic selection of, well, basically everything), but now that I've tasted it, I'm extremely pleased with my choice. And it's Folger's so it was about $2.50 cheaper than the other coffees, to boot.

3. JD and I have been playing D&D with my cousin Erin and her friend OJ. I am so happy to get to know her. She's 12 years younger than me (almost exactly-her birthday is less than two weeks before mine) and grew up on the East Coast, while I'm from SoCal. Aside from one short vacation four or so years ago, I'd never met her. When JD and I moved here to DC, I was excited in part because I'd finally have the opportunity to live around my aunt, uncle, cousin Seth, and of course Erin and her son Jacob. Well it turns out that Erin and I have tons and tons in common. We get along great, and really enjoy each other's company. Neither one of us is much into girlie stuff, and both of us have just always been "one of the guys". So it's AWESOME to find out we're two peas in a pod, even though we grew up a country (and almost a generation) apart from each other. Unfortunately, she and OJ are getting stationed out in Hawaii soon, so our time together is very limited. (I had a terrible cold this weekend, and I considered canceling the game but decided not to because I wanted to see them.) OJ's a great guy, too, and I count him as much a friend as I do Erin. My life is richer for knowing them.

4. And now that I'm raving about how awesome my local gaming group is, I'm missing my San Diego group. Stan, Hyrum, Sean, and even YOU Gary. Finding a solid gaming group is challenging, so when I DO find one, I very much appreciate what I have. Thanks for making my Tuesday nights fun, guys! See you in August at GenCon! OBTW Stan, we found an Anime store in Chantilly this weekend. We'll take you there when you're out visiting this fall.

The Cell Phone Bathroom Tale

Y'all may be wondering why I made a poll about cell phone etiquette in the bathroom. Well, I'll tell you.

On Monday at work I was doing my business. In walks a lady talking on her phone. She proceeds to sit down in the stall next to me and pee, all the while yammering away on her phone. I thought of doing the standard passive-aggressive stuff like flushing repeatedly, making disgusting noises, etc. Instead, I decided I'd just say something to her about it. After all, it's not a random bathroom where I'll never, ever bump into this lady again.

So I washed my hands slowly, and I dried them slowly, and soon the lady exited her stall. I said to her, very politely, "Ma'am, do you mind not talking on the phone while using the public bathroom?"

Now, I expected her to say something like,  "Oh, it's an emergency" and that'd be the end of it. As far as I was concerned she could have lied to my face and I would have been happy with her response.

Instead, she immediately jumped down my throat and said, "It's none of your damned business, lady!" I tried to explain that it makes me uncomfortable, and she interrupted me and again said it was none of my damned business, lady. It quickly escalated, and I briefly thought I'd have to physically defend myself against her. Yes, it was that bad.

So what did I learn from this experience? It's very possible that someone who you think is merely inconsiderate is a really bitch (or a dick). People who are being bitches don't like being called on their bitchiness. Passive-aggressiveness may in fact be the best thing for dealing with this situation. Next time I think I'll just flush the toilets over and over again, hoping that the person on the other end of the line says, "What was that noise? Was that a toilet flushing? Are you taking a crap while talking to me?!" and then hangs up.

What can I say? I'm a Reynolds. If I see something going on that shouldn't be going on, I'll try to stop it. I've done it with rowdy kids in public places, asshole parents (did you know it's illegal in CA to hit a child in public? The lady who whacked her 3 year old in my Blockbuster didn't, and yet she had the balls to get mad at me when I asked her to not strike her toddler in the face in front of me. Yes, the face.), the kid hitting a dog, the guy beating up and throttling his girlfriend at my community college (yep, true story-I testified against him and although no charges were pressed because the cops said the girlfriend instigated it, the guy was still expelled. Sadly, I was the only person to intervene on her behalf, even though there were at least a dozen guys standing around watching the attack.), the jerk teenager at the movies who not only did NOT turn off her cell phone but actually answered it, the drunk asshole at the movies who wouldn't stop yelling at the screen (the movie was The Doors), the junior high girls at my school who were picking on a kid with cerebral palsy (yes, no joke), the jerk who locked his dog in the car when it was 90 degrees outside (he got mad when I paged the store and said I was going to call the cops if the owner didn't rectify the situation. He also said it was his dog and he could do to it whatever he wanted. I informed him in no uncertain terms that animal abuse is a crime.) and now the bitch who insisted on talking on her cell phone while pissing.

We all gotta get along people. I'm not asking you be angels, I'm just asking you to be considerate of those around you, including me. If you're not, I'm going to call you on your shit.