Super Girl

Bravely ventured out to the city to check up on mom cuz of a local power outage. I take for granted how people can, or in many cases, can not communicate. But whatever… no harm no foul. Was able to make it out to the city with the entire family… found mom at the HPOE… got her what she needed, mostly, and headed to the old AMC1000. The remnants of this place and a ghost of what it use to be… long gone are those happy memories and good ol days. Here to stay… is a creepy theater where they don’t even have concierge to sell snacks… bu you havet to go back down to the 2nd floor of a 9 floor theater to pay. And then there’s the movie it self… omg… I want my 108 minutes back. What an abomination of story telling and movie making. I had such high hopes for this story after the end of Super Man. Where you don’t have to stick with the boring story of a mild-mannered reporter that’s there to defend goodness. You can spin this into a dark, self discovery, coming of age alien movie. Instead… it was a snoozer that completely wasted the set up and the actors. Even mom… with her lowered standards… gave a chronicle man sleeping or empty chair. So disappointed in this…. and all the summer movies. Worst of all… after watching so many trailers for Odyssey… I feel like skipping out on that venture and go straight towards spidey and then doomsday.

Sci-Fi just not my jam....?

Finished a book called Piranesi…. A sci-fi/fantasy book recommended by a colleague/co-worker. I powered through it and finished it… but not at any moment, would I say this is a good readable book. On reddit.. this book is one that is polarizing… either you love it or hate it. I’m in the latter camp. But this gives me hope… that if I can power through this, I can / might power through war and peace

The Bonds Treatment

In 2004... Barry Bonds drew a historic and unprecedented 120 intentional walks.  The opposing team was so afraid of his bat, they rather put him on base and let his teammates earn their pay and make them pay.  As fans... we would boo... cuz we paid to go watch Bonds hit.

Yesterday... I got my first taste of the Bonds Treatment aka Operation Cluck.  My first AB... I nearly cranked a HR to right field.  Second AB... the outfielders started stepping back... and I hit a standup triple, probably could've made it home had the 3B coach not held me up.  I come up for my third AB... and the outfielders are now so far out I can bloop a single and turn it into a triple.   That's how much fear I've struck in them.  

Then came the treatment.  Low.  Low.  Didn't even make the plate.  Outside corner - my only pitch to hit. Way outside.  The pitcher didn't even give me a chance.  Wave those rubber chicken folks!!!! 

Behind the Wheel Training

A couple days ago... NN had her first behind the wheel training.  The first 2 of her minimum 6 hours before she can take the road test.  She came back all smiles and self-deprecating, which is fine and expected.  

Then today... when going to pick up SW from practice... I let her drive while riding on the driver side.  Gave her a few tips on braking, accelerating through turns, drifting... but goodness gracious... it was scary as heck!!!

I tried to act calm... knowing if I get frustrated or mad... she'll start getting frustrated and mad.  She's flustered.  She's not fully listening and comprehending.  I have to limit my words...cuz it'll overwhelm her.  She actually doesn't know all the driving laws and right of ways.  She definitely doesn't know etiquette or the unwritten rules.  In the end... she crashed out.  We all survived... on our very first trip around the block!!!

Woohoo!!!