I am a private person, but when I love something, you will know about it. I pick and choose what information I share about myself, but anyone who knows me knows there are three Bs that I love — Baseball, Beards and Barbie! Or as my great friend called it, the B Trifecta! And here is why…
Baseball: First, what’s not to love about baseball?
Baseball pants alone make watching a game worthwhile. Yes ladies, take a moment
and think about baseball pants. Ok, feel better? Baseball is a sport that gives
me hope. No matter what is happening in the world, baseball brings hope. It can
unite a group, even a country, like most sports can’t. Cheering on your team on
any level is an escape. If something happens to your team, you feel it is
happening to you. You discuss baseball as if you are a member of the team. I am
so guilty of this and I suck at baseball. Rivalries are strong and historic.
There is a beauty in watching teams dislike each other for no other reason than
that is how it has always been. And damn if baseball isn’t romantic. Getting
lost in the innings, in the pitches, in the plays — so romantic. Unlike
football, there is no running the clock down, it is just a team out there
trying for three outs whatever way they can get them. No running clock, you
must throw that ball across the plate. Baseball might be boring to some, but
that is OK. Plenty of things I find boring that the world loves. It happens.
Beards: I find beards incredibly hot, that is all
there is to it. Of course beards can get out of hand, but beards show
commitment to me. If a dude can power through the beginning of a beard and the
itching, then he can power through a lot of things life throws at him. That may
sound dumb, but think about it. Itching can drive the strongest person crazy.
Am I right ladies? It also always amazes me how a beard can change someone’s
look completely that when they shave it the attraction just goes away. Sad
sometimes. Proceed with caution though, beards are not for everyone.
Barbie: Oh my goodness, I LOVE her. Since I was a
young girl I have loved her. I collect Barbies and don’t care at all about what
people say. My Barbie Christmas tree is amazing. Barbie teaches girls to dream
and be what they want to be. Yes she is pretty, but that is only one thing about
her, not the only thing. She shows little girls that they can be whatever they
want to be. She was created to do just that and she continues to do that for
me. She catches a lot of shit, but it is just a toy. Who cares if she couldn’t actually
exist in real life, a lot of toys can’t and no one shames them. Again, I love
her!
Now as I was writing this I was wondering what in
the world does this have to do with Laura Bush. Well the more I thought about
it, I realized it was quite easy. The Bush Family loves baseball, they have
always been clear about that. They see the romance in it that I see. Laura is
from Texas, pretty sure she is Ok with beards. She may not love them as much as
I do, but I think she appreciates them. Maybe W should grow one? Hmmm. And as
for Barbie, Laura makes me believe like Barbie does. I don’t know Laura, but I
look to her for inspiration. I think about how she tries to handle herself in
situations and I strive to do the same. I love her. What would Laura Bush do?
mmm... baseball pants.
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