Excitement-Filled Weekend.

Remember when I said that all of a sudden, one day, everything happened at once? From a softball invitation, to jury summons, to house info...? This weekend was practically as exciting! I had so much to do. I mean, it wasn't even stuff I had to do! Huge difference. Can you tell I don't get out much? By choice, of course.

Anyway, Friday afternoon, I was invited to play in a slow-pitch softball game that night. Remember, I wasn't expecting to play for weeks! But they were a player down so I said, in not so many words, "heck yes!"

I was immediately fired up. The last time I played, I was a sophomore in college.

And let me tell you, it showed.

I was embarrassed at how much I sucked. Now, going from fast-pitch to slow-pitch is NOT an easy transition. There are so many more rules, and it's so much more laid back that it was almost uncomfortable. For example, if a batter hits a ball at the pitcher, they are automatically out.

I can understand that rule, but when you (I) are (am) playing second base and you are so used to fielding the ball and firing it to first, it wracks your brain to stop the momentum and toss the ball to the pitcher instead.

Also, a female batter hits a ball much smaller and lighter than a male batter. Yes, the pitcher actually switches out the ball. That is not something I can get used to. I went from fielding a regulation-sized softball and firing it to first, to grabbing an abnormally heavy and wide ball in the midst of a double play.

Yeah, I fired it to first. And yeah, I over threw it. And yeah, it would have killed someone if they were sitting in the stands where it landed.

It was impossible to gauge.

But as I slowly got used to defense, offense was a mess. I went 0-3. Although, I did make contact with the ball every time. They were just...caught. It's a long wait from pitcher to batter. Almost too long.

As bad as it went, it felt great to be out on the field again. The man who'll be leading the team I'm playing on next season said I did great. He said it was very apparent that I knew what I was doing and was very talented at fast-pitch softball. He told me slow-pitch is all about timing and that I should be able to pick it up no problem.

Here's hoping!

Saturday morning I ventured out to run some errands.

Donated food and toys that my dogs refuse to play with to the Humane Society, went to the drug store for pH strips (explanation to come later), ran into the library to renew my library card, then headed to a local pet store for more info/products on helping The Pup with her UTI.

Yes, the Cattie has a UTI. Her second one in a year of her life. And of course, instead of prescribing something that actually works, her vet told me to put her on Hill's Science Diet for two months to clear it up.

NOT.

I did my own research, found out how to test her urine (that's where the pH strips come in), figured out how to keep her urine acidic enough to get rid of the infection, and bought the cranberry supplement to help.

So far, so good.

And yes, I do chase The Pup around the backyard with a plastic cup in hand. Can you picture it?

Don't.

I'm still trying to figure out how to return the $22 bag of "dog food" to the vet after Rocket's urine tests clean.

Can you picture that? I can.

"Oh, you mean you cleared this all up without using the food that claims it's the only thing that works? Will you continue to question my diagnoses and advice on the health of your dog?"

Err...awkward. I fear that day!

I know this entry is already way too long, but what's a blog without a picture? This is my attempt at an ad for anti-breed specific laws!

Hate the deed, not the breed. The Pit and The Babe.

And of course, what's my blog without an MJ reference?

Youngest. Moonwalker. Ever.