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I Used to Be a Pipsqueak (A Guest Post)

14 Comments 19 March 2009

My mother and father have been reading my blog intently since I began shoving it down their throats roughly a year ago.  The idea of going back to a site again and again for new content is new to them – but they’re catching on. My mother is a newspaper columnist.  Or was.  Still is, [...]

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From the Chalkboard: “I Will Not Throw Up Before Western Nationals”

1 Comment 01 September 2007

Western Nationals starts today in Salem. We got a 3:00pm draw and my parents are driving down from Seattle to see the game. It’s a massive three-day, double elimination tournament. Winner goes all expenses paid to World’s in Oklahoma. No pressure.

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Watch and Learn, Little One (The Best 30th Birthday Present Yet)

3 Comments 27 August 2007

Sometimes the best birthday presents come from the least expected places. Sunday, the best birthday present came from the opposite field. My party on Saturday was a smashing success. I had friends in from far and wide – we drank and ate and made merry. My best friend Maggie’s parents showed up late in the [...]

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30 Years Old and Faster Than Two Scalded Pigs

2 Comments 24 August 2007

I turned 30 yesterday. It was one of the best days of my life.  Nothing particularly special happened.  I got up, went to boot camp (they sang to me), spent the day working and running errands for the party we’ve planned for Friday, had a happy hour drink at a hip little spot in town, [...]

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I Don’t Look Good in Purple. I have proof.

3 Comments 22 August 2007

To be honest, I hate purple. And pink. Pink more than purple, but that’s beside the point. Nevertheless, purple turned out to be lucky in the tournament this past weekend (my team has a choice of either red or purple uniforms). Since my camera body is in the shop (it died while I was shooting [...]

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Attack of the 200 Pound Wall

2 Comments 20 August 2007

It’s the top of the 7th and we’re tied 3-3 in the championship game. Julie has just driven a scorching line drive up the middle for a lead-off single. After a demoralizing 0-for-Saturday showing, my bat has finally come ’round and I step into the box with a mission to drive something down. Pop-outs equal [...]

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