This is for my baseball-loving friend, Towanda:
Pitchin' In
12 years ago
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
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WH: WonderHubby, the man of my dreams, my best friend and co-conspirator. A professional choral conductor. He got me hooked on golf.
Baby Bird: Our totally nifty baby girl.
Mama Cat: A jet-black, three year-old Bombay Siamese beastie who takes up almost all of my side of the bed, and demonstrates intense neediness frequently. Likes to have her ears scratched.
Baby Cat: Her daughter, a more traditional Siamese-coloured cat, now almost two years old. Purrs like a locomotive, sheds all over everything, takes up the rest of my side of the bed.
Maternal Unit: My mum, an Anglican priest here in Prairie City. Smart, funny and brave.
Eldest Brother: My biggest brother, an archaeologist, and an all-around nifty fellow. Taught me all about sports.
Middle Brother: Also my elder, but by not quite as much as EB. He works for our provincial government, doing neat things with disaster preparedness planning. He beat up the boys who were mean to me in elementary school.
Paternal Unit: My dad, who is a professional storyteller in another province far away.
And of course, there are others...
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4 comments:
But does not the phrase, "DUMBER THAN CHEESE" spring to one's lips?
Oh god. We saw this on Saturday afternoon watching the ballgame on TV. The announcers kept saying it was her heels that were keeping her from throwing well. But dang, the woman just flat doesn't know how to throw!
Bahahahahah ---- yes, sure, it was the SHOES.
The sad thing is that Ms. Carey suffers from a very common error. It takes at least fifteen seconds to show her how to throw a ball in a way that will not embarrass her.
Nice to see that her "people" are up to the usual level or competence.
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