Biking with the Designated Hitter



Explaining the title - I was reading a blog awhile ago and a woman kept using the term DH. Well it didn't make sense to me since she wasn't at a baseball game and it didn't make sense in context. So I asked my husband, "What does "DH" mean?" and he said designated hitter. So how could both of us be wrong?

I did figure out later that it meant Dear Husband. However, if I use the term it will always mean designated hitter to me. I thought about it and in life if I ever needed to hit somebody since I am weak and my husband is VERY strong I would probably want him to do it for me. He actually was my DH when Buddy was 5. I needed to spank Buddy and he looked right in my eyes and said "You can spank me but you'll never make me cry!" Even with a stick and quite a bit of force I couldn't. Later on, Rick had no trouble making him cry. Maybe in the future I'll do a blog on boys and their mothers. - and why they NEED Fathers.

Anyway, we had a great time biking. Last month Rick and my friend Marla and I went biking in Otter Stae Park and we also looked for the entrance to the Ware River Rail Trail. That is when we saw the MONSTROSITY. When it suddenly appeared looming over the horizon, my first instinct was to say, "I feel like I'm in a science fiction movie!" and Marla said, "I expect to see Godzilla coming over the hill."

Again, I don't think a picture does it justice. But believe me, this thing looks like a huge alien monstrosity in real life.