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***So Maybe …

I’m a Marlins fan? No. Not really! But they did just win the World Series and I have to say their pitcher was fabulous (but should watch his mouth when he knows cameras are going to pick up what he says).

***Yay for Kelsey!

Kelsey has her new room. She moved out of Prado and into a different dorm. She has a single room. She is one happy camper. Now she just needs to get her “microfridge” moved into the room!

***And Fun for Brandon too!

Brandon has his new computer. He saved money. He bought a G5. Good for you, Brandon! Have fun with your new toy and tool.
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***OH MY!!!

Difficult to believe … but it’s in the paper. Those crazy Brit boys.

***But more important

Why are the Yankees letting the Marlins win tonight? I mean, I’m sure they want to be kind since they are in fish country, but STILL.
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***So I Lied

Mostly I was lying to myself, but if you take me at my word then I suppose I lied to you as well. For that I apologize. Mea culpa.

… and are you curious now? Do you wonder what horrible thing I said? Are you concerned about me? Do you think I need counseling? Prayer? A miracle?

Well, sure, I suppose I need those things. But it isn’t as bad as you think. Honest. (And this time you can trust me!)

I am still watching baseball!

Yes, you are reading me correctly. (Heh … rather than “correctly” I almost typed “you’re reading me write” which would have been awfully cute, but I didn’t write that and I’ll bet you are really glad about it!)

I said the season was over. I said I was done. And then the TV went back on and I found myself cheering on the rich old Yankees (to the chagrin of some family members and the happiness of others, I suppose). I couldn’t help myself. I do like Pettitte … great pitcher! … and I like the rest of the gang now that the Most Important Team is out until next year (when they’ll win it all!). So I’ll watch and cheer on the Yankees and boo and hiss the Marlins. (They are a fishy team and no one should trust them after the robbed the Giants. I say “give ‘em the hook!” I say “they stink!” I say “throw ‘em back!”)

But I’m also now moving toward football land. The 49ers had been looking poorly, but today was much better. Maybe they’ll make a comeback? Maybe they decided to help out the sad Bay Area that had set hopes on two baseball teams that somehow failed to reach their goals. I wonder. Or maybe they just finally woke up!

***My Exercise Plan …

isn’t as easy to keep as I had hoped. I thought five days a week was a reasonable goal. But I just don’t have five days that hold enough time (while I have enough energy) so I guess I’ll have to settle for four. Still, it’s better than what I’ve done over the past decade. No … two decades. No … three ….
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***Baseball Season

… has ended. As of tonight it is over. Done. Completed. I will have to wait until April now. There is no more to watch. At all. (sigh)

***Pictures!

We went to Spaghetti Factory tonight, to celebrate Dad’s birthday. And he paid. Hmmm. Did we think to offer to pay? Of course not! Oops!

Here’s the man with his two girls!

But here’s his best girl!!

More pictures:

***Happy Birthday Dad!

[T]here’s no bad day that can’t be overcome by listening to a barbershop quartet; this is just truth, plain and simple.
Chuck, The World According to Chuck weblog, September 30, 2003

(Thought you might enjoy this quote!)

***The Apple Is Back Her Hands!

Kelsey got the desired phone call yesterday; her computer was fixed and ready to be picked up. Not only that … they even removed a dent in the case. She is happy. Her mother is happy too. Now we can IM each other again. Yay!
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An Average Life

The ordinary things are seldom told–
they seem too plain, unnecessary acts:
to wake, to rise, to make the bed; the old
and boring story of our lives. These facts,
the scrubbing, dusting, toilets that refuse
to remain clean, are not the fodder for
a poem. Even if the witty muse
sent wondrous words about a daily chore
why would a person choose to write them? Why
ignore the splendid for the boring truth?
A reader wouldn’t cheer to read my cry
of “Cleaned the house!” and it would be uncouth
to write of scum and grime and bills to pay;
the ordinary rituals of my day.
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