Hello Louie

I’m not a baseball fan. Heck, I’m not much of a sports fan, period. But if we happen to score FREE tickets to a local sporting event, I’m not likely to turn that down. (Did I mention the tickets were FREE??)

The son of the bass player in Kevin’s band took over our local sportscaster’s job, and he gave Kevin two free tickets to our local minor league baseball team – the Springfield Cardinals. They built this nice stadium in the middle of our sagging downtown area and I thought they were a little crazy putting it there, actually. But it’s worked out for the best because it gave our downtown area a much needed economic kick in the pants.

Anyway. I’ve never been because did I mention I’m not a baseball fan? (And no offense to those of you out there that are? But *YAWN* – baseball is so boring, and long, and drawn out … show me the highlights, I’m good). But Kevin wanted to go, so okay, we went.

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I must confess, the stadium is pretty nice. And though the day was overcast and I was convinced we would get rained on (we didn’t), there were actually more people there than I thought there would be, given the iffy weather.

More people than I thought, but not nearly full … as you can see by this picture I took of Kevin.

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We had great seats. We were on the fourth row nearly behind home plate. It was the best seat at a sporting event I’ve ever had. And I admit, I enjoyed myself. Our team slaughtered the visiting team. We left at beginning of the seventh inning, right after the “Take Me Out to the Ballgame” song. (We had to go to Kevin’s mom’s birthday party). And after being there for two and a half hours, I was ready to leave.

That was the first baseball game I’d been to in … years. And most likely my last for years. But I’m glad we went. Life’s too short not to take advantage of those free deals. đŸ˜€

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Issac brought us rain. It rained two days straight. We desperately needed it. This has been a long, dry, hot summer and our local water reserves hit the 60% levels – we were on the verge of declaring water restrictions. (And we may still depending on how much rain we get in the next few weeks).

I read something interesting on Facebook the other day … it went something like this:

God answers our prayers – are you paying attention?

We’ve been praying for rain for weeks now. And suddenly, we have rain coming. But it’s not just an ordinary rain storm that finally breaks our drought, it’s in the form of a hurricane that could have hit the coast at any other point, or followed a path around us, but it didn’t.

And don’t you find it interesting that the storm was named Issac? The name of an important man in the Bible? Why not Bob, or Dale, or Greg? Nope. Issac. It was God’s way of letting us know that he answered our prayers.

God works in wonderful ways, doesn’t he?


This past week was crazy at work. We had four doctors every day, except for Friday. I have never focused more, or juggled more things at once than I have this past week.

And that was just ONE WEEK. Nearly every day my job challenges me on levels I never dreamed of. I am constantly being pushed to my limits and though I come home mentally wiped out, it’s accompanied by a deep sense of satisfaction.

I can honestly say that after working this job? There is really NOTHING I can’t do. If I can tackle an industry that I know nothing about and not only stay above water but consistently tread it, then I can do ANYTHING.

I’ve been polishing up my resume. I don’t really have anything specific in mind, but I do have my eye on one company I think I’d like to work for. I’m going to do my homework though and make sure this is what I want to do before just holding my nose and jumping in again. I’m not sure I’m really qualified to work for this company, but I’m going to give it a shot.

Like I said, if I can handle the crazy world of health care, I can handle anything.

Notices have been going out about registering for the flu shot. If nothing comes along before the end of October, then I’ll be getting mine in order to buy myself more time to find another job. As we all know, jobs aren’t exactly falling off trees right now. (Thanks to you-know-who).

I’m waiting until the end of October just in case it makes me sick and I have to miss anything. I can tell you this, if that poison makes me sick, I’m going to be PISSED.


The boys are living their lives. I barely see them anymore. We all meet up for dinner, but being boys, they aren’t exactly spilling their guts about their days.

I’ve retired my taxi mom hat. Dude has been driving himself places for a few years now and Jazz has been driving himself to school and band practices. It’s weird and I miss it, but it’s also strangely liberating. Now … if the boys would just get jobs, I think I could breathe a little easier.

My children have graduated into roommates and it’s a strange feeling.


This three-day weekend has been awesome. But strangely, I’m ready to go back to work.

There’s clearly something wrong with me.

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