Astros and Phillies and Nats, Oh My!

    With the baseball playoffs just around the corner and teams competing for one of the wildcards and league championships, it's time that I write about PDub and my adventures visiting ballparks around the country.  Of course, the only time we would choose to enter into a ballpark is when the Cardinals are playing.  Over the past year we have watched the Cardinals play the Astros in Minute Maid Park, the Phillies in Citizen's Bank Park, and the Nationals in Nationals Park.  All of these parks have given us different perspectives on the stadium, fans, and ball club.
    Minute Maid Park, where the Astros play, is located in downtown Houston and has a retractable roof, which is closed when there is a potential for bad weather.  Their mascot is named Junction Jack, but if I had a say, they should change it to an astroid.  Unlike Busch Stadium where the crowd is a sea of red, the Astros fans tend to wear what they had on that day with no regard for their team, so really we have more of a potpourri of color.  When a home-run is hit by the home team, a train filled with large oranges (that look like pumpkins to me) chugs its way across left field.  The best part about this park is the seventh inning stretch.  As usual, everyone gets on their feet to sing "Take Me Out to the Ballgame," but bonus, you also get to sing "Deep in the Heart of Texas."  So warm-up those voice boxes because the seventh inning is sure to bring you musical joy.  There's nothing like seeing the  cheerleaders on top of the dugouts wearing cowboy boots during this time.  Texas pride and cowboy boots....Something I actually miss!

Minute Maid Park with the train in left field.

The Astros mascot, Junction Jack.

    Citizen's Bank Park, where the Phillies play, is located just outside the city of Philadelphia, and without a retractable roof, you are sure to sit in the rain in bad weather....which we did.  On a few occasions throughout my childhood, I witnessed the rude and sometimes mean Phillies fans on television.  My father informed me that Philadelphia fans were known for this.  Therefore, I was a little afraid to step foot into Citizen's Bank Park fully clothed in my Cardinals gear, but I soon found that the majority of Phillies fans just enjoy booing and not necessarily starting a fight.  PDub and I were booed on several occasions, but it was more in fun than in all seriousness.  How could you not love us?  Their mascot I found to be called the Phillie Phanatic, and I am still unsure as to what this character may be.

This picture reminds me of the individuals sitting behind us who began to boo.

Phillie Phanatic

You can't go to a Phillies game without seeing the cops and an individual using her middle finger.  It's kind of a must.

They start training their fans at a young age.

    Nationals Park, where the Nationals play (dur), is located near Navy Yard in Washington D.C. This stadium has no retractable roof, so once again, we got to sit in the rain.  I guess we were just bad luck for weather on game day.  Anyway, the fans at this park were a little less enthusiastic than the Phillies fans where booing was minimal, but there was a sea of red Nationals shirts.  The D.C. area is composed of so many people from other states that seeing fellow Cardinals fans was not unusual.  At one point during the game, myself and my fellow Cardinals fans began chanting "Let's go Cardinals."  Of course, this did cause some booing.  The Nationals mascot is named Screech and happens to be a bald eagle.  In addition to Screech, you will see prior presidents race around the stadium during the fourth inning.  After their race, they make appearances in the crowd throughout the rest of the game.  This is probably my favorite part, and I look forward to spending some quality time with my presidents next season.

A friendly Nats fan took our picture for us....that's his finger.

Screech, the Nats mascot.

Abraham Lincoln, Thomas Jefferson, and Theodore Roosevelt. 

George Washington and Theodore Roosevelt

We made some adjustments to PDub's Cards shirt before the Nats game.

Locked Out

    I saw my Leasing Agent for the first time in awhile today, and although he probably can't recall my name, he does remember that I somehow locked myself out of my apartment, which is almost impossible seeing that the front and terrace door must be physically locked.  You are probably wondering how I committed such a difficult task, so here's my story.
    It all starts back in graduate school almost a week after I had moved into my first "on my own" apartment.  I was on the balcony organizing my outdoor storage closet when I heard the air conditioner kick on.  Being the economical person that I am, I decided to close the sliding glass door.  The security bar, which my father had to have installed for me and my safety (reminder: I was on the third floor so I guess I needed protection from someone like Spider Man), came crashing down preventing me from opening the balcony door any more than three inches.  I had no phone and the parking lot was empty of any superheroes who could relieve me from my ridiculous situation.  Of course, images of the fire department arriving to set up their trampoline for a successful rescue mission or thoughts of me scaling down the side of the building all Mission Impossible style came to mind.  Instead of relying on others to get me out of this embarrassing position, I MacGyver-ed my way back into my apartment by using skinny arms and a broom.
    This brings us to Arlington, VA on a cold, rainy day when our Leasing Agent took us on a tour of our new home.  As you very well know by now, a tour of our 715 sq. ft. apartment shouldn't take long, but he lengthened this excursion by showing us how certain items worked such as turning on the garbage disposal, starting the dishwasher, and using the security bar on the sliding glass door.  When this portion of the tour arrived, PDub and I couldn't help but look at each other and laugh, requiring a full explanation for the Leasing Agent.

Stupid security bars.

    A couple weeks after we moved in, PDub decided to enjoy a beautiful spring day by going on a bike ride (leaving his phone and keys behind) while Maya and I relaxed on the terrace, reading and soaking up some Vitamin D.  When I heard the air conditioner kick on, I went ahead and shut our terrace door only to see that horrible bar come falling down once again.  The people grilling out in the common area were surprised to hear me yell such a vulgar term.  Instead of leaving Maya on the terrace to cry and bark, I picked her up, climbed through the jungle, asked a sunbather (who was a little overly fascinated with Maya) to sneak me into the building, and depressingly walked down to the front desk.  Who's face did I see?.....Our Leasing Agent!  About an hour after I was let back in, a maintenance man came to rig up a different type of security bar, so such a thing would never happen again.

The terrifying jungle!!!!

The Dub's Terrace

    I will forever and always have "gets impossibly locked out" on my record.  The Leasing Agent asked me again today if I had locked myself out on the terrace lately, and of course, another individual in the hallway overheard, smirked, and told me he wouldn't tell anyone.  So, here I declare to the world that I am a professional when it comes to getting locked out.  Just let me know if you need to read my notes....

Mary Kay Solo Session

    Last night I pampered two lovely ladies completely by myself.  In the past, I have brought guests to a Mary Kay meeting where a well-trained consultant will do the speaking and pampering while I get to sit back and enjoy.  Last night was definitely a first, but unlike most firsts, it was not a complete disaster.  I ran around all day like a chicken with my head cut off cleaning my apartment, gathering materials, and setting up for this huge turning point in my Mary Kay career.
    I spent some of this time walking over to Staples, purchasing some cute pink paper and some "Hello My Name Is..." tags.  Of course, when I returned to print off my documents in our office center, the entire place was torn up and under construction.  Just the perfect day for such a task.  Luckily, our concierge allowed me to print on her computer, but being the tail-between-her-legs type of girl I am, I did not have the courage to change the printer paper to my lovely new pink....or see if she wanted to try some Mary Kay.  So much for my trip to Staples.

Suited up with my pink bubble attire.

The playing ground.

    Needless to say, I prepared everything to a "T", and the night ran fairly smoothly.  The only big mistake I made was to be expected and that was one of color matching.  Who would have thought that foundation color matching would be the toughest part of my job.  I can develop a DNA profile from completely invisible prints, but I cannot for the life of me match a foundation.  I can make it through an entire Insanity work-out, but I am unable to find the correct color for a face.  The night before my first solo session, PDub and I spent about 30 minutes in the bathroom matching each other's faces to the correct foundation color.  PDub loves my new job!  Last night, out of the two people I pampered, I was 50% successful in sending them home looking like they weren't wearing a mask.  One girl was very, very white, but no worries, I didn't send her home without letting her know that we should darken her color. I sold some product, made more bookings, and received some referrals...A successful night in my list of firsts!  Pink Cadillac (Barbie car as she shall be called thus forth), here I come.....matching face or not!

Falling into Autumn

    The calendar may not declare it, but to me, fall has arrived on our doorstep.  And yes, I am inviting him in!  I have recently planted colorful mums on our terrace and opened up the windows to allow the crisp, cool breeze flow through our tiny apartment.  In addition to purchasing the mums, I also spent a little money on an autumn-scented candle, a bag of orchard apples, and ingredients for a hot bowl of chili.  There's nothing like snuggling on the couch, watching football, and eating a spicy bowl of chili with a cold glass of apple cider.  This is what fall is all about for me.

Just need to add some pumpkins!

You know it's fall when you see mums on the NYC subway.

Schnuggling.

    Although most people flee from the cold weather to warmer climates, I am looking forward to experiencing the four, distinct seasons again.  It has been three years since I have watched the leaves change at one time, trudged through a foot of snow, and emerged from the bitter cold to see the earth come back to life with lilies and tulips.  I missed these moments in Texas and am looking forward to cherishing them this round.  Plus, I now have PDub and Maya to share these memories with.

Fall foliage on the campus of Butler University....how I miss this!

There's no autumn without bonfires, s'mores, ghost stories, and weenies!

Some of my favorite memories happened in the fall....our engagement.

Autumn ignites static electricity!

Cardinals Baseball

    I was born and raised in Cardinals nation, so without any doubt, I became a Cardinals fan at a young age.  I recall meeting Fredbird for the first time where ImposterBro and I treated him like royalty (I still treat him this way!).  I remember taking our ball gloves and sitting in right field hoping to catch a baseball, getting a sugar high on our intake of cotton candy, covering my ears when the fireworks shot off after home runs, and being truly amazed with Ozzie Smith who would arial onto the field.  Throughout the years and even when I lived outside of Cardinals country, I have remained a proud supporter of our team, welcoming the boos from opposing teams and high-fiving the few Cardinals fans.

    There's nothing like attending a Cardinals game in St. Louis where you can be lost in a sea of red, consume beer brewed just next door, view the Gateway Arch, and participate in polite fan spirit by yelling "Charge!" or doing the wave.  Booing is either prohibited or just flat out unheard of in this stadium.  During the seventh inning stretch, you will belt out "Take Me Out to the Ball Game" while replacing the lyric "home team" with "Cardinals," and it is likely you will see some Clydesdale horses gallop around the stadium. 

St. Louis skyline from the stadium.

Clydesdale Horses!!!

    After the game, the saxophone player will be playing just outside the stadium for some tips, and chants will still be heard, especially if we won.  If you take the Metrolink home, don't be surprised to wait for a few to pass before being able to get on.  However, it shouldn't matter because you will be surrounded by fellow fans still doing the wave and cheering.  If you drive home, the parking garages will be filled with honks, not out of fury but out of complete joy.  The Cardinals are unlike any other ball team, and their fans have much to do with that.  I am proud that I was raised there, and I will forever be a Cardinals fan!

The Gateway Arch before a game.

A Cardinals family; our kids and pets will be raised Cardinals fans as well.