take me out to the ballgame.

yesterday as i was getting the boys ready for their baseball game, i had to explain to them that they have a new helmet because lice was going around their school, etc.  and lord have mercy, from "i don't really think i want to go to baseball today."  to "will you check my head one more time?" they were stressed.

i had to look up pictures on my phone and show them what lice looked like, and of course since they are magnetized 1000%, that helped...like...none.  stress...

i finally convinced them that it was really okay and that they were probably not going to get lice at the ball field to which i was only met with..."but i could, right?"
so i gave up and did a dance and sang real loud and changed the subject.  bless me.  this nanny stuff can get hairy.
ten minutes in -

she was mad at me.  i brought the wrong sippy cup and heaven forbid had filled it with water to HYDRATE her instead of MILK to curdle in the HEAT.  and had eaten all her snacks and the ipad had died.  ten minutes.
and lets remember, i had two boys to cheer on...and they were watching me to make sure i was watching them.


after crying and whining for most all of the game and having layers upon layers of dirt, she declared that she was just going to sleep.

what started as a stressful afternoon, ended great when he got the game ball.
boyfriend was excited.

and so was his nanny.

a braves kinda day.

at the sake of being a day two weeks late and a whole lot of dollars short, i am here to tell you that on memorial day, brad and i went to atlanta to see a braves game.  i had three oozing blisters on the bottom of both feet and could not stop sneezing.  it was basically limp...achoo...limp...achoo...i was pitiful.  then the game started and we were able to sit and that was great on the blisters and all, and such a relief to be in the 101 degree hot sun.  

while we were there, brad told me he could name all of the team members of the 1992 team...so let's hear it, dude.  batter, batter, swing...  he got a B+, not quite the ACE he was looking for, but i pride myself in being a strict teacher, and there was question of possible cheating.  we won't go into that here, though.  that's another day, another blog.

this day, being memorial day, they honored all the service men and women who have fought and are fighting for our country, and a few of the brave men and women even took to the field before the game started.

we interrupt this blog for...this tshirt. that light blue one right there.  it say, "even chuck norris wanted to be in the beta club."  every where we go, when i get home unknowing to me, the camera just finds cool, funny, off beat tshirts and takes their pictures.  so, i present to you my favorite of that day...

 back to our regularly scheduled blog.  you can thank me later.

as i was wiping the sweat from my brow, pits, behind the knees, legs...you get the point.  i looked way, way, way up...almost to heaven and saw all the men and women that the braves had chosen to honor that day in...well...almost heaven.  they had the worst seats in the house and i was floored that this is where they would choose to seat these individuals.

really, i was taken aback.  it was their day and they were in the nose bleeds...

the nose bleeds that were completely shaded.  see how calm and collected they were?  i was fanning like my life depended on it, just daring the person beside me to accidently come in contact with my wet skin, and there they were in the best seats in the house...with shade.  lucky them.  the braves know what they are doing after all.

not me.

shocker.