Miss Sniz: Indian's game

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Indian's game

Last night the kids and I went to the Indianapolis Indians game because our good friends, the Millers, were singing the national anthem before the game. I wish I could figure out how to embed video so I could put it on here. (It's on my Facebook page if anyone wants to see it there.) Anyway, we sat on the lawn. The incline of the ground made it perfect to lay back and actually see the game from that position. The kids running around and the fact that it was so far away were the downfalls of our seats, but it was a nice night--the perfect temperature, and we had a blast!

Wil and I. He's got his sad, puppy dog eyes because he was starting school in the morning.

Baylee, Izzi, Lydia Wright and me. (Yes, I'm talented enough to get all four of us in a picture just by holding out my arm and clicking!)

4 comments:

Smiling Shelly said...: That's pretty talented. Looks like everyone had a fun time :)

Thanks for stopping by...I've been out of the loop for a while. I notice that you have a fb page; that's part of the reason I've been away so long..I'm totally addicted to FarmTown. *sigh* Oh well, maybe one day I'll get back on track. :); August 12, 2009 at 5:08 PM
Rebekah said...: blogger has a video link button next to the picture upload button.; August 13, 2009 at 5:47 AM
penguinsandladybugs said...: Sounds like a great time....going to look for you on Facebook :); August 14, 2009 at 7:39 PM
Jeanine said...: What fun!
Gotta find you on FB!; August 15, 2009 at 6:54 AM

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Miss Sniz's Blog - This is the Deal

OK, so yeah, I used to be a flight attendant. I also used to be single. Then something happened. I got married. I had a baby. Suddenly taking those overnight trips didn't work so well. Then our baby was two and the day came that I got the last minute surprise call---"There's been a scheduling change. You have two hours to be at the airport ready for a four-day trip."

Um, yeah. That was the day. The last day of my flight attendant career. The first day of my new career as a full-time wife and mother. My new job didn't come with the benefits of free-time in quiet hotel rooms and sight-seeing in exotic locations. It didn't come with per diem, a pay check, adult conversations, room service, dinners at classy hotel restaurants, or even grown-up clothes and heels. Instead, it came with PB&J lunches, never-ending laundry, T-shirts with mac and cheese stains, endless Dora re-runs, and conversations with other moms about potty-training while making sure my toddler didn't fall down the slide at McDonalds (or push the kid next to him down it).

Now it's years later. That baby is almost 17. And when I look back on it, it's been a fun ride. Despite the sacrifices. Or maybe because of them. I've been married almost 18 years to a man I fall more in love with every day. I've got three beautiful, wonderful kids. I'm beginning to experience that old freedom again...the kind where my husband and I don't have to get a babysitter every time we go out and can actually take the occasional overnight vacation. Alone together. And the best part is that this time I don't have a job telling me where to be and how I need to work on this holiday or that day that I needed off.

So, yeah. I used to be a flight attendant and now I'm just a wife and mother. Well, it's more than that I guess. I traded handing people drinks for influencing three eternal souls as they become the people they will be for the rest of their lives. I'll take that any day.