Some days really go my way, and others seem to be stacked against me.
Today was one of the good days. I've had a deadline looming over my head for a couple of weeks: an outline of the 25 page paper that's due toward the end of September. With footnotes.
I loathe, despise, and abominate footnotes. I never know how much information to put in them. Also, they suck.
Anyway, I've been meaning to sit down and start it, but things have gotten in the way...like grocery shopping, and trying to figure out how to work my new phone, and staring at my messy house that I need to clean for my Monopoly session with random people I've never met on Friday.
This morning, though, my first class was optional since the outline is due at 11:59 p.m. I decided to take an absence in my other online class and spend the morning working on the outline so I'd have a better idea about how stressed I would be during N's doubleheader.
So, I started. Because that's the hardest part...getting started. I used random sentences and headings and pictures and footnoted the crap out of everything. When I attached it to an email to send to my professor, I sent a disclaimer: "This is an extremely rough draft...please. Be gentle."
She emailed me back less than an hour later and said, "This is exactly what I was looking for!"
It was submitted before 12:30, and I had the rest of the day to do whatever...so I went to Target.
Because that's the funnest.
I came home and whipped up my favorite veggie dip (Thanks, Aunt Patty!), then went to pick N up from school. Oh, and I picked up some new batting gloves because he totally ripped the palm out of his other pair last weekend. That kind of makes gripping things difficult. I think. Anyway, he was surprised and pleased to find new gloves in his seat when he got in the car, and decided they were pretty great. Mom wins.
My win was short-lived because he was not about to get ready for baseball nor did he want to leave early to avoid traffic. I sweetened the deal by offering Chick Fil-A if we went early, and he was in. It was one of the funnest car rides EVER. My XM did NOT disappoint on the way to the ball fields, and N was mortified. But he was also laughing himself silly.
He just wouldn't share my microphone. It's also my fist. So there's that. Here was the 4 song line-up that put us both over the edge:
When I Said I Do: Clint Black
Goodbye Earl: The Dixie Chicks
Lost in this Moment: Big & Rich
Tim McGraw: Taylor Swift
I went from song to song without skipping a beat or missing a word...and even when N turned off the radio during Goodbye Earl, I kept going and matched up with the song when I turned the radio back on. He was trying so hard not to laugh...but he just lost it. Y'all, it was so funny! And I'm so glad we had such a good time on the way to the baseball fields because it totally set the tone for the night. We were there an hour before game time, which was kind of perfect because he had time to warm up with his teammate before everyone else started showing up. Us Margarita Club girls stick together...and plot ways to get our third member back home to us.
Anyway, my main gripe is that the score boards haven't worked for the last two weeks, and it's really irritating. I can't be expected to keep up with the score of the game in front of me AND shout out updates for the Rangers game for those who have dead phone batteries. The first game started at 6:00, and they run 1:45, so I was really confused when the umps said, "That's game!" and it was only 7:15. I mean, I knew we were scoring runs, but I didn't realize they were scoring none. Mercy rule! Yay us...sad for them.
That left the boys with a ton of downtime between that game and our second game with its 8:00 start. So things got silly. A couple of the dads got the boys lined up to take a serious picture ("No smiles, please."), but some of those boys are just smilers. Then they did a fun picture...and this is where it got super fun! Y'all! My new phone takes pictures that move!
It's like I have Hogwarts right in my phone! I showed the boys, and they were like, "Whoa! Do it again!" They all sat on the front row in the stands to watch the remainder of the first game and I got the entire group of them sitting there, paying attention to the game, with all of their numbers on their backs.
It was precious. I love it!
The second game started on time and...wouldn't you know it? The second game kind of went the same way as the first. I was hollering out Rangers updates (They won, 5-3) and our boys went on to mercy rule again: 17-1. I think. I mean. I lost track. But they scored all the runs and the other team only scored one.
We were taking one of N's teammates home, so N, W.K., and I headed home. On the way home, it's like N has this epiphany and he says, "You know...I never really got it before, but baseball games really do go better if you have a good time while you're playing."
Um, you think? He went on to talk about how he had a really rough 5 years with trying to learn that in his life, and I responded with, "YOU had a rough 5 years? How about the rest of us who had to deal with that mess?" while W.K. laughed in the backseat. Then they collaborated while trying to figure out what my password might be since chopping off my thumb to access my phone is not an option.
We did some super stealth moves to get W.K. into his house, and then we were on our way home. EARLIER than normal. I told him..."Mercy rules work for us as long as we're the ones showing mercy, not receiving it."
He said he'd try. Which is great. Since there's only one more regular season game and tournaments don't use the mercy rule. It makes me nervous and excited!
Tomorrow? It's all about my B!
Aubs
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