All Stars Versus Old Balls

My husband is a baller.

Not joking, he loves to play with balls.

Well, I mean softballs but on special occasions, baseballs too.

He had something like 10 records in high school and I want to say about 3 or 4 of them remain in his name (he graduated in 2000).

In August, August 11th to be exact, Barney and a bunch of other alumni of CW got together to play a little game of baseball.

They called themselves the All Stars and the game was played against a team of 50+ who play together regularly in a league.

Barney was the starter at the pitching position.
It was like my high school dream come true.
Yeah, I'm MARRIED to the pitcher and yeah, he's got a real cute tush.
The only thing that would have made it better is if it was football and he was QB.
Actually, it doesn't matter...any man in a sports uniform is A-okay by me.

I don't know exactly how to describe the game.  

It was rather uneventful, except for the last couple of innings.  

No one scored but no one also broke a hip so I guess that's a win in everyone's book.

Aaannnddd...Barney only hit three people.

It was fun to see a bunch of men (in baseball pants, I might add!) get together to play America's favorite past time who haven't touched a baseball since they left the game.

It was a pretty good way to spend a summer night.

I know one little one year old had a blast.

Letters On A Friday

Dear Friday and the weekend,

I am beyond excited that you're here.  Why is that holiday weeks seem to take forever to get through compared to normal weeks??

Dear sangria,

You are delicious and make my life more complete.  I'm big gulping you tomorrow.  Be prepared.

Dear Husband,

 Even though you have the ability to nag like no one ever has, I still love you...today.  We'll see what tomorrow brings.  Oh, thanks for lunch today.

Dear everyone who's coming over for the big game tomorrow, 

I love you long time.  We haven't had a big partay at our house for some time now and I'm ready.

Dear blog design,

I rocked you and I'm proud of that.  I'm guess I'm a wee bit more than elementary in understanding java.

Dear late night runs,

You have the ability to not let me sleep but I've been rocking you like a hurricane.  7 miles in 57 minutes last night...yeah, buddy!

Dear readers,

Thank you!

Dear Cyclowns,

Get ready to be owned. 

Love,

The Hawkeyes

And with that I bring you these little funnies in honor of the big Iowa/Iowa State game tomorrow.

(I actually had two brothers graduate from Iowa State.  One is actually a Hawkeye fan.)

Have a fabulous weekend!  I know I will.

Meeting Mitch

{Mitchell Patrick was born March 10th, 2012 at 2:01 PM.  He was 7lbs, 7 ounces and 21 inches long}

The weekend of March 30th - April 1st we made the 5 hour road trip (or is it four minus the time change?) over to see my brother, sister-in-law, niece and new nephew in West Lafayette.

The road trip down seemed sort of long.  We stopped at Five Guys in Peoria for lunch and oh my word of the bacon cheeseburger Gods it was good!  Like the best burger I've had, good.  The fries could be improved on but the burgers definitely held their own.  Every chance I get, I'll be stopping by to get my grease fix...and Five Guys, if you're reading this bring that shiz to the QC!

Other than that deliciousness, the ride down also consisted of naps, reading, my sister making inappropriate gestures and Quinn beating her head against our tablet, screaming "are we there yet?"  Girl was not having it in the car.  Something about not being able to move around for 4 hours that can make a girl pissy.  The only thing that really entertained her was my hair in her face.

 Saturday night consisted of hanging out at my brothers house and getting our fill of holding the little one.

Sunday morning we took Quinn down (or was it up?) to the hotel pool for her first ever swim.  My brother, his wife and the kids met us there.  Quinn had so much fun she almost fell asleep in her floater and Raegan was well, typical, crazy, Raegan.

Once everyone was pooled out, we all got ready and headed back over to my brothers.  My sister-in-law had a photographer over to take newborn pictures, brother/sister pictures and since Quinn was in town, a few cousin pictures. 

If you're wondering what kind of camera the photographer used, it was a Canon...model not specified but look of stupidity was given.  Sorry, I ask...I have a natural curiosity when it comes to cameras and photography.

The ride home seemed even longer but we did manage to have a content baby and other passengers thanks to my sisters lap top and Toy Story 3.

And yes, I realize this little event took place 6 whole months ago...what can I say...I'm on the ball?