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Friday, February 10, 2012

Countdown Begins...

Eight days until pitchers and catchers report.

Who knows how long before we know about Ryan Braun...how long has it been?

Anyway, spring training is on the horizon, which means summer is most assuredly on her way!

No rush, but hurry up!

Saturday, October 8, 2011

BEAST MODE, BABY!!!

MILWAUKEE, WI - OCTOBER 07: Nyjer Morgan #2 of the Milwaukee Brewers reacts after getting the game-winning RBI scoring teammate Carlos Gomez #27 to defeat the Arizona Diamondbacks 3-2 in 10 innings in Game Five of the National League Division Series at Miller Park on October 7, 2011 in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. (Photo by Jonathan Daniel/Getty Images)

Hall of Famer Robin Yount enters ‘Beast Mode’ after first pitch

NLCS here we come!!! Tony, you and your red birds should prepare for us. We have home field advantage and the BEAST! NO whining about how our boys are having fun and you stuffy shirts are insulted. Suck it up buttercup and be ready for our boys to UNTUCK 'EM!!

GO Brewers GO!!!

Thursday, March 31, 2011

Let's Play Ball!

It is Opening Day! Expectations are HIGH for the Brewers! They went above and beyond what we expected to get pitching and missing pieces. It is finally that time of the year. I have been waiting since February. The high from the Super Bowl win has gotten me here, but now I am ready! But let's now lose sight of what baseball really is - Ernie Harwell said it best. Nothing I could possibly say could top this...

SO....

I AM

Taken from "The Fireman's Wife" by Susan Farren

I am thank ful. This has not always been an easy walk for me.

I am disappointed. We have missed family gatherings, weddings, dinner engagements, birthday parties, and holidays because of shift schedules and overtime.

I am patient. There have been dinners spent at the firehouse waiting for Daddy to return from a call while the kids get cranky and the food gets cold.

I am nervous. I awake at 3:00 A.M. hearing creaks in the house and don't have the comfort of my husband beside me.

I am tired. The house is full of sick kids and there is no relief in site because Daddy is on a seventy-two-hour shift.

I am jealous. Jealous of all the women whose husbands came home at 5:00 P.M. to have dinner and hold them at the end of their day.

I am worried. I worry that he may not come home one day. This I try to tuck away.

I am content. We have decided to give up my career so I can stay home and raise our children. We no longer have an abundance of money or things. It is the greatest freedom I have ever known.

I am incompetent.There was a time when I considered myself moderately intelligent. I now struggle to remember where I left my car keys, the diaper bag, and, occasionally, the baby.

I am waiting. Knowing the phone may one day ring for me.

I am doubting. Doubting that God hears all my prayers. Doubting I am the kind of wife and mother He needs me to be.

I am trusting. Trusting that my husband will come home again.

I am confident, I am embarrassed, I am lonely, I am surprised, I am overworked, I am underpaid.

I am...The Fireman's Wife.