They say not to count your chickens before they hatch… for some of us, they should have said “don’t count your husbands”.

Dallas here… First name, not the city. Just your average independent girl who went to college to conquer the world and swore she was going to be single and travel the world until she was at least 30 (and even then, she said that she would never have a “boyfriend” but MIGHT marry someone some day if it seemed necessary). Boyfriends are unreliable. They’re liars. They’re BOYS. Right?! Besides, with a successful career and a B.S. in Business Administration and Economics from a prestigious school, what could a girl possibly need from a BOY? In the wise words of Cher Horowitz, “As if!”.

Fast forward. Mat and I did the boyfriend- girlfriend thing. We got engaged. We accidentally eloped before our wedding date and then never had a formal ceremony- You know, the usual.

So here I am, blogging to you live from our couch- because once you get married to someone with a stressful career, you stop going out 7 nights a week and you do that housewife thing and tell everyone on the internet your business. OH- AND you give up your own identity if you’re not careful. Speaking of, feel free to never EVER refer to me as “Mat’s wife” unless you have already made it clear that I too am a human being with a name and a face and all of that good stuff.

You might think I have some glamorous lifestyle, that Mat and I do some crazy out-of-this-world things or some other mumbo jumbo, but that’s not the story, morning glory. We’re just normal people trying to find happiness in this world. We enjoy the typical things- owning 70+ reptiles, getting excessive amounts of tattoos, compulsively fishing and spending some nights on the couch yelling at each other during NBA games. We’re pretty simple.

During baseball season, life is a little different- I’ll admit that. We live out of suitcases and watch tons of pay-per-view in hotel rooms. I typically go on almost as many road trips as Mat does and when I’m on the road, I try my best to enjoy the ballparks and cities I’m in as if it’s my day-job- because it kind of is.

I’ll do my best to keep you entertained and give you a look into what life is like standing behind a man who plays with balls for a living.