Saturday, April 05, 2014
Wednesday, April 02, 2014
When you're blessed with good friends who knows someone who knows someone who knows someone who can get a block of tickets to a Major League Baseball game in the nosebleed section, you swallow your pride and accept them with appreciation! We did! We're not too proud to beg!
So we froze our okoles off (that's Hawaiian-speak for your derrière) and we braved what I felt was a below-zero wind chill factor. I wanted to be there at Angels Stadium, to be in the crowd, to hear the National Anthem and "Take Me Out to the Ball Game" sung, and watch the vendors sell their Churros, popcorn, pretzels, and sodas up and down the aisles and keep their vertigo under check and not fall straight down into the abyss.
It's baseball season!
To the Max
Some things I'm thankful are:
I have him to thank for providing Steve and I the time for our walks around the neighborhood.
I have him to thank for getting me out of the house more often to walk between one to three miles daily when exercise seems non-existent with my busy schedule.
I have him to thank for being a good listener when I need to vent sometimes.
I have him to thank for cozying up by my feet while he waits for me -- no matter how wee into the night I am up working, blogging, writing, or photo/video-editing.
I have him to thank for giving us a good scare a few months ago when he jumped over the fence to get "friendly" with the neighbor dog even though he got bit in the paws, yelped to high heaven and Christopher had to hop over to rescue his poor little butt. A dose of good ol' American humble pie!
I have him to thank for our instant house alarm and doorbell when someone is here visiting - friend or foe.
I have him to thank for being a big little brother to Panther even if he thinks he's the alpha dog (now quit trying to hump all the time).
I have him to thank for being Max.
The Day in the Life of Panther and Max
|Panther waits to play ball.|
|Max is begging for food at the table.|