The blacksmith and I are on parenting duties this weekend. That included taking 8 yr. old Brady to his ballgame.
The night air was hot and humid. So humid in fact I put my hair up in a ponytail. Never thinking I would meet a blogger friend in person for the first time.
I climbed up on the bleachers and sat down. Soon the blacksmith joined me and just as I was asking him if that was Jim sitting across from us, Jim waves.
We met Jim last year at his part time night job. Okay, it can be a day job too. Anyway, during that conversation one thing lead to another and some how his wife Deanna (My loves, my life) and I met on the blogosphere a few days later.
After Jim came over to visit with us, Deanna asked her daughter, "now who is Dad talking to?" He then motions for her to come over. As she walks over, she recognizes me. The rest is history.
So here are two blogger girls with hair styles to support the humidity.
We had a great time talking during, between, and after ballgames. We are going to make a date to get together. Deanna agreed to show me how to use my borrowed serger. The blacksmith and Jim will check out the shop and maybe even get in a little fishing.
Anyway, back to the game . . .