Not so much today.
And this is usually a baseball field.
Not so much today.
(This is the Clearwater Threshers stadium by the way--they're the High A Phillies team about 15 miles west of us.)
Tuesday, June 26, 2012
Oh, Debby
This is usually a dock.
Not so much today.
And this is usually a baseball field.
Not so much today.
(This is the Clearwater Threshers stadium by the way--they're the High A Phillies team about 15 miles west of us.)
Not so much today.
And this is usually a baseball field.
Not so much today.
(This is the Clearwater Threshers stadium by the way--they're the High A Phillies team about 15 miles west of us.)
Monday, June 18, 2012
If You Give a Girl a Husband...
We're fresh off the All Star Break. Three glorious days off. We spent them flying across the country to go to Nik's brother's wedding in California. It was the most time we've spent together since the offseason. I loved every minute of it but the second I left for work this morning, I felt that old familiar pang. We'd been apart five minutes and I missed him. Like really really bad. Pathetic but hear me out.
You know it's weird but the more time we spend together, the harder it is to be apart. When Nik was in Charleston and I was in Tampa last year, I thought it was absolute torture. But now it's like every time I see him is a tease. Like someone putting a bowl of ice cream in front on you and only letting you have one bite every so often and a scoop or two on the weekend. A taste is not enough! (that is completely not sexual by the way). Does that make sense?
I'm not whining right now just so you know. I don't want it to come off like that because I know how lucky I am to see him at all. It's just something I've noticed in my own experience. It seems like when I had the chance to be completely on my own, I was sad but I had to adjust and make my own plans, get into my own groove and have my own routine. But now our lives are intertwined in a way that makes it difficult for me to feel established on my own. Instead of living my life, I'm waiting for Nik to get home. And I do it to myself, I know I do. But gosh it's just so much easier than making the effort to distract myself or better yet find something I truly enjoy and do it.
So until Wednesday at about 1 am, it's just me and Beary Manilow watching Euro Cup, eating cereal for dinner, missing Nik (obvi) and holding down the fort. Not a bad way to spend a road trip, right?
You know it's weird but the more time we spend together, the harder it is to be apart. When Nik was in Charleston and I was in Tampa last year, I thought it was absolute torture. But now it's like every time I see him is a tease. Like someone putting a bowl of ice cream in front on you and only letting you have one bite every so often and a scoop or two on the weekend. A taste is not enough! (that is completely not sexual by the way). Does that make sense?
I'm not whining right now just so you know. I don't want it to come off like that because I know how lucky I am to see him at all. It's just something I've noticed in my own experience. It seems like when I had the chance to be completely on my own, I was sad but I had to adjust and make my own plans, get into my own groove and have my own routine. But now our lives are intertwined in a way that makes it difficult for me to feel established on my own. Instead of living my life, I'm waiting for Nik to get home. And I do it to myself, I know I do. But gosh it's just so much easier than making the effort to distract myself or better yet find something I truly enjoy and do it.
So until Wednesday at about 1 am, it's just me and Beary Manilow watching Euro Cup, eating cereal for dinner, missing Nik (obvi) and holding down the fort. Not a bad way to spend a road trip, right?
Meet Beary Manilow-the first Valentine's gift I ever got as a wife.
Thursday, June 14, 2012
Life and Stuff
So I’ve been a very bad blogger lately. And I’m starting to get that guilty, nagging, disappointed with yourself feeling I used to get when I’d promise to write in my journal and inevitably didn’t. I’m not sure who I was promising that to. Future readers? The journal itself? Anyway, the point is I’m going to be better and you should ignore my journal when it tells you not to hold your breath.
Seriously, the thing is that I’m like really, really lazy. I have ideas and time and zero motivation. It’s so much more fulfilling to drown your sorrows/boredom in strange and random TV shows you’ve never seen before. In fact, after yesterday I have now seen at least one episode of every USA Original Series except Blue Collar—quite the feat, right? My life is sad - I’ll tell you all about it in a future post that I will write really soon because I’m a regular blogger now!
Thursday, June 7, 2012
Monday, April 2, 2012
Things on my Mind
Let me start off by saying that I love and trust the Lord. I am completely aware that He, in His infinite wisdom, knows far more about the way of things than I do but... cockroaches, seriously?!? I've been thinking about what their purpose could possibly be. There are many creepy animals who have a clear purpose--spiders for example. They mostly leave people alone (unless you're in the Forbidden Forest or playing Jumanji--in both cases, I'm sorry to say, the blame lays entirely with you) AND they control certain bug populations by eating them and also spell things in their webs for little pigs. But cockroaches. Why are they here? What do they do? Except, of course, fall on the heads of unsuspecting young women who are trying to have romantic twilight walks with their sweethearts. But that hardly constitutes a reason for existence. I suppose this will remain one of life's great mysteries..
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
Nervous Nellie
Nik’s first Spring Training game is this weekend. THIS WEEKEND. As I’ve considered this and the fact that the season is starting in three weeks, that familiar baseball-related anxiousness has started creeping back into my life.
There are a lot of things about this lifestyle that I’ve pretty well mastered. Staying calm during games is not one of them. Which is ironic considering that Nik is completely the opposite-cool as a cucumber (today is old woman phrase day—don’t worry about it) and completely in control.
Oh, but one of us has to be a basket case, right? And better me than him, right? I mean, if you really focused in on the crowd, I’m positive you could pick me out during any of Nik’s starts. I make almost no noise—polite clapping at the end of each half inning and slightly less than polite clapping (relief clapping is what it is) at the end of each outing. So you’ll have to use a keen eye, but it can be done.
You see, I will be the one whose knees are shaking fast enough to convince those around me I have an irreparably advanced case of Restless Leg Syndrome. I will also be the one wincing randomly. And, of course, the one muttering slightly under my breath, sending my husband soft messages of encouragement that he cannot hear and that he would ignore if he could. Or else, I’m the one with both hands covering my mouth so that those nearby cannot tell that I am muttering slightly under my breath. I like to believe the hands over the mouth make me seem less crazy but it’s probably a tossup.
And so it is. Another season of baseball games begins. Another season of weekly panicking and many opportunities for me to look like an over caffeinated mental patient. Let’s play ball!
There are a lot of things about this lifestyle that I’ve pretty well mastered. Staying calm during games is not one of them. Which is ironic considering that Nik is completely the opposite-cool as a cucumber (today is old woman phrase day—don’t worry about it) and completely in control.
Oh, but one of us has to be a basket case, right? And better me than him, right? I mean, if you really focused in on the crowd, I’m positive you could pick me out during any of Nik’s starts. I make almost no noise—polite clapping at the end of each half inning and slightly less than polite clapping (relief clapping is what it is) at the end of each outing. So you’ll have to use a keen eye, but it can be done.
You see, I will be the one whose knees are shaking fast enough to convince those around me I have an irreparably advanced case of Restless Leg Syndrome. I will also be the one wincing randomly. And, of course, the one muttering slightly under my breath, sending my husband soft messages of encouragement that he cannot hear and that he would ignore if he could. Or else, I’m the one with both hands covering my mouth so that those nearby cannot tell that I am muttering slightly under my breath. I like to believe the hands over the mouth make me seem less crazy but it’s probably a tossup.
And so it is. Another season of baseball games begins. Another season of weekly panicking and many opportunities for me to look like an over caffeinated mental patient. Let’s play ball!
Thursday, March 8, 2012
Random Musings
Payday
The first unmarked envelope filled with $100 bills arrived. Baseball season and its accompanying sketchiness have officially begun.
New Tunes
Okay, I’m kind of scared to say this—if you have younger, “hip” siblings you understand why. They’ve basically bullied me into never revealing songs or artists I like because they always respond with “that song is sooo old.” Conversation over. But I just like this song so much I can’t help myself. It’s called “Somebody I Used to Know” by Gotye. Have you heard it? Am I so late?
Hot Water Drought Update
Our hot water worked perfectly for exactly twenty four hours. Now it’s hot for about five minutes before turning to something I would classify as almost lukewarm. The maintenance man and his supervisor were supposed to come by this morning to verify (this is 100% true) that the problem is with our water heater nipples. I am officially tired of this adventure.
Hope everyone is LOVING spring training:)
The first unmarked envelope filled with $100 bills arrived. Baseball season and its accompanying sketchiness have officially begun.
New Tunes
Okay, I’m kind of scared to say this—if you have younger, “hip” siblings you understand why. They’ve basically bullied me into never revealing songs or artists I like because they always respond with “that song is sooo old.” Conversation over. But I just like this song so much I can’t help myself. It’s called “Somebody I Used to Know” by Gotye. Have you heard it? Am I so late?
Hot Water Drought Update
Our hot water worked perfectly for exactly twenty four hours. Now it’s hot for about five minutes before turning to something I would classify as almost lukewarm. The maintenance man and his supervisor were supposed to come by this morning to verify (this is 100% true) that the problem is with our water heater nipples. I am officially tired of this adventure.
Hope everyone is LOVING spring training:)
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