Went to a Braves game.

I got seriously overwhelmed with all sorts of emotions when I went to this game.
A certain proposal I got from a very special boy added to that madness.

I felt happy. Happy that I was with the man that I love, watching a team that I was raised to love. I was happy that I was getting to watch one of the greatest players of all times play one last time (Chipper, guys. Chipper). Happy that I was among people who didn't judge my Chipper Jones fan-girl. We made the jumbo-tron with my 'I said yes' sign, and made ESPN with the flip side of it, which said 'Chipper, you will be missed.' (It was neon yellow, so I hope he saw it...one can hope, right?)

I felt an immense sadness. Immense, immense sadness. I haven't been to a Braves game since my Uncle Wayne passed away 7 years ago. Every one I'd ever been to, I was either with him or called him right after to tell him all about it, even when I was in high school. I didn't get to do that this time. I felt sadness over, pending that boyfriend or any other wonderful person my life doesn't surprise me, that was the last time I got to see Chipper play. Chipper Jones. The one person who defined my childhood. The one person who (unintentionally) was the cause of me getting in trouble as a kid (for not going to bed because there were still 5 innings left in the baseball game). The one person that, were he ever to say hello to me, I might freak out.

I felt overwhelmed. We walked into the field's little museum, which was awesome. I literally felt overwhelmed looking at all of the different displays. That's history. History I got to be a part of. History I witnessed from the living room floor of my house or my aunt and uncle's, dressed in my Chipper jersey with my Braves bear (YES HE WAS NAMED CHIPPER DON'T JUDGE ME).

I literally have not known what to do with all my feels here lately. Emotional basket-case? That'd be me.

Facts that you might not know about Whitney.

So, here's just a fun little list of facts about Whitney (other than the basics, like 'i love Jesus,' 'I date a boy named Kennith and he's super cute,' etc). I don't know why I ever feel the need to do this kind of thing. 
-I am like Tim Hawkins in the fact that I could literally eat Chic-Fil-A 7 times a day, and I can come up with a rational reason to eat it.
-Want to know something about Ben Roethlisberger? I can probably tell you.
-In case the above fact didn't give it away, I'm a Steelers fan.
-I am terrified of meeting Ben Roethlisberger or any major player for the Steelers, because I'm terrified of forgetting my name and, i don't know, throwing up on their shoes. 
-I can sing at least 2 Nicki Minaj songs. I'm not proud of that.
-I make friends with dudes a lot easier than I make friends with girls.
-It's weird for me driving around town and realizing that people I know are cops now. 
-If you haven't read any past blog posts, I've been in love with Chipper Jones for the majority of my life.
-I have a recurring nightmare where I finally get to meet Chipper Jones and I'm all excited, but I'm dressed as a cow (If you're reading this and your last name is Pruiksma, don't get any ideas).
-Hugging a friendly gorilla is on my bucket list.
-So is going to Wrestlemania.
-I will not be able to contain my excitement if Shawn Michaels is ever within visible distance from me. He's my all time favorite WWE person, and I will probably pee myself with excitement.
-That being said, I can tell you more about the WWE than the average person can. Some of the people in my extended family are dumbfounded by the facts I can rattle off.
-If you could see the tags I follow on Tumblr, you would wonder about my sanity. 
-My Pinterest=the way that people know that I AM NOT NORMAL. 
-I embrace my weird.
-My Twitter is where I put the thoughts I can't put on Facebook.
-Four people I'm thankful God put in my life? Randall Gunter, Bobby Russell, Chris Tolbert, and Ronnie Owens. There are others (many others), but those 4 helped establish a firm foundation for my spiritual growth. 
-I love beach music. (Swingin' Medallions shoutout inserted here. Some of the best times of my life involve those guys)
-My uncle and cousin took me to my first Braves game. I still have the pictures, though I'm re-doing the frame (because the old one was broken in the numerous moves I've done). 

I think that's all for now.
Enjoy this picture of me with a fish I caught (but it was too tiny to keep).