I have been a Bad, Bad Blogger

I need to do my usual disclaimer:This blog in particular is long.  It's detailed and I was tired when I wrote it after traveling on a 5:45 am flight.  Grab your cup of Joe and take a load off.  If your busy, read it in segments.  Just know, that tomorrow I promise to give you a much sweeter, shorter and cuter post.  And best of all, one that includes Reese.

Did you think the state of Iowa had taken me hostage?  

Perhaps, I drown in one of their torrential floods?

Oh wait, Dallas could no longer go on without me this season and insisted I never leave.  (this one, I know to be true, I just needed to get home to our baby girl)

Sadly, I am just a bad, bad blogger.  Although, I love my blogging (which is why I added it to the mix alongside our family site in February) I deserved a good break, people. After all, you always appreciate things more when you have a little time away right?  I sure hope that's how you feel about me.  Did absence make your heart grow fonder of reesiepieciepoo?

I'll tell you what it did for me...it made me want to throw up everyday.  I am very torn.  I'm with Dallas, loving our alone time, silliness, the fact that my hair actually gets styled, oh, and my teeth brushed too.  Yet, I miss Reese.  Then, I am here with my babygirl and I get nauseated, I miss Dallas so much.  Torn between two loves, truly.

Dallas and I had so much fun.  I, understandably, had concerns about a weekend in Iowa, however, the opportunity arose and we like to not go more than two weeks apart, so I headed to the Atlanta airport. (sorry for the overabundance of commas)  Lucky for me, sad for them, a few people missed their connection so I easily got on my flight.  Thank goodness for Ms. Martain & those buddy passes!  I got there in time for the game. It was a great stadium, friendly people, etc.  I even met wives on the other team.  Really, Des Moines will not go down on my "never, ever will I go there again" list.  There was great shopping, good restaurants, no traffic, no Jenn getting lost for hours...what else can you ask for?  However, there was one big negative.  The hotel.  It was very questionable indeed.  I think even Rookie would have snubbed it.  Let's just say I didn't spend any time relaxing in the hotel.  Nope, when we got up, I got out.

I know I said no baseball talk (this is not dallasbaseballpoo.blogspot), but everyone got so excited, I should mention that it may not be me, but a mountain dew to blame.  He tied the PCL record with 7 straight homeruns in consecutive games.  Here's how it went down:

Going into Thursday he had 5.  I got to the game in the 8th inning when I landed and he had hit #6.  (I would like to note that I was technically in the state of Iowa, even in the city of Des Moines when he hit #6, just not at the park) 

Then, I was running a tad bit late (it was a doubleheader and a 5:00 game, can you blame me? If you're a wife, you get it) I listened to his walk on the radio.  Parked the car, went inside the Chick-fil-A to grab dinner, came out, wouldn't cha know...#7.  Once again, I was in the city, people.  Just not "technically" in the park.  This tied the record.  I brought it to Dallas' attention that I have yet to be in the ballpark when he hit one.  After weighing our odds, we made a sound, marital decision...Jenn needs to stay away from the park for the next game.  So sad.  How are you bad luck when your husband hits 7 homers in a row and is leading all of the minors in homers with 28?  Turns out, you can be.  You're looking, scratch that, reading the writings of the woman who slaughtered the record. I'll own it.  Well, half own it.  He text me a little before the game asking for a mountain dew (a pregame ritual, if you will) because someone had been a little thirsty and drank his.  I informed him that this would mean I would actually have to set foot in the stadium.  He chanced it.  Needed it 30 minutes before game time and in the form of a can, not bottle, specifically.  I was actually nervous for him the whole game.  It was another double header, so you only get 3 at bats instead of the usual 4.  He went 1-3 with a triple (that I'm convinced could have been an in the park homer if he had  ran a little faster, evidently, my screaming from the stands did not add up to induced speed around the bases).  No complaints.  I was actually nervous, which I do not get anymore.  After your husband has two major surgeries, you're just glad he's out there.  So, was it my presence or merely the fact that he didn't have his regular mountain dew available?  We'll never know.  For now, we share this honor with Claude Westmoreland who set it in 1977.  Do you think Claude's family was watching the game rooting against us so we would not break the record? Hhmmm...something to ponder.  Hey, the world did it to Maris, therefore, it could happen to McPherson.

It was a great trip.  We had a date night Sunday (that included Baker, Barnwell & Nestor) who are all great guys.  Have I mentioned that this is my favorite team Dallas has ever been a part of?  I think it helps you understand why, when your husband is hitting over .300 with a ton of homers and can't sniff a callup with the florida marlins.  (when you read that last sentence be sure to emphasize florida marlins that's how it's meant to be read.) He's on a great team.  The guys all are personable, loyal to their wives, they have fun.  The kind of people you want your husband surrounded by. 

 The Lord is good.  He places us where we will flourish if we allow him. And we are sitting back and allowing him to take the wheel even if it's not in the car we sometimes wish we were driving.  

This weekend it was in a rented Cobalt. But, I had my honey (and who ever rode home with us each night crammed in the backseat) right next to me.  

What a sweet ride it was.