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The following blog is not rehearsed. There are no actors involved.  It has not been edited to fit your computer screen.  This is real life.  Actual events.

First, I'll start with the good stuff. Today we found a great outdoor shopping area right up the road.  So fun! We had lunch at McAlister's..yummy (brings back memories of Little Rock) and just maxed and relaxed.   Turns out there is life here.  

Let me bring you up-to-date on yesterday's events.  It was an eventful day for Jenn.  I've always been one of those "it only happens to you" kinda people.  All of you already know this about me. So here's how it played out:

1. Ran to Walmart (couldn't find a Target, of course) to buy some cheap winter garb.  Hat, scarf, some lovely mittens. Know what they had?  Swimsuits.  Yep, not a warm piece of fabric in the place.  This just reconfirms my beliefs on ole Wally mart.  
   
2.  Arrive at the game just a bit before the first pitch and am informed that the players lot is "full." I'm no mathematician, but here's what ran through my mind as the lot attendee was talking:  HUGE player lot+most of the players cars have not arrived from being shipped from fla+only 3 wives here+I technically have Dallas' one car that will occupy his one space= plenty of empty spaces for jenn to have rockstar parking this evening.  Either half of the team has extended family in ABQ or this man is not doing his job. 
3. So, I proceed to pull into some special area that, by the way, did NOT have signs posted that I was evidently not supposed to drive over.  Oopsy.  The baseball park employee was not amused.  He was not a gentleman.  I apologized first, then proceeded to inform him that he may want to invest in some signs, banners, posters, or perhaps he could wear a t-shirt that says "Do not drive your car in this spot, right here, this exact spot.  Oh, and I am a jerk."  I'm sure he'll do that for the next game.  
4. Next, I walk in the stadium (to the popular sounds of Country Boys Can Survive") which I knew meant my hubby was at the plate.  I know, we like to just go ahead and let em know we're a little redneck.  No need to put on a facade.  They think it anyway when you are 6'4, you have a mean stare, brought your fishing gear on the plane and are from a small North Carolina town.  I am about to glance down at my ticket and familiarize myself with this enormous place, when a gust of 30 mph winds come through and my ticket takes on a life of it's own.  Yep, I watched as my ticket went on a joy ride through the park.  I stood there, watched Dallas draw a walk (yeah) and went on a quest to find the "family section."  FYI: this is quite easy to find.  Just look for the only girls in the place not dressed appropriately for a baseball game.  Their hair is perfect, their jeans are expensive, they have a "please don't talk to me and find out I'm a player's wife" look on their face, they look stressed out watching the game (as if their husband's entire career lies on that one out), oh, the ultimate...they have on heels.  It never fails.  
5. So, found it.  The temperature was dropping by the inning.  Each time I looked up, it was colder.  Another wife saw me in my frost and offered to show me the family room.  Cha-Ching! Yes, folks, I watched the remainder of the game from the comforts of a couch and tv.  Ah, I loved it.  On a side note...the announcers actually dropped a line about Dallas' love for Nascar on his 3rd AB.  So, officially we are the hicks of the team.  It gave me a good laugh.  priceless. 
6. After the game we learn that 2 of the 3 guys Dallas has "bonded" with got sent down.  Crazy.  They are good players.  This game is unpredictable.  You just never know.  So, now Dallas has to try and get by with one friend or become a little more outgoing.  Yeah, I predict he'll stick with just the one.
7. If that's not enough, we snuggle into bed by 2 am and just as we are counting sheep... the fire alarm goes off.  Yep, loud as it can be.  So, jenn and half of the Isotopes venture out in the freezing cold at 3 am.  

This, my dear, is a day in the life.  Who needs reality tv?  This is where it is people. 

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See ya Sunday.