Angels and outfields

We best serve the world when we invest in nurturing our own culture. I’ll observe and participate in the TLC from where I belong: at home plate. Don’t worry, I’m not alone at base.

If there are angels in the outfield, let it be us.

You can help make sure that dinner tables have plenty of sauce with food donations this week.

I’ll make sure our neighbors have a devilishly good time with desert.

Be a perfect gentleman and tell me you don’t mind my awkwardness. Finding footing on rocky San Onofre Beach isn’t a big easy.

I’ll stifle the urge to demand a quick scroll past the uncourtly capture.

Drive with quiet diligence to the rules of the road.

I’ll take over the left lane for a Dream Extreme view. From Lake Elsinore to Anaheim today.

Mention that I must have been a goody two shoes growing up on Lake Street in Addison.

I’ll mention that there may a few, proud moments of spice thrown in. Best to make room for those Devils, they are doggedly determined. More seats at the Chicago red hot table, please.

Plainly comment on the cool randomness of Plaza LaFayette in Tustin.

I’ll flavor it up by suggesting a Tustin Brewing Company stop. While we taste test, I’ll mention that the best Cajun I’ve had outside of Louisiana has been in Lombard, Illinois. Cheddar biscuits unmatched.

Let’s check out creole and cajun takes before a righteous good time at Church Street Brewing and Itasca Brewing Company visits.

Sweetly love the Wrigley Field wave.

I’ll sweetly wave over an Orange County Peters Canyon visit. And I’ll add how nice it would be to visit LaSalle Canyon with you one day, free smooches behind the waterfall.

Kiss courage is a black and white no-brainer.

Admire the birds of paradise, they shine extra bright in Orange County.

I’ll admire the birds of Villa Park with major Dunkin Donuts appreciation. My Grandpa’s favorite coffee shop, a stop before visiting neighborly Elmhurst.

Appreciate the town hall in the middle of the shopping mall.

I’ll appreciate the timeless way that communities stay identified within these strip stores.

Keep me posted on our dinner date.

I’ll keep you posted on the ever-present, endless precedence to volunteers.

Bring me to the popular Anaheim streets.

I’ll bring you to some jazzy beats. And one day, I’ll could even bring you to Chicago’s House of Blues, Jazz Showcase, Blues Chicago and other legit sets.

Walk the drama llama with me as you have done for so long. Not sure who is feeding the herd, and we should definitely stay gated away from the noise. (If we want the St. Elmo drama we needn’t be dressed in fire, fyi. St. Elmo, Illinois, is just a drive away from Chicago.)

I’ll walk with you to say hello to three dancing friends.

These teammates will advance some good healthcare strategies alongside. No porridge, we haven’t the time.

Kindly accompany me to Downtown Disney, where French Market Restaurant and Ralph Brennan’s Jazz Club await.

Until then, I’ll kindly accompany you to a better future for the United States. Here’s my life, come live it in liberty and pursuit of happiness with me. And find the courage to ask. I’m so excited for your personal growth.

Be for real about berries. They are healthy, they should be more affordable, they should be available to all.

I’ll be real about this berry farm. I had a boysenberry slice in 2016 LA at work, and it was incredible, and I’ve wanted to bake a copycat ever since. Should I exclusively invite the crowd favorite? Nah, I’ll invite all of you and just happen to save him a larger than normal slice. Berry kisses are likely just as incredible, by the way.

Tell me you’ve no time to be silly, you have a business to run.

I’ll tell you that it’s time for Redi-Whip on the pie and…oops what’s that on your nose?

I’ll tell you that we can visit St. Elmo, Illinois to appreciate Conagra and their originals.

Angelically tell me you’ll ride whichever I choose.

I’ll respond that I choose the Demon, or Raging Bull, and until then we can try all of these here.

Mention that all we need is love, across the universe, with a little help from our friends.

There will be no reply from dear prudence about a devil in her heart.

Instead, oh darling, I’ll point out that I’m happy just to dance with you (why don’t we do that in the road?)

Kiss me so we can spin that happy ending.

I’ll kiss you back, no voidz in smooch waits. All the revolutions along the way are worth it.

Check out Cypress with me as you humbly comment on the town’s beautiful grace.

I’ll reply in agreement, quiet and thankful to God for you.

Excitedly point out that they have knights, squires and battles awaiting at the Anaheim Medieval Times.

I’ll excitedly point out that I am not always so sharp. Here, I am reminded of driving past Schaumburg’s Medieval Times. A place of memories of my grandparents dancing to California Raisins and I Heard It Through the Grapevine during intermission. A place where, years later, an ex-boyfriend told me that they host satanic worship every Sunday.

I believed him, I am gullible at times, and I considered how many satan worshippers there had to be to pack the place as full as he claimed. This went on for awhile, well past our drive past, and eventually he confessed. A best memory :)

Medieval Times is so great for families. Don’t you just love that green choice?

Say anything you want about games and thrones.

I’ll say that another favorite memory, in Park Ridge, was when I broke the PPE rules to answer the same ex-boyfriend’s first call.

I’ll say that I will keep an open mind about all other religions and interpretations of worship, and here is a Christian church I love. St. Paul in Park Ridge was driven past many, many times while I remained unprepared for heartbreak en route to the hospital.

Luckily I have this now, should I be unable to make the drive (and subsequent Barnelli’s pasta comfort stop).

I’ll say that it really is a shame that this case was so destructive, for so long, for a group of egos and selfish ones. Damn he’s a great guy, would’ve been nice to stay close as friends.

I’ll say that I pray for him and his family every day, in vanilla boring Christian way. And no matter who hears what through the devilish Medieval Barrington grapevines, let’s agree that Game of Thrones truly is the best show on TV.

The Power of Coasters, puppy.

Calculate that we should try X Brewery.

I’ll malfunction your algorithms with just one of those truth serums, trust me.

Agree to visit Batavia with me one day. You know my sweethearts will always remain a stop and go.

I’ll agree to take you to the bridges of Fox River in Saint Charles, Illinois before we head to the Wabash River in St. Francisville.

Drive me to Fullerton, where every imprint and script stands out.

I’ll drive you to Fullerton in Addison one day. We have Lion’s Pride over the community, it was the best grade school and the kindest community. You can’t get a better education than one that teaches to look out for eachother.

Angelically stroll the plazas of Fullerton, California with me.

I’ll wickedly love the goatee skull designs on our hearts. Halloween days in grade school are cool. This red crayon, bat girl, dalmation, cheerleader girl has tatooed those memories. I’d like to hear yours.

Cheer on the orange and blue with a virtuous spirit.

I’ll cheer on everyone’s perceived nutrition villain, the vegetable, like a twisted fairy tale plot.

Vegetables should be our besties. Thanks, Mom, for the daily playdates.

Random California art, where the answer is blowing in the wind.

Whisk me away, in cavalier embrace, to Carbon Canyon in Yorba Linda.

I’ll whisk you away, in wanton fashion, to far off places like Devil’s Stand. Don’t be shy, player.

Love the way this Baptist church sits unassumingly.

I’ll love the way that Addison and Illinois introduced to many other versions and takes, all through close friends and neighbors. I haven’t yet visited St. Anne, Illinois. Yes, that’s the old state abbreviation you see.

Announce that you’d like to visit Elmhurst and walk along the FBC sidewalk with me.

I’ll announce that we’ll have to wait until summer, so we can stand outside and grab a hamburger from Hamburger Heaven after church. Help me out and mention no mayo twice -just in case. We’ll hang this on the tree in the meantime.

Pour me the truth over ice.

I’ll pour you the truth over Medium: we may be from the Windy City yet we love all the treasured breezes that travel through.

Take a moment for one more architectural appreciation.

I’ll take that moment alongside you.

Crusher your way by clawing around jambalaya and other Orange County options.

I’ll crush on the main ingredient a bit longer. We have to make sure the story is well done, and honest, and who wouldn’t want to jump ship with a cutie?

Find that your heart wants what it wants.

Find that Mr. Chesky is a first in mine. There is no point in pretending a treasure doesn’t exist. Accept this as we move forward in life.

Be the watchmen I need, navigate us away from unnecessary wind.

I’ll keep a watch out for our morals and guiding documents, they protect the tired, poor huddled masses. I’m a part of this mass, so are you, and you should’ve come to smooch me in San Francisco so we could discuss it in person. Next time, I suppose. Or, a Fullerton date works too.

If there are angels in the outfield, let it be us.

Make sure you pray for all the players, including the baseball players who may get hurt when they accidently hurt someone in the stands.

I’ll make sure I pray for all the players, including the ones seeing stars after football-related injuries.

And I’ll make sure our orange and blue public health huddle delivers. That’s my right field role and I’m happy to be on the team, happy to see it through to the end.

Off field, I’m also happy to mention that we can even advance science alongside faith. Let’s progress. It’s not like we’re caught up in the windy medieval times.

Laters, baby. Stay curious.