Pressure

I feel so much pressure sometimes…

To be a good wife

To keep my house clean

To train my dog well

To smile all the time

To be happy

Perky

Upbeat

To know all the answers

To be good at my job

To be interesting

To be funny

Smart

Successful

To be a good blogger

To have something to say that someone will want to read

To make people think

And feel

And laugh

Or cry

But sometimes there are nights when I feel so inadequate

I don’t have the words

I have no funny stories

No good advice

No ridiculous misadventures

There’s just me

Not knowing what to say

Wishing to make magic happen with my words

And all that comes out is rambling

And I’m left feeling like I’ve failed

Again

I’m just who I am

My days are what they are

Interesting or not, this is my life

This is where I write about it

It may not be spectacular

But it’s 100% me

Hi

Date night at Wrigley

One of our friends had tickets to a Cubs game that they weren’t going to be able to use. Of course Joel and I jumped at the opportunity when they offered to give us the seats. A free Cubs game? Always yes!

The weather turned out to be perfect. It was the kind of evening that you didn’t even notice the temperature because it wasn’t too hot or too cold. Just a perfect, cool summer evening. Lovely.

If you know me, you know I think baseball is just about the most boring sport on the entire planet. However, I genuinely love going to the games. The atmosphere can’t be beat. Joel and I have only been to one other Cubs game together so this was a real treat to get to go, just the two of us.

We had pretty good seats.

Although everything seems far away to me after the last seats I had. I’m spoiled I guess. Not too spoiled to have a blast in any old seats though.

Taken by a nice usher. Once the sun got low enough that it wasn’t blinding us, the sunset was really beautiful. Have I mentioned how in love I am with Chicago? Why don’t I live there again? Oh right. Money. ::le sigh::

This is the picture we were taking that prompted the usher to ask us if we needed help. I like the one she took but I think we were doing a pretty good job on our own. Traveling alone constantly? Makes you an excellent self picture taker. Fact.

In true form the Cubs were sucking it up. Since the game was just downright depressing to watch Joel and I used the time to talk and reconnect. Me working all of the sudden has made us miss each other. It was great to have some bonding time to just talk and laugh without being distracted by computers in our faces.

We stayed until the 7th inning stretch. Because seriously, it’s my favorite part of any ballgame. Who couldn’t love this?

Even with half the crowd singing completely out of sync was still the best part of the game.

After the song we decided to take off. If you’ve ever had to drive home from Wrigleyville after a Cubs game you’ll understand why. Not to mention the game wasn’t even close. When we left the Cubs were down 5-0. Some exciting things must have happened because the final score was 9-5. So at least they scored?

I have a feeling it would have just gotten my hopes up. Something I’m admittedly used to with the Cubs. I’m not sad we missed the last two innings.

It was so great to get out, eat some overpriced junk food and enjoy some quality time with the love of my life. No matter what we do, I always have a fun time when I’m with Joel. Being at Wrigley was just the cherry on top.

Eating In: Day Six

Well, today we kind of cheated. We had a yummy pancake breakfast at home and just relaxed. Then I had a job interview. That went really well so Joel and I decided to see a movie. That’s when we ran into trouble. See, I have this obsession with popcorn. It just seems so wrong to see a movie without popcorn so I caved and we bought some. And an icee. Because what’s a movie without popcorn and an icee? For dinner we weren’t very hungry because of all the popcorn so we had the rest of the fritatta I made the other night. It was still yummy.

So we’re still good on all of our technical meals but we did buy some food “out.”

I feel like second grader writing in her journal right now. I did this. Then I went and did that. It was fun. We ate food. It was good food. It was a good day.

I’m sorry this is so boring. I’m tired, it’s been a long couple of days. I have a lot on my mind actually but nothing I feel comfortable sharing with the whole world. It’s one of those trains of thought where if I share I’d be afraid I’d look like I was feeling sorry for myself (maybe I am) and I wouldn’t want any pity comments. Then again, I’d be just as afraid of not getting any comments at all. It’s no-win. Maybe I can figure out how to put my thoughts into words eventually but until then I’ll just blabber on about basically nothing and bore you to tears. Hope you needed a good cry.