What did I get myself into now?

By now, you should know me enough to know that I get myself into the most interesting of situations.

Randomness has struck again, my friend.

This past week I went to a Mud Hens game with my dad and a couple friends.  I don't know about your local minor league games, but ours are rockin'!  I enjoy baseball (it was on my summer list remember), but even more I enjoy the time with friends and hanging out in the wonderful outdoors.

But one of the best things is the little in-between games they play with the spectators.  Are you picking up where this is going?

I walked myself over to the Customer Service booth and asked "Where do I sign up for the games?"

"Well.....here, fill this out, but I think they picked everyone already."

Bummer.

"They might call you if someone doesn't show up."

"You never know!"  

A couple innings later.....Oh I missed a call.  I wonder.....you guessed it, someone didn't show up!  Yeah!!!!

Myself and three other people ended up playing one of the minute to win it games.

I think I look like a distressed pirate.  Ha ha ha. Side note: There's my Tiffany's necklace!
I had to get the cookie from my forehead to my mouth without using my hands.  It's not as easy as it sounds.  Wait. I don't think it even sounds easy.

A little more serious in this picture, but boy do I look like a dork!  These pictures are begging for crazy captions.  GO!


I was soooo close!  But alas, I failed.  They did give me a prize, though!

A random prize, seeing that it was last season's Pink Ice night for the hockey team.  But hey, I was there so I was cool with it.  I was/am pretty excited about it.

I posted this pic on my Facebook page, proud of my accomplishment.  That's when I started getting the..."I saw you!" "I was wondering if that was you!" "I told my friends I knew that girl".  Oh Toledo, the little big city where you go to a random baseball game and end up knowing a dozen people there. 

What did I learn from this experience:

1) I loved every second of it!

2) I will totally do it again. (Technically that was my second time being pulled down to the field for a game.)

3) I'm glad I wore a cute shirt.

4) The cheek muscles are the key to get the cookie from the forehead to the mouth.

Blast from the past...

Before Beanie Babies, before Ferby and before Tickle Me Elmo there was a bear....

Teddy Ruxpin

I remember being very little and being very exited when I received a Teddy Ruxpin as a present.  He was so cool!  I loved Teddy Ruxpin.

We played, he read books to me, and I was completely fascinated that his eyes and mouth opened and closed when he talked.Teddy and I had a great week together.   

And then tragedy struck..... Teddy was broken!!!!

It might have had something to do with me being extremely curious about how he worked.  I needed to know.  

I might have ended up poking his eyes out. 

I laugh now...but then, I was heartbroken.  It must have been a traumatic experience since I can still remember how sad it was when I asked....

"Maybe..sniff sniff...we can fix him?" Poor little me.  Poor little Teddy!

No, he was a goner.  

Then yesterday, my dad brought home his latest garage sale find...Teddy!!!  It was a beautiful scene as I embraced the little guy.  

First it was a little creepy since my dad thought it would be funny to peek the little Teddy head through my window, but then it was a happy reunion.  

Seriously creepy, dad.

I quickly put batteries in and pressed the magical button.....and nothing happened.

I guess I'm not destined to have a working Teddy Ruxpin.

Why I don't like bridges....

I can't remember how this story came up the other day, but when it did I knew it needed to be shared with y'all.  

Once upon a time when I was... I don't know... maybe 8 and my sister was 6.  We were walking in a parade of sorts through downtown.  My dad being the kind, loving and ornery dad that he was/is decided to tell me about the lady that had fallen through a bridge.  

Yes, through.  

The real life story had something to do with a drawbridge, but he didn't tell me that part.  He just said to be careful because the bridge that was in our parade route was partially grated.   So naturally I am freaking out.  

And I mean Freaking. Out.  

But I'm the big sister so, I'm trying to act as cool as possible to save face.  As we make our way closer and closer to the bridge I couldn't believe the adults weren't worried about this at all and were going to let us just walk across the bridge of death.  

Finally the moment of truth....

Oh no.  

The grated part.  

I grab my sister's hand and I tell her to be very careful to not step through the holes.  Wait a second.... our feet are bigger than the holes, and there's no way our whole body will fit through there to fall in that water.  Huh.  But dad wouldn't make something like that up, so it must still be dangerous.  Yep. Definitely dangerous.  I'm pretty sure I prayed the whole way across.  After what seemed like forever we made it across the bridge.  We lived!!  Phew!  

I'm pretty sure this is why I'm afraid of heights and bridges.  

I love my dad.