N had a baseball game today, and even though he's been sick/recovering all week, he wanted to give it a shot and play. I knew he wasn't at 100%, but I also know he'd have to dress out and be ready in Athletics on Monday morning, so a baseball game where he can sit out if he needs to seemed like a pretty good idea.
Y'all. They got their butts handed to them. N played first, then third, then first again. He didn't catch after hurting his knee last weekend. There was a wide variety of pitching/catching choices, and the coach literally pulled a catcher mid-inning, which I've never seen before. It was bad. I had high-ish hopes when our team scored 5 in the first inning, but it all went downhill from there, and that's all they scored.
I think we made it through 2.5 innings. It was literally that bad. Final score? 11-5, Durham Bulls. The good news is, N's friend, T, is on that team so his mom and I got to sit and talk and giggle and cheer on our own people instead of the teams we actually belong to. And on the way out, I got to see more friends who had to double-take since my hair was an entirely different color. It was pulled up in a ponytail so it was hard to tell, but I kept hearing, "You just look different."
I think my trip to the fabric store this afternoon, prior to the game, changed me. The fabric store? Well, for the un-crafty like me, it's a life changer. No-sew fleece blankets is about as crafty as I go..and that's if I'm fiercely motivated. I think the boys might get new ones for Christmas, although I'm not sure what direction to go for B's. N is all over the place: Air Force, Navy, his spirit animal (I'm pretty sure he was joking on that one, but who knows...), baseball. I'm thinking Air Force on one side, baseball on the other, but I'll have to see. It's a process. B, on the other hand, will like anything, but I really want him to LOVE it. I miss him. I haven't seen him since last Friday, and I miss him like crazy.
Anyway, the fabric store. Since Christmas is in D-town this year, both my mom and I want to have "puzzle" tables set up at our respective homes. She has a card table, but I just have my kitchen table or a coffee table, neither of which will do. She found an additional card table at a resale shop, but the top is ripped, which is actually pretty okay, because we decided to cover the tops with fabric and vinyl for a personalized "whatever" table. I talked myself out of getting a baseball print because I thought it would be too busy (but it was REALLY cute), and decided on a dark purple with a subtle silver polka dot. I know this is fascinating, but I swear we spent 2 hours at the fabric store (they were having a sale that ended...you guessed it. TODAY) and even now, when I close my eyes, I see row after row of fabric. It's my worst nightmare.
Crafts.
AHHHHHHHH.
We figured out our game plan, and what color we wanted to paint the legs, and by "we" I definitely mean my mom because I'm not allowed to use any kind of tools, including a staple gun. Scissors are iffy. I'm the girl who almost killed everyone when I decided to rewire my dryer from a 3-prong plug to a 4-prong. Or maybe that's backwards. Anyway, I did it in semi-darkness in the garage and ended up having to call my dad to come help and lost track of the ground wire and he had to call someone to talk him through it, and I'm banned from home improvement for life.
It's probably for the best. Also, I digress.
I will have a black legged purple topped card table soon. And I'm excited.
Because sometimes it really is the little things.
Also, I hate 7th grade math.
That is all.
Aubs
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