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Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Good to Go! / My Husband and Sports...In the Same Sentence (Now)


Good news.  Eric's been cleared for another year.  Let the basketball season begin!  Oh, wait, is football season over yet?  Just kidding.  We love football, and we've been watching a lot of it.

I have to say, I'm so proud of my husband for getting into sports as much as he has, considering he's not exactly a sports guy. 

Story #1

When we first met he asked where I'd like to go on our first date.  I said, "How 'bout a sports bar."  He said, "Great!"  I thought, Okay, he's taller than me.  Check.  And he likes sports.  Check. 

I'm thinkin', Done deal, right?

But wait.

Do you know where he took me?  To a place called Patrick's, which is 20-feet from a place called Ozzie's, which is OWNED BY OZZIE SMITH....THE FAMOUS CARDINALS SHORTSTOP.  Uh...hello...seriously?  Patrick's is a blues bar with one TV that may or may not have had a game on, I don't even remember. 

So, not only did he know nothing about sports, he didn't know what a sports bar was.

The conversation (and wine) must have been really good because we went out again.  And again.

Story #2

One night, years and years before me met - so long ago in fact that St. Louis had the football Cardinals team - Larry was out with a friend.  The friend introduced him to someone at the bar...."Hey, this is my friend Larry."  Larry says, "Oh, great to meet you," and shook his hand. They stood there for a while and engaged in small talk. Finally, Larry says to the guy he just met, "So...what do you do?"  The guy says, "I play football."  Larry:  "Oh really, who do you play for?"  Guy at the bar:  "The Cardinals."  Larry:  "Really, here in town? Huh. Neat."

The guy, Neil Lomax, the quarterback for the St. Louis Cardinals, was only the most famous athlete in St. Louis at the time.  Way to go, honey.

Can you imagine? The poor guy probably thought my husband was being a smart *ss.  (Nope, he just hadn't met me yet.)

Story #3  (you've come a long way, Baby)

This past Monday, Larry was in his office building waiting in the lobby for the elevator. A bunch of guys were also waiting, and they all started talking about the Rams game the night before.  Larry was right there in the middle of the conversation, putting in his two cents.  "Man, why didn't they take a time out at the end!"  "They wasted all those seconds!"  "They could have won the game...I don't know what they were thinking." 

A bunch of guys bantering back and forth about a game.

He came home so proud.

As well he should :)


Thursday, September 9, 2010

Heart to Heart

Eric has been working hard for the upcoming basketball season. Here's his schedule these days:

Monday: School all day, 2-hour workout with trainer
Tuesday: 7 AM basketball, school all day, 4:30-6:30 work with "big man" coach, 6:30-8 scrimmages
Wednesday: School all day, 2-hour workout with trainer
Thursday: 7 AM basketball, school all day
Friday: School all day, 2-hour workout with trainer

Fall Ball starts soon, where his school scrimmages against other schools. Tryouts are the second week of November.

E's annual cardiology appointment is this coming Monday. PRAY, PRAY, PRAY that everything has stayed the same. Remember this cardiology visit and this one?

Last week Eric's coach called and asked if I could meet with him right away. I had no clue as to what it was about. I imagined all sorts of things as I drove there. School was just getting out, and I saw Eric in the parking lot. He said he didn't know what it was about. I walked into the office and the coach said, "Sorry to make you come up here like this, but has Eric ever been tested for Marfan's?" I thought, oh my gosh, if you only knew. I told him Eric was diagnosed with it at age 9 and a little bit about what we've been through, and that he finally had genetic testing that said he didn't have it.

He felt bad for inconveniencing me, but he had seen Eric's chest indentation and other characteristics - long arm span, long fingers, his height - and asked his wife, a doctor, about it. When she mentioned Marfan's and told him it can be fatal, he got scared, I think, that Eric was going to die on his court. I told him it was absolutely no bother for me to meet with him, and I thanked him profusely and told him I wished more coaches cared so much about their players. I did tell him that Eric's aorta is bigger than normal and that he gets checked every year.

So think about us on Monday, and say a prayer.

I hope the news is good, so he can play basketball and get more mail like this...




Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Three Years Ago Today...

Forgive me, people, for it has been 19 days since my last confession post.

Today is a big day.  Larry and I are celebrating our...


These were just delivered to me with the sweetest hand written card.  How adorable that he remembers I love sunflowers.  Honey, you're the best! 


We've come a long way, Baby
With journeys near and far
Here's to many more roads to travel upon
No matter how old we are!
Left:  Curacao 2003
Middle:  Catalina Island  2002
Right:  Cancun 2002
Left:  Riding motorcycles in Holland 1998
Right:  First picture ever taken of us - 1998.  Eric was 4.
Left:  England (Oxford)
Middle:  Paul's house 2002
Right:  My house 1999

Left:  Sturgis, South Dakota 1999
Right:  New York 1998 (3 weeks after we met)
Left:  Billy, Julie, Larry, Jason, Eric and Me in Catalina 2002
Right:  Amsterdam 1998
Left: Missouri winery 1999
Middle: My house 1999 (yes, he picked me up for a date on the motorcycle and I had on a dress)
Right: Larry's house 1999

Santa Barbara - Just engaged

September 8, 2007
It seems weird to only be married for three years since we've been together for almost 13.  Thank you to our family and friends who've been on our journey with us.  We love you!

The weather has been beautiful lately, and the other day we went for a 100-mile motorcycle ride.  I just sit on the back and enjoy the scenery.  I'm not a biker mama, despite the pictures of us in Sturgis. Hehe



Stella enjoying the weather and striking a pose

What else...hmmm...oh, we thought it would be fun to start taking classes at the gym.  It's like bootcamp.  The first time we took the class I couldn't sit down for three days without using my hands to lower myself.  Our instructor's name is Maurice. Maurice looks like this:



And after his class we look like this...


but we're getting stronger, and the class, which we take twice a week, is getting a little easier.

P.S.  Here's to many more years of exercising together, too!
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