Delayed Spontaneity

“I thought I saw that the Royals game started at 2:00″

That was the thought that came to mind Sunday while I sat in church staring at the stained glass windows and the beautiful light shining through.  It was going to be a wonderful spring day, I could tell.  It was far from the rains and storms we’d seen Friday and Saturday.  And I began to realize that I’d seen something that said the Royals game was at 2:00 and not 12:00.  I think it was Saturday night on the satellite while looking for Saturday’s game.  But, I didn’t make the connection til’ I saw that sun shining into the Sanctuary. 

As soon as church ended, I looked at my cell phone to verify my faint vision.  Sure enough, the game didn’t start until 2:00.  I hadn’t figured on getting to see a game while they were in Texas.  Friday and Saturday was too wet to take a chance in making a 3 hour one way drive.  Sunday, Cody had to elder.  All I could hope for was to see them in Houston during the middle of the week in June.  They only make two trips to Texas this year- one to Arlington and one to Houston.

But, talking my husband into going at the spur of the moment wasn’t going to be easy.  You could say that he doesn’t have a spontaneous bone in his body.  He just doesn’t deal well with change- including plan changers like this.  But, every once in a while he’ll surprise me.

Not this time.  I got a resounding “no”.  So, I left it alone and we went to Sunday School.  About 15 minutes later, he taps on my shoulders and says, “You wanna go?”  Are you kidding me?  Of course I want to go.  But, really, are you kidding me?  ‘Cause this ain’t something to joke about. 

And we were off on one of those signature crazy trips we seem to make.  I got our tickets online while Cody filled up with diesel and got cash.  We ran home to change and put some cokes in a cooler.  Then it was time to settle in for a long drive. 

It took over three hours to get there and we missed most of the first inning.  But, it’s ok, the Royals scored not long after we got there.

It was such a beautiful day to the sights, smells, and sounds at the ballpark.

Tickets were just $10 as they had a special where all tickets $33 and under were just $10.

We had a great view of entire game except for one play that DeJesus tried to make right underneath us. Cody had said that we had to leve by 5:30. I was getting worried with each pitching change and the game coming to a tie that I wasn’t going to get to see all of the game.

Rally Hats- Now there’s something you don’t see very often anymore. Unfortunately these worked. I would have rather left the game before it was over than have the great view we had of the 9th inning homerun that gave the Rangers the win.

But the Royals won the series 2 out of 3. They maintained their winning record while the Rangers still have a losing record. I reminded my Rangers fan co-worker that we won 2 out of 3 with a note on the promotional hats that we got. Being the only Royals fan in the building there was no need to tell him who left the note or the hats. It wasn’t too long before he game down to thank me for them either.

My Husband, the Crazy Nut- Weekend Review 3 of 3

Now, if you’ve read the last two posts, you know I’ve warned you about these pictures.  If you haven’t read those posts, put down the coffee or anything else you might eat or drink before looking any further.

Easter Sunday was like many other’s Easter.  We went to church bright and early.  Cody had to help his fellow Elders cook breakfast and Jack got involved flipping pancakes.  We had an Easter Egg Hunt and had enough of a break in the rain for Cascarones.  Then it was time for church.  We came home, cooked, and ate a wonderful meal.  We had more cascarones and really showed Jack how it was done.  And, of course, we played some ball in the backyard.

Where we spotted this gal? guy?

We spotted him or her as I was getting ready to take a few pictures of Jack and Cody together.  The pictures that follow just crack me up.  The looks on Jack’s faces. . . and the look of our he/she. . .

(For some reason, I was having trouble uploading this pics so parts of them are missing. . . gotta love dial-up!)

Yes, he’s funny, and he knows it.

You gotta love him. . .

My Husband, the Nut- Weekend Review 2 of 3

Saturday. . . Well, I don’t have but one picture of the Cody’s hijinx from Saturday and it was only the beginning.  But I do have other pictures from the weekend to share as well. 

(Stayed Tuned tomorrow for some hillarious pictures that Cody’s likely to love seeing online. . .not!  That’s the price he pays for being a nut.)

Saturday was a busy day for us.  Cody and Jack headed out to the deer lease around 5:00 in the morning.  Lisa and I met up with them before lunch.  Saturday was the fish fry, the meeting, and the stand drawing for the club.  After the stand drawing, Cody took us to see the new stand site that he got in the drawing.  Well. . . Jack drove the four wheeler with Cody behind him and I followed along in the truck at the 5-10 mile hour pace that Jack was driving. 

Cody had Jack drop him off a  little ways up the road so that Cody could find the best path for us.  Jack then got to drive back to meet us- with his momma’s permission.  Of course, as soon as he got off, he asked me if he was driving fast on the deer lease. 

Jack got out the football and he roped his mother and me into playing catch with him.  Only, his mother decided to grab my camera from on top of the tool box.

Here’s the greatest hijinx of the day.  We’re in the middle of a 10,000 acre pine plantation.  The area that we were in has trees and overgrown brush on both sides of this narrow dirt road- on a windy day.  So, what would any logical person decide to do- Let’s kick the ball as hard as we can. . . right?  Well, if you’re a nut. 

That’s precisely what my husband, the nut himself, did.  Guess what. . . He shanked it. . . right into brush that was at least 15 feet high.  It looked at first as though the ball was just going to stay there on top.  But, it saved Cody from the ultimate disgrace and fell down to the ground.  Of course, it was in the middle of the stickers and thick brush.  Cody had to pay his retribution for this hijinx when he retrieved the ball.

And that was the end of the football on the deer lease roads.  We went on to see the site and then it was time for Jack to practice shooting the .243.  I got this picture before we went to shoot.  I love that his mom is there in the background of this shot.

After the meeting/fish fry, Lisa, Jack, and I went into town to get butter before we headed home.  Of course, Jack fell asleep during the 30 minute drive there.  He and Lisa stayed in the truck while I ran into the store.  This was the sight when I walked back to the truck.  He didn’t even wake as his mother rolled down the window and handed me the camera.  He was worn out.

Real Life, Real Portraits

I’ve seen so many portraits lately of a child looking prim, proper, clean, etc.  Out of their environment and just not themselves.  In their parents (or the photographers) imaginary world.

I’ve got a new favorite picture of Jack that’s the opposite of those types of portraits.  He’s sweaty.  His hair is messed up.  He was so stinky.  His shirt was dirty.  But, it’s him.  It’s the real joy on his face that makes this picture.  And that’s what I love about it.  It’s real life.

My Husband is a Nut- Weekend Review Part 1 of 3

 I married a nut.  I know.  He knows it. Most of the people who know him know it.  This weekend was a prime example.  And over the next three days, I’ll share several examples.  Now, the pics from Sunday will make you spew. . . so consider it fair warning.  I can’t wait to share those pics but alas in order to avoid getting out of order, I’m going to back up to Good Friday.

Lisa and Jack were not due into town until the afternoon.  So, Cody and I went out to the deer lease for another attempt at turkey hunting.  Don’t even get me started on how little we know about Turkey hunting.

Cody decided to dig out a decoy and carry it with his hand in it. 

The next thing I know I met the Talking Turkey.  Cody channeled this brilliant child and her sister and the puppet shows they’d given us on Palm Sunday.

This turkey is explaining texting terms such as TTFN and OMG.  You see, those are terms we learned during the girls puppet show.

And like, this talking turkey won’t quit talking.  You know. . .

Funning thing is- He’s funny.  Not the Turkey, but him.  That Nut that I married.  And from the smile on his face. . . you can tell he knows it.

(Oh and Talking Turkeys up close and a laughing photographer with a longer lens does not make for the best pictures. . . Talking turkey didn’t give that lesson though.)