Sunday, November 5, 2017

A Fairy Tale Come True -2017 World Series Champions -Houston Astros!

I can't stop smiling and feeling giddy and happy.  Still on that euphoric high from game 7 of the World Series and the significance of the Astros finally winning a championship.  The first ever for the franchise and it only took 54 years to do it.  But it was well worth the wait.  Some people have been waiting for it all of their lives.  Some never  got to see it happen.  I saw a picture of a headstone at a cemetery with an Astros jersey draped over it and beside it, the front page of the Houston Chronicle, showing a picture of the players celebrating on the field right after the last out, with the headline reading:  World Series Champions Houston Astros!  The son of the deceased, said that he wanted his father to know that they finally did it.  I started tearing up reading that anecdote.  I've been tearing up a lot the past few days.  Not from sadness, but from sheer happiness.  Some people have not a clue as to what winning this series has done for our city.  Sure, they played their hearts out for us because of the devastation we endured because of Hurricane Harvey.  But that aside, they played their hearts out because they knew how bad we wanted it.  How bad we could taste it and because of how many times we got so close, only to have it snatched away. 

Htown held a party on Friday afternoon.  To say that work productivity was at an all time low that morning would be an understatement.  The electricity in the air and the excitement was palpable.  I drove in to work that morning to find a sea of orange already lining up along the parade route. That was at 7:00 a.m., the parade would not start for another 7 hours.  There were some fans that spent the night on the streets, sitting on their lawn chairs, because they wanted the best spot.  Crazy? Maybe.  But who cares? 

I worked until noon and walked across the street to City Hall to join a few of my thousands of friends.  The scene was unreal.  The streets were full of people of all ages.  Security was in full effect as well.  On foot, on horse back, in cars, atop buildings.  It was a sight to see that's for sure.  The sea of people ran for miles.  There were people perched on tree limbs, children on parents' shoulders, along parking garages, even on light posts.  I saw a man in nothing more than red white and blue undies hanging from a lamp post.  I giggled and wondered how long he would last before getting arrested. Pandemonium ran ragged as the first glimpse of the players was made.  They were riding atop fire trucks.  There were Astros of seasons past and present atop those engines.  I welled up in tears as Carlos Correa held up the trophy.  I couldn't believe it.  It finally happened.  My gosh it's like a dream you never want to wake up from.  My dad was able to make this historic event.  He was like a little kid in a candy store. My 78 year old dad was beside himself with happiness.   Memories of trips to the Astrodome to watch the Astros flooded my mind.  He took all four of us, my brothers, sister and I.  There we learned from him the love of the game.  The love for the Astros.  We learned to yell "Cruuuuuuuuuuuz" whenever Jose Cruz was at the plate.  We learned how to spell relief when Joe Sambito (a relief pitcher and my crush) would go to the mound.  Oh and relief is spelled "S-A-M-B-I-T-O"  in case you wanted to know. Heh.  We soon learned that winning wasn't everything.  Man those were the days.  So yes, forgive me if I have been a little teary-eyed this past week. Or if I can't talk about anything else yet.  It's just...We won a Championship y'all! 

I watched game 7 with one of my brothers and my sister-in-law.  The minute they won and we regained our composure, we hollered and cried and hugged each other like mad.  It was a beautiful sight.

I love the fact that an event of this magnitude  was a safe one and no reports of looting or vandalism or any of that nonsense took place.  I'm sure there were a few arrests made for minor infractions but for the most part, everything went off without a hitch.  Houston City Officials should be very proud of themselves.  At last count, there were over a million people that descended upon downtown Houston.  A million.  Wow.

I can honestly say that this was by far the most thrilling World Series I have ever witnessed.  Hell the series against the Yankees was pretty amazing as well.  And now, after all is said and done, me along with every other Houstonian, can go back to sleeping normal eight hours and can put the blood pressure and anxiety medication away and we can stop biting our nails.  Until next season that is.  Which by the way is only 145 days away. 

Thanks for a Cinderella season boys!  See ya in April.





Thursday, November 2, 2017

Last Team Standing

If you have been a follower of my blog for a while, you know one thing is certain about me.  And that is my love for baseball but more specifically, my love for the Houston Astros.  This morning I woke up and I had to pinch myself.  I needed to assure myself that last night was not a dream.  I wanted to make sure that I had not just had the most amazing dream ever.  And guess what? It was not a dream.  It was very real and my Houston Astros were indeed the 2017 World Series Champions. 

Whaaat?

Boston Red Sox? Beat em.  New York Yankees? Beat em.  Los Angeles Dodgers? BEAT.THEM.

Finally, after enduring year after gut-wrenching, emotionally draining year, finally, the Astros did it.  They won the World Series!  Did you hear me?  They WON.THE.WORLD.SERIES.  Oh my gosh I was literally in tears when the last out was made.  I was with one of my brothers and my sister-in-law at a local bar/restaurant, along with about 200 of my closest friends.  We were there to witness history or to witness history repeat itself.  Luckily, the "curse" was broken and we were victorious.  And how could we not be?  This team that some had dubbed "the little engine that could" -had the best record in the league going into the All-Star break.  I knew back then that something special was going to happen but because of the history of the Astros, I didn't let myself get too carried away.  I just told myself to enjoy it while it lasted.  And boy did I ever.

When the last out was made I looked at my brother who was yelling and jumping up and down and I looked back at the TV screen and then it sunk in and I started jumping up and down and yelling, "Oh my god!" over and over again.  An overwhelming feeling of vindication, triumph, and sheer and utter happiness took over my entire being.  I was so incredibly happy.  So happy that I started crying.  So many years, so many let downs and then this season, the fantastic regular season and the explosive and exciting post season of their history, it was just all too much.  I had to let just let the tears flow.  And trust me, I was not alone.  More than a few she a tear right along with me.  Strangers became friends and camaraderie was in abundance.   Everyone wanted to savor that which we craved for so many years. 

No more, "Wait till next year" or "Next year it's ours!" or "We'll be back stronger than ever!" -No boys and girls, this time, 2017 was our year and nothing and no one would take that away from us.  In what I can only describe as a Cinderella season, the Houston Astros won it's first ever World Series and came out champions.  It only took 56 years and lots and lots, I mean, LOTS of heartache and frustration, but they finally did it.  Let me tell you, being a baseball fan for a less than stellar team year after year was not for the faint at heart. But if you love baseball and you're from Houston, you made it through and remained ever hopeful.

I can honestly say that this World Series has been by far, the most exciting and intense series that I have ever witnessed.  Game 2 alone was insane! Then along came game 5 and blew it out of the phenomenal water.

Congratulations to my Houston Astros -2017 World Series Champions!

Now that the series is over and baseball is gone until next year, this happy girl is going to finally get her 8 hours of sleep.  I got a parade to go to in the morning.


Monday, October 2, 2017

Fifty-One and Still Having Fun

In exactly thirty minutes (Central Time) I will turn 51 years old.  Yep.  Fifty. One.   It's a little crazy to think that I'm now considered "elderly" hahaha.  That damn AARP card application came in the mail today to remind me that I "Can start saving today!", lovely.  This year has been wonderful, terrible, tragic, happy.  It brought me love, joy, tears, friends, loss, success, failure.  Through it all, I learned what I needed to learn.  I fell countless of times but got right back up.  Momma didn't raise no quitter.  So tonight I say good bye to being 50 and welcome 51.  Can't wait to see and experience what is in store for me this year.

I think I will continue a tradition that my grandmother used to have up until the day she died.  Whenever anyone would ask her how old she was, she would say, "Forty-five".  It didn't matter if she was turning 60 or 70 or 80.  She was always "45".  She died at age 91.  So I think from now on, I will forever be "45".  I think I can totally pull it off don't you?  Don't answer that.

October is my favorite month of the year.  Besides my birthday, there are pumpkin carvings with the nieces and nephews, and Halloween parties to attend and the air is crisper (for like a day or a few hours -in Houston anyway).  And to me, it's like the beginning of the holiday season.  It's just a great time of the year and I always look forward to it.

With everything that happened in Vegas and what the people in Puerto Rico are going through, I felt a little guilty even looking forward to my birthday.  But the more I thought about it, the more I realized that life goes on.  No matter what, time doesn't stand still, even though there is tragedy amongst us.  We must still celebrate this life of ours.  We still have to keep going.

And so Bloggies, go out and do something that makes you happy.  I know I will.

-peace.

Heartache

My heart aches.  Once again a senseless tragedy.  Bloodshed.  Innocent lives lost.  How much more of  this can we take?  It happens so frequently nowadays that I am almost numb to it.  "Oh another massacre? So, what's for dinner?"  Sad but true.  The world that I grew up in is gone.

With our heavy hearts, as broken as we are, as helpless as we feel, we march forward with our heads held high and hope and pray for the best. 

This is the United State of America and no matter how many try to divide us,
we remain one.  Ever hopeful.

Stay strong.  Stay vigilante.  Be kind always. 

peace.

Monday, September 18, 2017

Because I'm Happy...

I have been grinning from ear to ear since yesterday afternoon.  In case you have not heard, my Houston Astros clinched the American League West Division on Sunday afternoon.  That's right.  The Astros are going to the playoffs and this girl right here is beyond herself with excitement!  The last two innings of the game I was so nervous I couldn't sit or stand still.  And I was home alone watching the game.  Let's just say, I scared my neighbors with my yelling and screaming.  Don't worry, I apologized.  For those not familiar with my blog, I am a hardcore, die-hard Astros fan.  I have been since I was probably eight or nine years old. Thanks to my dad, who schooled my siblings and I on the love of the game and took us to so many baseball games at the now vacant Astrodome, that the ushers and attendants knew us by name.  -Totally true story.  Yesterday was a good day. Today was even better.  Except, the playoff tickets sold-out before I could purchase mine.  Not to fret, I WILL be at game one, one way or another. 


Right after the last out.  The players all hugged and celebrated.


The banner this morning inside Minute Maid Park -home of the Houston Astros

It's Monday bloggies, have a great week.  I know I will. 

-peace


Monday, August 28, 2017

A City Under Water

The rain won't stop.  It's now a little past midnight on Sunday or early Monday morning rather.  By now, I am certain that many or most of you have heard that Hurricane Harvey struck the Texas Gulf Coast.  It made landfall between Port Aransas and Port O'Connor.  Approximately 200-210 miles from Houston.  While Rockport, Texas was hit hard by the landfall, the remnants of the tropical storm was saved for us. 

As of now, my family and I are safe.  We are all scattered throughout the city in our own homes, but everyone is safe.  The rain won't stop.  The incessant warnings coming from the tv screen and the cell phones sound like curdling screams.  We have been under tornado watches, tornado warnings, flood watches and flood warnings since last night.  Earlier on Sunday, the water kept inching closer and closer to my front door.  In a panic, I filled trash bags with towels, squishing them together until the bag resembled a cheap bean bag.  And I plopped them along the entry way and my front and back door, hoping that they will keep the water out.  I don't know if it will work yet because thank God the water started receding when the rain let up.  I sighed relief but it was short-lived.  The rain started again in the late afternoon and has not stopped.  I keep looking outside the window hoping that I don't see the glistening of the water as it falls into the rain made lake that has taken over our street.  From my window I can see the neighbors house across the street.  Their yellow fluorescent porch light shows me that the water is up to the tires of their cars. 

My heart sinks to the pit of my stomach.

Please God, keep our homes free from water.  I check on my family and friends throughout the day.  We all wish each other well and hope for the best.  And I watch the 24 hour news coverage.  The images that I have seen are heart-breaking, gut-wrenching and tug at your heart until you have your own river of tears flowing down your face.  So many people stranded.  Chased out of their homes by the torrential rains.  Families leaving their homes with just the clothes they were wearing.  Imagine seeing people huddled atop the roofs of their homes, waiting for air and/or water rescue.  Some of those people are still waiting.  Alot of those people have children of all ages with them.  And I can't help but think, "there but for the grace of God, go I" 

Indeed.

The silver-linings in this chaos of a storm (there are several) are heart-warming.  The news reporter that put his mic down while doing a live shot, so that he could help lift an elderly gentleman into a boat because he was not able to lift his legs over for himself.  The humanity of total strangers, just showing up with their own boats, trucks, tools, food and clothes donations ready to help out.  The outpouring of love and support and solidarity not only from our surrounding states but from across the country.  This.  This is what we are about.  During catastrophic times such as these, we see the best in people.  It made my heart smile. 

We've seen quite a few hurricanes and tropical storms before..  This is not our first rodeo, after all.  However, this is the first time that our city was literally taken hostage by the aftermath of such a horrific storm.  We have been crippled, brought to our knees.

The meteorologists are forecasting more rain for at least two more days.  TWO.MORE.DAYS.  Lord help us because aside from the rain and flooding jazz.  I've been cooped up with my mom and my aunt since Friday.  What's wrong with that?  Think The Golden Girls but on caffeine.  #sendxanax

Well it seems the rain has stopped for a bit.  I'm about to check on the flooding situation and then pass out on my bed.  Maybe.  I only slept two hours last night.

Do me a favor, if you pray, pray for us..  Or meditate.  Or send us your positive thoughts.  Whatever it is that you do, do it, please. 





Friday, August 25, 2017

An Eclipse, A Hurricane and Bronchitis Walk into A Bar...

Well this has been an exciting week eh?  It started with Monday's epic total Solar Eclipse and then my pneumonia that turned into bronchitis (fun times), and then by mid-week we had ourselves a Tropical Depression which turned into a Tropical Storm and is now Hurricane Harvey.  And? He's headed to Texas.  Specifically, Corpus Christi. Which is not Houston but we will still feel the effects and get the dirty side of the storm.   All that means is that we'll get the all the rain and storms and crap like that.  Did I mention it's not even Friday yet? Oops now it is, I just glanced at the clock.  I will be paying for it in the morning for sure.

So back to my weird week. 

I got sick last week, was diagnosed with Walking Pneumonia which may as well be called Walking Dead because that is how I felt.  I thought I was getting better but had a horrible weekend, with a visit to the local Urgent Care on Saturday night. (hey who says I don't know how to party?)  This is when they told me I now had bronchitis.  -I'm so lucky.  Well, I went to work on Monday and felt better actually.  Or maybe the eclipse had something to do with it. ;)  Speaking of the eclipse.  Was that not the most awesome thing ever?  We were fortunate to have one of our attorneys take a pair of the solar glasses to work.  We took turns sharing them and also sharing the cereal boxes that a few of us had made.  Hey don't laugh, those things actually worked.  I was giddy.  I loved every minute of it.  We were nowhere near the totality effect but it was still pretty amazing.  And hey, in 2024 Texas will be in the totality view of the next Solar eclipse.  That's exciting right?  Of course it is.  -Don't judge me.

And finally the massive Hurricane that is headed our way.  The storm is predicted to make land-fall on Friday night, early Saturday morning.  Our stores/gas stations/Targets/Wal-marts were all out of water and batteries and bread even!  Oh and even the liquor stores and wine aisles were barren.  -Hey we know our priorities.  There is talk of heavy flooding.  Again.  I'm fortunate (knock on wood) that my neighborhood is not flood prone but so many other people are not as fortunate.  I just hope and pray that we come out fairly unscathed.  And don't lose power.  Especially that.  I mean, it's AUGUST in HOUSTON.  Need I say more?

So to say that this has been an eventful week, is putting mildly.

That was my week.  How was yours?