Sick.

I am going on my eighth day of being sick. I have a cold, a cough and weakness. I gave it to Barry, so he is down. Right now, he is sound asleep on the couch, sniffling every once and awhile. I looked at him a few minutes ago and his watery eyes are now crusted, and now he is going to bed. He's stumbling around and his voice is monotone. Poor guy. My dad has been sick for about a week and a half or two weeks. I guess it's just going around. I just hope we get better soon, before it turns into something worse like strep throat. :( I wouldn't mind strep and it's medicine, but going through the throat culture is thee worst.
I am going to follow Barry and go to bed also. I had a late night last night. I went on a Police Ride-Along, loved every minute of it. I would have loved it even more, if I could have breathed, so I ended up going home early. Good night world, have a happy typing and a merry night.

Snow in May?

May 7th, and it's raining with a few flurries. It's been unbelievably nice in Minnesota, but I guess it came to early and Minnesota once again, proved to be the snowy state that it is. People have been wearing shorts, flip-flops and tank tops. Today, I am going to be wearing my winter coat to work. The 16th of May, Alison, Aly, Paige and I are road-tripping to Vegas Nevada, then to California and back to Minnesota. Hopefully when we come back June 1st it'll be back to heat. My high expectations will only cause disappointment, so I am trying hard not to think about it... but damn, I am sick of shivering.

Baseball Happiness

It was a sunny Thursday and it was a perfect day for a baseball game. Every time the clouds moved and the sun could shine through, then I could finally feel the warmth that I have been craving. Once the clouds moved and the sun hid, then my arms filled up with goosebumps. At the games, I saw my friends whom I haven't seen in so long; the ones that have grown up from high school and finally ready to be my friend again. Barry is a big sports man; he loves everything about baseball and honestly, baseball is apart of him. So I decided I'd tag along to the games. Once we get in public, he's kind of silent, more into watching the game than anything. But this time, he never forgot that I was sitting right next to him. He would look at me and smile, talk to me about random things going on. Those simple things put a smile on my freckled face. We arrived at 12:30 and stayed until 10 p.m. My skin that was revealed to the sun burned and had a tingly feeling. My eyes randomly closed from the tiredness I felt. My ass was now the shape of the chairs/bleachers that we were sitting on. By the last game, Fergus Falls and Orono, it began getting colder out. I already had a blanket around me as I watched, but I glanced over to spot Barry's arms curled up beside his body; I knew he was cold. Since he's a baseball lover, I knew he'd suffer through the cold to stay. So I unwrapped the blanket from around me and cuddled in. On the outside, I was completely normal, but on the inside, I was the happiest girl in the world. I am completely proud of him, so cuddling in and placing my head on his shoulder as we held hands underneath the blanket, I felt so secure and so safe. I felt so proud. Later, we then left the game and held hands, while we laughed all the way to the car.