For my friends that were wrapped up in the debate or Honey Boo Boo re-runs last night, the St. Louis Cardinals fell to the Giants in what some might call a “landslide”. I disagree, mainly because I live in the flatlands and I have never witnessed a real-life landslide. I feel like it would be real sad.
Back to baseball.
The game was ours to win, and we didn’t.
I do not believe it was a matter of not wanting it bad enough, I think our want and drive is what got us this far.
We were not supposed to get this far.
So thank you for a great season Cards, I’ll be here….counting down till Spring Training.
Until then, I will be rooting for Mister Weird-Beard.That, my friends, is my official statement.
Now I will go drown my sorrow in cupcakes and Barbara Streisand.
On a slightly ridiculous note, while watching my team get smacked around and flipping back between the beating and the debate I was also crafting. With Elmer’s glue. I know it’s amazing all the things women can do at once.
The glue prompted an impromptu glue-your-hands-together-like-you-are-in-second-grade-again session. What was so fun about sticking your hands together at eight years old? Do kids even still do that, or have they learned? I just got frustrated, Tim says it’s because I didn’t lather the glue on. I say it’s because I couldn’t grab the remote with glue hands.
I hope Brian Wilson never tries to put glue on his hands, it would inevitably end up in his beard. Scary thought.
But recently I have been growing a little sweet spot for gold.
There is something sweet and girly about gold, maybe when the price of it started going up I started taking notice of it’s sparkle.
Oh wait…I am not a gold digger.
But I am digging this gold.While perusing one of my new favorite sites Stella & Dot I noticed all the things that I was jotting down on my I’ve-been-good-for-Christmas list happened to have something in common.
This is not your grandmother’s gold people, the pops of color keep it fresh and fun. Although there’s a certain vintage charm that comes with sporting giz-old.
Everything above can be found on Stella & Dot, in case you are starting your Christmas shopping early friends.
This is not a blatant hint…ahem I really love the green ring. What is your favorite?
The most common thing we heard before we left on our almost two week road trip was, “oh this will be the ultimate test”.
Of course there were variations like, “pack a big bag of patience” and “please try not to kill each other” and even “whoa nelly you two will be enemies by day three”.
Not very encouraging.
T and I have always traveled well together, but we are talking small weekend trips here kids. We really started psyching ourselves up for 13 days of being in a two foot radius of one another.To our surprise, it was easy breezy fun. Disclaimer: we do not have chittlins, I believe that to be extremely important information.
We of course had our moments of frazzled map reading, and insane traffic never made us giggly….but we did a good job of remembering that we were frustrated with the situation and not with each other.
Once we hit the downward slope, aka the drive home…we both got a little grumpy. But there were never any blowouts, which I think we both fully expected.
All my life I have looked at traveling as very hectic. Traveling meant arguing at least 32% of the trip, usually in the very beginning. I’ve been on some trips where people fight the whole time…not fun y’all.
Feeling like we might be onto something….we put together a list for you all.
We hope all of your travels are as happy as ours!