I'm still awake, which is not a good thing. I had caffeine at the game tonight because I didn't have any other free options in area I was sitting in. I'm tired, but yet my mind won't shut off. On top of that, the poison ivy on my arm is beyond itchy right now. I really want to catch some Z's. I tried reading, but that wasn't helping. I thought if I just turn the light out, then that will do it. I got sick of staring of into space in the dark, so I hopped on the computer. I wish I was like Jinkies and fall asleep at the drop of a hat... or even better, not have to work tomorrow. I did put three different ointments on my arm, and that seems to be helping with the urge to scratch my blistered arm. One down, one to go. I totally need an on-off switch for my mind right now.
So, yeah, I went to the ballgame tonight. I got a free ticket through one of our vendors at work. I was supposed to sit on the 3rd base side of the upper deck, but I thought I'd sit in the outfield to get a homerun ball. The bats were live lastnight, so I thought they may be again tonight. Three homeruns were hit in the first inning away from where I was sitting. Eventually one came my way in the 6th or so, but I couldn't track it (these darn glasses). I gave up too soon, not knowing it was hiding under a picnic table, go figure. Anyway, the guy who found it was beyond ecstatic with the plans to get it signed by the ballplayer and add it to his mantle at home. You can't help but be happy for someone that is that excited about a ball. Had I found the ball, it would have sat around in my pile of baseballs and eventually gotten signed by a bunch of future Chief players.
Sorry no photos to go along with this rambling. I still have photos to get off my camera from seeing Chicago Cubs All-Star Ted Lilly pitch with the Chiefs last night. Not sure how many more games I'll go to this year. I feel somewhat vulnerable wearing the glasses and would like to know that someone's got my back, and I won't get jacked in the face by a baseball. Even with the gaggle of people I went with last night, I was mere feet away from getting clobbered! Part of the reason why I sat in the outfield this evening.
I got another call from the Red Cross to donate platelets, so I thought why not try again. Surprisingly they have appointments on Sat and Sunday's. Well, now I at least have one thing planned for my Labor Day weekend. With the iron supplement Laura suggested, I don't foresee any roadblocks I cannot prevent with my next donation. Let's just hope their machinery holds up this time around.
They shared a couple stories from their wedding day. I like the one of Mom being slightly confused as to why Dad's friends were too busy commenting on how well Kenny cleaned-up, instead of commenting on how beautiful her dress was. I think the well-worn workshirt in photo below helps answer that one.
Dad was using his new camera to take photos that fine evening. He didn't know the camera has a power saving mode, so he missed the surprised, ooooing and aaaahhhing face I made upon opening my framed autographed Derrek Lee jersey. I took a moment to reenact the moment.
Here's me after the completely spastic laugh attack I had after seeing the above photo on the camera preview. Notice the dark spot on me shirt sleeve. That's just a portion of the tears I had to wipe away from laughing so hard. Grandpa thought I was going to explode.
The remote controlled Stunt Granny was the Grand Prize!
Tom surprisingly didn't have any casualties while eating it. I do have some action shots, but none of them were able to capture the smoke resulting from the 7+ jalapenos he consumed. It was awesome!
A few of the retired numbers on the right field foul pole... Williams, Sandberg, and Maddux.
Tom saw a bird fly into the screen behind home plate in a poof of feathers. The smarter ones just waited atop the stadium until the ballgame was over.
The 'W' went up and the crowd was a singin'!
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