Missing the Guys

So I am now in Virginia and the Dodgers are at home.  There is something wrong with this picture.  My Dad told me to watch and see, that the guys will be losing since I’m not there.  I sent my surrogates, Marynell and Linda.  I told them what to do.  Stand there with a camera and wave frantically to let the guys know they were there.  To no avail.  The first home game came out with the D Backs on top 3-2.  However Kuroda did well considering his last game was opening day.  It will be better tonight.   

I can’t seem to have smooth sailing as far as my trips go.  I know a large part of it is my fault and the rest is beyond my control.  First of all, I worked a straight 7 nights in a row without a day off.  I thought it went pretty well although I admit I would be super exhausted at the end of every shift.  I came out of it in good spirits however.  I thought after my seventh night of working that I would go to Trader Joes and get a salad to eat on the plane.  I did that and still had about 1/2 hour before the shuttle would arrive to pick me up.  Rather than go in the house and lie down which I knew would be fatal, I decided to sit in my car in my driveway with my carryon in the back seat.  Then I would be ready for the shuttle.  Error number one:  I left my phone in my luggage so I would not hear it ring (it plays “I Love LA” which is the victory song of the Dodgers.  It always makes me smile) error number two:  I fell asleep sitting up in the drivers seat.  So when the shuttle came, they didn’t see me sitting in my car and left without me.  I woke with a start and realized it was 10:15 which was my pick up time.  I got my cell phone out and saw there was voice mail.  It was the shuttle driver giving me a completely garbled message.  I called the Super Shuttle main office and asked if I had missed the shuttle.  The lady there said in an unemotional voice that it was three minutes away and for my information it was not late.  I hung up somewhat comforted.  I stood there for another 15 minutes suddenly becoming a little itchy from nervousness.  I called the office again and another lady said that I had missed the shuttle and oh well, did I want to book another one.  Of course, there was no guarantee I would make my flight.  I was in tears and said I had no choice.  Well, the lady informed me I would have to pay again.  I had to agree since I had no other means to get to the airport.  And then she asked me if I wanted her to add the gratuity to the total .  I am ashamed to say that I snapped at her from the stress.  I hung up crying and shaking.  Great, it was now 1100.  My flight left at 1230,  I stood in front of my house until 1120 when the shuttle arrived.  I got in and the three passengers already in there said brightly “Good morning.” and I tearfully said good morning back.  I told the driver that I had a 1230 flight and he informed me he had another pickup.  By the time we picked her up, it was 1145.  The girl in the back seat was on the phone calling about getting some sort of psych medication going from insurance company to a nurse in a psych hospital somewhere, back and forth.    I suppose she was in a much worse predicament than I was.  By that time I was very itchy, scratching and panicking.  The driver was very kind and was a speed demon, the freeway traffic on the 405 was super which at any time is an anomaly, security at the airport was fast, also not usually the case.  I was at my gate by 1220.  The plane was late in boarding.  When we finally all were waiting for the plane to take off, we heard a noise that indicated all was not okay.  The pilot informed us that some sort of generator had gone kaput and would take a few minutes to fire up.  By that time, I was just happy to be sitting on the plane.  We finally took off and landed at DFW.  However I realized I had about 15 mintues to catch my connecting flight.  I got to the gate which was in a different terminal in plenty of time, out of breath, shaking and scratching.  The plane was late.  I always felt that God watches out for me and this was definitely one of those days.  When we reached Norfolk at about 1030 pm, I was exhausted.  It was a long day.  When I saw my son waiting for me, it didn’t matter that the day had been so stressful.  It was worth it. 


  1. Kaybee

    Oh man, that must have been so stressing! I absolutely hate being late, and especially if it’s something as important as a flight, I would be absolutely panicking. I am so glad everything worked out for you. God WAS watching over you. Wow.

  2. Jane Heller

    Oh, poor you, Cat! I can only imagine how stressful it must have been sitting there waiting for the shuttle and missing it – and then all the rest. I get palpitations just thinking about traffic on the 405. So glad you made it to VA safe and sound. Your Dodgers will perk up and be OK until you’re back. Don’t worry!


  3. heartruss

    Hi Kingofcali
    So far it looks like the guys can’t play well when I’m not there. Maybe I shouldn’t tell them anymore.

  4. sunshine43

    We’re missing you too! I hope your son knows how lucky he is to have a mom like you 🙂 it wasn’t easy, but we did win tonight! I think the boys realized that they have to do better for you to make up for you not being there. The first day they lose because they’re missing you so much. Then they realize they screwed up and have to make it up to you by winning! I’m so glad you made your flight and everything worked out. It is always amazing to see how God works things out in our lives. It may not be our way, but His ways are higher than ours. Hopefully we get the Ace tonight on the hill and not drop this series! I don’t think we’ve dropped back to back series yet this season… well, not at home anyway



  5. heartruss

    Thanks for the update Falling Leaves! I feel so far away and yet so close with my friends keeping me in the loop. Enjoy the games.

  6. Dodger4life

    WOW!!! I was sure hoping for a happy outcome Cat. I am glad you are with your son 🙂
    GO DODGERS!!!!!

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