May 26, 2016

Emotions


I had my MRI this morning. I'm assuming since I don't have a follow-up appointment for two weeks, I don't have bone cancer. Well, I'm logically assuming that. Emotionally, I'm kind of a wreck and convinced that's the issue. It's kind of a bizarre day when you're praying you just have degenerative bone loss. I'm happy to have the four day weekend in front of me, because I don't think I'd be very good at holding things together at work.

But C-man has a game tonight, as long as it doesn't rain out. And I have to get up to see my bees. So there are more important things to think about and gin and tonics to be drunk. I'll just be over here pretending to enjoy it all and not be a worrying mess.

May 25, 2016

Depressed


I finally made it to the rheumatologist today. Somehow, my arthritis issues have not magically gone away. I'm more than a little depressed about my morning.

May 24, 2016

Is it the weekend yet?


Last night's game was a schlacking. And not in favor of the Nationals. Oh boy, this team... C-man did pretty well, and looked great in his new red catchers gear. So there was that. And now, we're expecting a lot of days of rain. Is it wrong to hope they get rained out on Thursday? I can't take another game like that.

In other news, I have a four day weekend coming up. I should probably go see my bees. But other than that, I'm planning on some downtime. Ahhhh.... I can almost feel it.

May 23, 2016

Productivity


It was an absolutely fantastic weekend. Beasley got two park visits. The garage got picked up, the house cleaned, laundry done, plants bought, gardens cleaned and prepped, gardens planted, lawn mowed, groceries purchased, fish food purchased, car cleaned, C-man's room organized, a ton of stuff donated to Goodwill, bee equipment organized, new red catchers gear bought, gin and tonics drank, and s'mores eaten.

In the words of Beerman, "Can you even imagine what our summers would look like if we didn't have baseball?" Indeed.

May 20, 2016

TGIF


C-man played a great game last night. It was against a lot of his wrestler buddies, so showing up was important. He hit well (a really solid double off a friend), caught great (especially for the first time since he'd sprained his thumb), and even made a beyond amazing catch in center field to rob his good friend of at least a double. (His teammates dubbed it Trout-like) Afterward, he declared it the most fun he'd ever had losing. And that's what baseball is about, I suppose.


Now we have a baseball-free weekend in front of us, and the weather is supposed to be glorious. After the annual plant sale tomorrow morning, I'm hoping my arthritis nonsense holds off enough to be able to get some stuff done around the house and clean out my gardens. And, of course, drink the champagne Beerman got us for our anniversary. Definitely a yes on that one.


Cheers to the weekend, my friends. Cheers.

May 19, 2016

15


Today marks 15 years of marriage to Beerman. We'll pass it with some work, a band concert, and a Little League game that will probably be a total schlacking because our coach feels like coaching this team like they're 6 year olds, switching their batting order and where they play every inning regardless as to the kid's knowledge or ability, and the other team is good. But enough about that nonsense before I get incredibly angry again.

Back to the important stuff - I've been married for 15 years. During that time, we've had 3 dogs, 1 kid, and 1 house. Together, we've traveled to 5 continents, endured an arthritis diagnosis, and made it through a bathroom and kitchen remodel. We've laughed. We've fought. We've lost some close to us. And we've made an incredible amount of good friends.

Our marriage probably isn't different than most. At least those that have made it. But it's mine. And for that, I'm so incredibly thankful, I cannot even put it into words.

Here's to the next 15.

May 17, 2016

Three Things


  1. Aaaachoo!
  2. There's no baseball tonight. Because there's a wrestling camp, of course.
  3. Day 1 of no sugar isn't going well. I ate a piece of Kit Kat. Oh well.