Monday, August 16, 2010

Weekend Recap

We spent the weekend in Arlington for Hubby's birthday. The Red Sox were playing the Rangers for a three game series and it was his wish to see a couple of games.


We loaded up the car with presents and other items.

Harold packed his special, sacred dirt that he stole from Fenway Park. I think he is going to use it as a secret potion to jinx the home team.

We made the short drive to the Arlington and checked into our hotel. Our hotels was within walking distance of The Ballpark at Arlington and the Cowboys new stadium.

After a quick swim, Harold and his Dad headed over to Cowboy Stadium to see a preseason game between the Cowboys and the Raiders.
They got there early and enjoyed the first glimpse of football this season. Me and Chip were chillaxin at the hotel, watching the finale of So You Think You Can Dance, some story about a man with no face and reading more GWTW.

SPECIAL NOTE: I am on page 1170 of 1448! I can see the light at the end of the tunnel! That Scarlett was a piece of work and don't even get me started on Rhett Butler. Such a scoundrel, but yummy!

The next day, Friday the 13th was Hubby's birthday. We started the day with a long walk around Cowboy Stadium and the Rangers Ballpark. It was so hot. Thankfully it was early, but you could tell it was going to be a scorcher.

After our walk and a nice long family swim, we opened presents and headed to lunch.

We found a Fox Sports Grill which is really a family favorite. The food is good, but the Skillet Chocolate Chip cookie is what keeps bringing us back. I swear we are a school of piranhas when the skillet hits the table. You better be ready, with spoon in hand to get your fair share of this yummy dessert. Don't even think about going to the restroom or taking a drink if you don't want to be left with an empty spoon and sad taste buds.

After our late lunch, we went back to the hotel so I could work for a couple of hours. At about 6:00 p.m. we headed over to the game. It was 105 degrees. Seriously.

The walk was short, but this is where the sweating began. I am not going to recount again how sweaty I was, but if you didn't catch it in my last post you can go there to read it.


This is a really nice ballpark and we had great seats.
There were smiles all around (lots of Red Sox fans in attendance) when the Red Sox had a seven run inning. There were back to back to back homeruns. Those Rangers didn't give up though and ended up winning the game in the 11th or 12th inning. Chip and I headed back to the hotel in the eighth inning and we heard angels singing when we finally made it back to air conditioning.

The next morning, Harold woke up in a terrible mood. I think it was either the heat or the Red Sox losing that set him off. Just kidding....he was in a fine mood. This is just a face he uses when he is looking for his PSP and thinks his brother might have it.

Look at this little cherub. Would he ever take something that didn't belong to him? I think not.

We spent the early part of Saturday morning on a wild road trip trying to visit AC, Thrasher, LT and Red Bull. Goodness sakes, we took the long, long way. Were were about 45 minutes late for lunch.

But they were still happy to see us!

They fed us a delicious lunch and then we headed over to Mike and Robin's house to swim and play a little water volleyball.

Everyone in!
The kids got along well again.

Red Bull was attached to Harold and it was all fun and games.

Until the volleyball started. It was serious. There was yelling and shouting. Alot of it was directed at me, because it became apparent that I was the weakest link. They were aiming for me. One of Chip's practice serves hit me right in the face. OWWW!!! It was a lot of fun, but I will be practicing my volleyball (and defense of fast approaching volleyballs) before we visit again.

We headed back to Arlington in the afternoon and Harold and his Dad were going to back to see the Red Sox and Rangers again. We got back to the hotel and our room key wouldn't work. We slid that damn thing in the card reader 653 times before giving up. It took God, a desk manager, two maintenance guys and a little handheld computer thing to get us back in our room. Just in time for the boys to grab their tickets and head to the game. Chip and I stayed at the hotel and enjoyed the evening with air conditioning and the maintenance guy changing out the card reader on our door.
The super special Fenway Park dirt did the trick on Saturday night and the Red Sox pulled out a win. Go Sox.

It was a great weekend with the exception of the broken door, voluminous amounts of sweating and getting hit in the face with a volleyball. Other than that, I could do this every weekend.

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