I am a baseball fan. More to the point, I am a Red Sox fan, but I'll root for any local team even a Little League team. And when one roots for the local team sometimes a wager or two needs to be made in their honor. Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose, blah blah blah.
Anyway, I lost a bet. To this guy. A Padres fan. You have no idea how much that pains me, but I always make good on my bets.
So I'm over at his blog today. I always pay my dues, but I don't give up that easily. Heh.
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose, sometimes it rains
Labels: baseball, bloggers, guest blogging, if I'm not here I'm there, Red Sox
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Thursday, December 20, 2007
This story could make almost any Red Sox fan cry
Remember when my dogs broke into my closed pantry and ate my Girl Scout cookies? That was a pretty bad day. But this story is much worse.
"Given my chosen profession as a dog trainer I love a good dog story in the news, but this one almost broke my heart..." [Continued at New England Mamas]
Monday, October 29, 2007
Red Sox Nation - You're welcome
It took 86 years for the Red Sox to win a World Series. Until 2004, I come along, get pregnant and *Wham*...
World Series Champions.
Three years later, 2007. All of Red Sox Nation barely dared to dream that another title could be ours again so soon. I get pregnant again and *Wham*...
Another World Series Championship.
And did I mention the winners of Super Bowl XXXVIII and XXXIX, in 2004 and 2005, were the New England Patriots? And that the very same Patriots are currently undefeated?
Coincidence???
Probably. But I'm considering putting my uterus up for sale on Ebay once I deliver T.B. Wams, just in case. I'm not going through another pregnancy again and it really would be a shame for our beloved sports teams to go decades without another title.
Celtics and Bruins fans should start considering paying me for the privilege to rub my belly. Rubs start at 25 bucks a pop. Cash only.
(Cross posted at New England Mamas)
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
RuPaul was right, I should probably work
Now that the great romance of my twenties (not including Mr. C, of course. No, hon, you are the great romance of my life. Promise.) has been compared to a Lifetime movie of the week and I purged my soul on the internet, I've gotta take a detour off this trip down memory lane and take care of some blog business.
But before I get to that, I still can't believe that no one figured out the song. Nobody told me they did anyway. The person who can gets an extra special sappy mix CD with that song and many others that I used to listen to as I drove by his house 20 times an evening.
Added ** Oh, and when I said a "southern band" I meant they were from the south, not that they recorded southern rock or anything like that. They're much more free form than that.**
**Added Again!
Mel from Freak Parade got the song right - Say Goodbye, by the Dave Matthews Band. Congrats, Mel! Jeez, I thought I made it easy on everyone with a bit of the lyric as the title of the post and all. **
Good times, good times.
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First up, I've got some new reviews up at my review blog. Something about back to school shopping and stuff like that. I tried to cover all the kids, from toddler through high school, so please go check it out.
Second, the New England Mamas are looking for mothers who blog from Vermont and Maine to contribute to our site. If you fit that bill, or you know someone who does, please email me at NEMAMAS [at] yahoo [dot] com and put Vermont Blogger or Maine Blogger or something like that in the subject line. I know that there are parts of Maine and Vermont that are just now starting to get indoor plumbing but I've got to believe they have dial-up at the very least. And if there's dial-up, there must be bloggers.
Also, we're looking for one dad from any of the New England states who we can count on to contribute on a regular basis. We need a little testosterone to temper the estrogen. If you want to know more email me at that address above.
Third... Hmm, what was third? Third, third... I got it!
Johnny Damon. Rot in hell.
[head repeatedly hitting keyboard]
Sonufabitch, aadnoiehroanr8932h4o, traitor, ohyq43q08ty0ohgohaoifho, home run, aouq08u8u04ihl*&%*)*o4hihti4hrbnd83, Gah!









