Play Ball! August 3, 2006
Posted by spacemom in : Go Team Go Team Go Team , 1 comment so farWe finally made it to a baseball game last night.
Jay found the BEST seats. We ordered the tickets back when the snow was still flying here. We got the first row of the grandstands. The box seats were still in front of us, but we were 14 rows from the field. How cool is that?
We got out on time, we got dinner on the way, we got parking at the Pru. Then we had some extra time to finish my Dunkin Coffee before entering the stadium. It was down to 87 at game time.
The Indians and the Red Sox are not strong rivals, but they aren’t unknown to each other either. Since Jay hails from Cleveland, we started cheering for the Indians. Once they decided to bring in a reliever, we cheered for the Red Sox. In the bottom of the ninth, we started cheering for the Red Sox. Hey, we live here.
Going to a baseball game is one of the best experiences a person can have. Granted, Fenway Park is a tad bit cramped, but you really get to experience a camaraderie that you don’t get to experience much these days. There was a guy behind us who built a road trip based on baseball tickets. He was from San Diego and his wife got up at 7 am when Red Sox tickets went on sale to get these tickets. He also went to a Nationals (DC) game and an Orioles (Baltimore). He also claimed that the cheese steak he ate was the world’s best. Sorry dude, that’s still Philly. But try the lobstah. I hear it is good here.
There is nothing like sitting with 20,000 fans singing "Sweet Caroline" and "Take me out to the ballgame". And eating popcorn. And watching the Red Sox win in the bottom of the ninth with 2 men out.
That woman in the mirror August 3, 2006
Posted by spacemom in : Depression, Spacemom , 1 comment so farI wonder. Who am I? And when I say that, I really mean it in a very different way than the question people have asked for centuries.
I have been researching my drug options for handling the depression. It is getting worse on this higher dose of lexapro. Well, maybe not worse, but certainly not much better. My self worth is close to being in the red. I am leaning towards the second drug, cymbalta.
So who am I? Am I the sad person who starts to berate herself over silly things? Or am I the bold person who is willing to stand up for herself when medicated and well? Am I fucking with my soul and my karma by taking medication that stabilizes my mood? Am I the person who hates physical tough to the point that when my daughter decides to kiss my arm (20 times in a row) I want to fling her into a wall? Or am I the mom who loves to hug and snuggle my kids?
At what point are we ourselves and at what point are we simply a chemical experiment?
