getting to where we're going

"stress is casued by giving a f*ck"
-it's unclear to me who quoted this but i'm pretty sure someone did

{^ this is just the beginning of this situation}

right when i thought i was handling everything okay, i thought i was completely organized & i wasn't going to get stressed, i began giving a fuck. i was hungry but couldn't eat. i was in a daze.

the tahoe was full & i still had things that needed to be out of the house. but, i stuck to my rule- if it can't fit in the tahoe, it can't come. so, i ended up leaving a bunch of clothes at my parents house. not what i planned on doing but such is life. 
my sweet mom helped me clean the house & pack the tahoe as full as i could get it. 
 i had everything i needed for rowdy. but i was worried about him being in the car for 24 hours. 
i already had my stuff packed for washington but do i have enough?

the drive to texas was a long one. my dad donated 24 hours of his life to me that he will never get back and i'm so thankful for that. i tried to make the drive as fast as possible, taking most of the driving responsibility while he comforted the pup. 

all along, it still feels as if i'm going on vacation.
i still feel like i'm going back to work.

we get to texas before the sun came up on saturday morning, which was my goal. rowdy adjusted surprisingly well to being in the texas house. which made my heart happy & eased a little of my stress. as soon as we get to texas & unpack the tahoe i immediately begin to think about our (rowdy & i) flight to washington. 

the few days spent with my dad in texas were very special & went by very fast. blink-of-an-eye fast. 

i know my dog is just a dog but he's a living being. and i worry about him, i worry that he's going to be okay flying for the first time, okay in a new state with a completely new environment & weather change. he's a puppy so it's a little hard to tell him what's going on & know that he understands. more importantly, forgives me for putting him through hell for the last few days. it's stressful. 

rowdy did not travel well at all. he had a panic attack on the flight. bit through his travel bag. i stood in the back of the plane with the flight attendants the entire flight. they let me hold him on my lap for the landing because he refused to get back in his bag. it was 100% miserable for him & it broke my heart a little. i am beyond thankful that the staff on alaska airlines were so sweet & understanding. i will fly that airline every time i can because of their unbelievable customer service!

but... we made it to seattle and we are so happy to be here! rowdy & i were both crazy excited to see our favorite guy! hugging husband for the first time in two months reminded me why i give a fuck & made the stress go away instantly. 



home is...

home is wherever i'm with you. 
today, i left my job & will be packing up our florida home to head out west to be with my husband. i can not wait! and, when i say west, i mean as far west as you can get in the united states- tacoma/seattle, washington.
since 2006, when we met, every year, we have always spent some period of time apart from each other. last year, our first year as husband & wife we spent most of the year apart. it was a tough gig. now that we have a puppy involved... rowdy needs to see his dad, right?!
husband tends to be a little more spontanious than me (ok, fine, a lot more spontaneous!) ... which is why practically, the day before he left for baseball season he asked me to quit my job, pack up my life as i currently know it, pup too & travel with him this season. as awesome as it sounded it took me a moment (or a while) to make the final decision: the date i was going to move. 
the thought of moving stuff from the florida house, so that it can be rented furnished, to the texas house, sounded so overwhelming at first. packing up a house full of stuff & driving it 24 hours across a few states, with a puppy, in a jacked-up tahoe that gets 10 miles to the gallon on a good day, pulling a u-haul, to get to texas, unpack everything, return this u-haul situation & then fly to washington state with 6 months worth of stuff. 
fast-forward 2 months & i'm packing/taking the bare minimun. if it doesn't fit in the tahoe, it ain't comin'. 

i'm a little sad to leave my home in florida. but, i am so excited to start this new chapter in our lives & marriage.

cheers to new adventures,


soda is the enemy

soda is the enemy! one of them, anyway. diet or regular, don't cut yourself any slack because they are both bad news. here's another reason, as if you need one, to stop drinking soda. 
need caffeene? drink coffee or tea. both are healthy options that will not lead to weight gain & obesity. just go easy on the cream & sugar. a dab of coconut milk makes any cup of coffee delish!


baseball wife

it took me a little while to think of a title for this post. not sure why i was attempting to get creative with that? i'll just call it like it is; baseball wife.

i've never really liked that title and, it's taken me over a year to embrace it. that has nothing to do with me not being proud of who my husband is & his career. it has everything to do with how people outside of baseball perceive us "baseball wives."
no, we are not all like the chicks on the reality show.
no, we are not all multi-millionaires.
no, not all of our husbands cheat on us. and, who has the balls to ask this question, anyway?! rude.
yes, our lives can be very fortunate but they can also be very tough at times.
baseball life is a different life and often hard for others to understand.

so, yes, my husband plays professional baseball. he's a right-handed pitcher. i am so proud of him for making his childhood dream, that he worked his ass off for, a reality. i am so happy that he chose me to be his teammate, major-supporter-of-his-dreams, & personal cheerleader in life. i absolutely love being his wife.
i don't mind answering questions, i'll actually answer any question to the best of my ability. if you want to know the inside scoop of baseball- the business, which is the side that we all know too well, i'll try to help you understand. but, give us wives a little credit & respect... some of us do have jobs/careers, not all of us are fortunate enough or choose to spend the season with our favorite guy (this could be for a number of reasons: financial, children, jobs...), we're not naive/dumb/money spending extensions of our husbands/boyfriends.
and, no, we are not all involved in a dramatic love triangle.
some of us spend weeks & even months away from our husbands.
those of us that do spend the baseball season with our guys have found ourselves packing up our lives to fit in a car, moving at lease 2-3 times per year. spend a lot of time by ourselves. walk into a huge stadium alone, not knowing a single person until you get sat in the friends & family section to awkwardly introduce yourself to 10 other beautiful wives that already know each other. plenty of us have wasted money on breaking leases because a trade happened without a clue which usually means re-locating within a day or two. moving back-and-forth across the country to support our husbands while we so proudly watch them live their dream. it can be stressful.

 i like to think that we (wives of baseball players) play a huge part in our husbands career, we're their best friend, support system, their comfort & their constant. while things in baseball can change in a split second, i know that one thing remains the same, i'll always be by my husbands side. and, while being the wife of a professional baseball player can be tough sometimes, most of the time it's pretty effing amazing!

(...can you tell what kind of conversation i got into today? this is not be complaining. just venting.)



soul mate

"People think a soul mate is your perfect fit, and that's what everyone wants. But a true soul mate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything that's holding you back, the person who brings you to your own attention so you can change your life. A true soul mate is probably the most important person you'll ever meet, because they tear down your walls and smack you awake."
- Eat, Pray, Love (Elizabeth Gilbert)

what is a soul mate to you?