On a Lighter Note
Pitchers and catchers report to spring training on Saturday.
Woo!
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Leap, and the net will appear. -Zen saying
The Obligatory Bio
- J
- My nose is neither small nor large. It is not crooked. I am a 47 year old mother of three (C, 19; M, 15; & S, 11). I work hard at being a good wife, a good mother, a good friend, a good person, a good employee. I am not always successful. I am loyal. I am stubborn. I take things way too personally.
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3 comments:
Go Mets!
Woo Hoo Red Sox!
We got tickets for at least one of their games vs the Orioles in
August. We'll be staying right there at the Mariott next to Camden Yards. Asli and family joined us one year - I don't think they can make this one. Wanna come? :-)
Jen
Hmmm...I'll have to think on that.
I scored home game tickets for mid-July vs. Toronto.
Quick funny story from last May that shows how the balance of power has changed in the house since S.
DH and M went to a May game on a Sunday afternoon. I asked could DH please stop into the team store for me. Before I finished my request, he started protesting about how much he hates the store, how crowded it is, how much crap they have. I let him finish, and said "It's for a hat for S."
DH, calmly: "Oh, OK."
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