I went to San Antonio for work last week (read: Starbucks 3 mornings in a row, king bed to myself, People magazine, and a job I love!!) I flew with the Laredo Lemurs on both flights home. So of course, we had to get out to the ballpark and watch our very own Wingnuts kick their asses!
I just love that ballpark. Big enough to have your own bench, little enough that 500 people make the air crackle.
This little lady ate the whole bag. More sugar than she's ever had, but hey - its the ballpark. This is how we do it.
When you're 9 going on 15, and you're pissed at your parents, this is where you sit.
These drummers and their mad skills made my night. I.love.drums....Rhythm and a good hard beat. Makes my insides pump! It always has!
Bonus! Grandma and Grandpa happened to be there!!
Besides my job of kids and home and all things domestic, I'm working two jobs - one's new, and although great, we all know how I do with new-ness. And, speaking of NUTS the other is a psych unit of severely disturbed and suicidal people. Its good, but 50 hours in one week is stupid. It exhausts me and simultaneously makes it hard to sleep.
A night at the ballpark with this hottie is exactly what the doctor ordered!
