Yes, we were rained out. But! In case you were the ones doing a little rain dance (I saw you, Queenie. You don’t fool me. And, NO, I shall not wear a “D” on my shirt whilst in St. Louis, thankyouverymuch. Unless it is to stand for “Diva” and really… do I need to advertise that any more? I think not.)

Luckily, our seats were covered from the rain but two rows right in front of us? Completely wet. It made for a lot of snuggling.

Which brings me to the snuggling I did while sitting in my seat eating a hot dog and drinking the most expensive beer I’ve ever had (best comment from our group last night: You know, the last time I spent $100 on beer I actually got to get drunk from it.) and stealing some nachos from my sister-in-law. No, I did not snuggle with Kennimus. Instead, I snuggled with the VERY LARGE MAN WHO SAT NEXT TO ME.

When we sat down there was no one else sitting to my right and I got to take over the armrest (a favorite pasttime of mine - see who moves first so you can keep the armrest all the way through a movie or sporting event… ’tis quite fun and amusing for me but I’m just this side of crazy, so don’t go listening to me) and when their group came through I was mostly thinking Don’t you dare spill my $8 beer while you get to your seat. Please don’t. Please. Don’t. Don’t! and I was spared because it was intact. But they they stood next to their seats for a while and milled around and I whispered to Kennimus “I’m totally getting this armrest when this guy sits down. Watch. It’s mine.” and he was all “Yeah, right.”

When Mr. Very Large Man finally sat down I couldn’t even SEE the armrest anymore. His girth took over the armrest. And some of my seat, too.

Damn. I hate losing.

Since it was so cold, however, he made for a fantastic personal heater so I’m here to publicly announce to the wonderful St. Louians that they kept me warm while waiting for the game to start.

Now, wouldn’t this be cool? If the game goes on tonight as planned and the CARDINALS WIN and then our tickets, which are now good for Friday night’s game, allowed us to see the final game if the CARDINALS WIN and I’m at the last World Series game of 2006? Yes, it would be cool.

No more rain dances people. I need good karma. Pass some good karma to me and I’ll share my $8 beer and my personal heater, Mr. Very Large Man. Oh, and I’ll bring Yadier to Belinda. He’s so small he’ll fit in my pocket. However, he is awfully cute so he might not make it down to you. You can come visit him at my house. (The soul patches? Geez. Don’t get me started. On the men I can take it. But the women? Let me say here and now: ALL KINDS OF NO.)

If you’re really good, I’ll snuggle with you, too…

It’s not because Mrs. RW, the wife of Mr. RW, gave me a link to this bracelet which I immediately ordered and which came in the mail and I wore today.

It’s not because Mrs. RW’s link prompted me to buy the bracelet and thus begin receiving e-mails from Acorn since I ordered from them and now I want to buy this.

It’s because I whined when I found out that Kennimus and his brother were going to Game 4 of the World Series in St. Louis tonight and they managed to get me a ticket IN THE INFIELD FIELD BOX.

subtitle: I Love The Linky Love, But Not That Way

You’re all reading this through a legal feedburner or at my actual site of Mocha Momma.com, right? If not, click here right now.

It’s always nice to be linked and sometimes I find it by accident just because I’m searching and reading blogs, but it sure was nice to see that the Ted Foo-lery doesn’t stop with just his pictures. Wasn’t this sweet of him?

But me? You know I’m late to the party all the time and I realize people have been writing about this for a while. I’ll be totally honest here: it is as yet unclear to me how this website (which I am not linking, but will provide it in this form: bitacle (dot) org) steals my stuff except to say that when I typed my name into the “blogs” and “aggregates” search box it came up with some of my posts. At first, this seemed harmless because they provided a post title and a link that came here to Mocha Momma.com, but after looking further I realized that some of the entire posts I’ve written ended up over there with NO LINKY LOVE BACK TO ME.

Even the “Help” section at the bottom of the page was asinine. How about a little lesson in how to use a verb, hmmm? Number 2 was worded this way: “How can I used the search?” Used? Really? You put an extra “d” at the end of that verb to make it past tense? That one was the least offensive of the horrid grammar I witnessed.

As I’m still figuring it out I have made some changes so if you are reading me through a feed I must apologize because now I’m only providing the summary so you’ll have to click my site to read the entire post. Suffice to say, even the Bitaclites must be reading this post as I saw yesterday’s post up on their site RIGHT AWAY and it’s time for a little Story Time here at Mocha Momma.

Everyone needs to come to the Story Time carpet. Very good.

Now sit criss cross applesauce. No touching your neighbors. Excellent job.

Everyone turn around and give the Bitaclites the finger. Nicely done, class! No, no, Belinda. Not that one. The middle one, dear. Look to your neighbor, JenB. She’s got it. Yes, that’s it. Good girl.

Tell the Bitaclites that we don’t appreciate their stealing stuff and not linking back to Mocha Momma. Very nice, class!

All together now: PISS OFF, BITACLE. Well done, especially the Canadian section. (I love me some Canucks, people.)

Don’t tell anyone you heard it from me, but Jesus Glez (no relation to that other Jesus we all know of) is said to be so uncreative that he isn’t able to come up with his own inspired construction. One would expect a person to be able to construct his own sentences in the formal register and not steal entire posts of other people, but maybe that’s just too much to ask. You might want to think your own thoughts, Jesus.

Also currently irritating me is this little video which, in truth, has a good message. It’s the newest Dove commercial about beauty (wait until you see the COMPUTER IMAGES THEY DO ON THIS WOMAN) and it made me instantly sad. I realized, once again, that women will never be beautiful enough. Never pretty enough. Never enough. Is this the standard of beauty to which we are to aspire? Because we can’t even get there.

It made me grateful that I never allowed Mallory to subscribe to teen magazines because every time I read one I am left feeling inadequate and bad about myself. No woman needs any more help in that department.

Just thinking my own thoughts here on my blog…

Folgers has sent me that free coffee so this morning at work I made the “Morning Cafe” blend. It’s a bit too light-bodied for me so I would suggest that anyone who doesn’t like the stronger blends try this one. It is crisp with a distinctively pleasant taste. It’s morning. It’s cafe (Spanish for coffee). It’s crisp. And on a cold day like today, I needed all the crisp I could get so I could get moving.

When you get to a certain age you pretty much take what you can get.

So, is it just me, or do other people play the Weather Station channel on tv in their bedrooms for some sexy jazzy music because they’re too lazy to look for the Luther Vandross cd when they’re feeling frisky?