<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968303</id><updated>2011-12-14T22:07:06.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Sox Bat Girl</title><subtitle type='html'>Baseball is for GIRLS......</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673479053161791515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/42668349_0291a28284.jpg?v=0'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>210</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968303.post-113210842169200979</id><published>2005-11-15T21:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T21:48:13.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Go check out my new digs!!</title><content type='html'>Oh yeah...I'm now at &lt;a href="http://www.redsoxbatgirl.com"&gt;www.redsoxbatgirl.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye blogger :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check me out and leave a comment that you've been there!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968303-113210842169200979?l=redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113210842169200979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968303&amp;postID=113210842169200979' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/113210842169200979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/113210842169200979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/2005/11/go-check-out-my-new-digs.php' title='Go check out my new digs!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673479053161791515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/42668349_0291a28284.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968303.post-113209736372349093</id><published>2005-11-15T18:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T18:30:52.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fantasy Football Pick'em -  Week 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/roniweb/63675774/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/25/63675774_713e05cb7c_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/roniweb/63675774/"&gt;Fantasy Football Pick'em -  Week 10&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/roniweb/"&gt;roniweb&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yeah yeah yeah...I'm tied for 6th...at least I'm tied with D.   And the Roommate and &lt;a href="http://veronicas.org/blog"&gt;Roni&lt;/a&gt; are tied for first.  damn them.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968303-113209736372349093?l=redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113209736372349093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968303&amp;postID=113209736372349093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/113209736372349093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/113209736372349093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/2005/11/fantasy-football-pickem-week-10.php' title='Fantasy Football Pick&apos;em -  Week 10'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673479053161791515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/42668349_0291a28284.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968303.post-113207171764210089</id><published>2005-11-15T11:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T11:21:57.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday...</title><content type='html'>So it's Tuesday...another 13 hours day ahead for me :)  What's in it for you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968303-113207171764210089?l=redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113207171764210089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968303&amp;postID=113207171764210089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/113207171764210089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/113207171764210089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/2005/11/tuesday.php' title='Tuesday...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673479053161791515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/42668349_0291a28284.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968303.post-113202327343176362</id><published>2005-11-14T21:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T21:54:33.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time spent with Isabelle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/62913545/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/33/62913545_0f32d0c402_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/62913545/"&gt;Artistic Masterpiece&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/redsox/"&gt;Red Sox Bat Girl&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is my little artist coloring.  It seems to be her new pasttime.  She wants to color ALL THE TIME!!!  And she LOVES the color brown...so weird.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been looking at some gymnastic classes for her.  Roni gave me the idea and I think it will be good for her.  Limber her up a little bit.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we watched football together and took a LONG nap together...there just isn't anything like waking up to a smack on the lips with the words, 'I you mama' coming after them :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope your weekend was as love filled.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968303-113202327343176362?l=redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113202327343176362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968303&amp;postID=113202327343176362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/113202327343176362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/113202327343176362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/2005/11/time-spent-with-isabelle.php' title='Time spent with Isabelle'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673479053161791515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/42668349_0291a28284.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968303.post-113181239456708093</id><published>2005-11-12T11:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T19:48:40.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep thoughts.....</title><content type='html'>It's amazing how certain events put things in your life into persepective.  You know, I was with Jeffery for almost 7 years.  In 7 years, a lot of things happen...a lot of friendships are forged...a lot of family becomes closer.  I learned very quickly to love his parents.  His mom spoiled us silly at Christmas and cooked feasts everytime we visited and his dad was always such a loving person who always had an extra hug and a long story to tell.  Holidays, vacations, and long weekends were spent at their house, hanging out, being lazy....shopping...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that Dave is gone, it really makes me look even deeper into my life.  I KNOW that I've made horrible mistakes...ones in which I could never even possibly start to take back...and I know that there are many people out there who feel that A) I deserve to be horribly miserable or B) that my life is all jolly jolly and that I am a horrible person for being who I am.  This isn't the time nor the place to respond to those people...because it doesn't matter how long of a post I write or how much I apologize...in their eyes, I will just be who I was/am to them.  But I'm not that person.  I have made an effort to improve my life, improve my ways of dealing with things, and improve the relationships I can salvage from the mess I made of my life.  That effort isn't going to end because I've reached some "goal" in my life...it's not a destination..it's a journey.  I'm not some holier than thou person...I have many many faults.  I don't write on this website so that people will think things that aren't true about me.  I'm not overly picture friendly of Isabelle because I want people to THINK I'm a good mom...I write on this blog to express myself...I write on this blog so that I can update friends and family on me....I am not creating a "new" me...I'm not revamping my lifestyle.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I care a great deal about the people in my life that I've lost.  Not through death, but through my bad choices.  Hearing Jeff the way that I heard him yesterday ripped my heart out.  I am hardly a cold hearted person, I am rather a stupid one...but not one that doesn't and hasn't learned from her mistakes.  There are many people in my life that I no longer have a relationship with or have a strained one with...those people deserve to be happy...I would never want to withhold happiness from them...rather, I'd prefer for them to be happy and carefree and well....them.  Seeing my ex happy is a double edged sword.  But I feel SO much better knowing that he has someone with him right now.  I can't play that role anymore...but my heart is still there with him....I loved his dad very much...and my mourning, even though not in the role that I would have played had we stayed married is still there and still very very painful.  I'm not sure why I'm writing this vent...maybe because I just need to get it down and out of my mind..maybe because I've been wanting to write something like this for sometime but needed something like this to happen before I could...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I know for sure.  Looking in at me and making judgements is sometimes an easy thing to do.  The people in my life who know the Amy I've become and the Amy I want to be, they are the people I have to look to...because I am being real with them....I learned that lesson the hard way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968303-113181239456708093?l=redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113181239456708093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968303&amp;postID=113181239456708093' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/113181239456708093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/113181239456708093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/2005/11/deep-thoughts.php' title='Deep thoughts.....'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673479053161791515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/42668349_0291a28284.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968303.post-113174411422871225</id><published>2005-11-11T16:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T16:23:43.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.druzba.com"&gt;Jeff&lt;/a&gt;'s father died today.  If you know him, or hell, even if you don't....keep him in your thoughts.  I know that Jeff and I are divorced but his dad was apart of my life for a long time....I feel a bit off right now....and hurt terribly for Jeff and his family.  Rest in Peace David.....and keep telling those jokes up there...they always made me smile....I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968303-113174411422871225?l=redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113174411422871225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968303&amp;postID=113174411422871225' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/113174411422871225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/113174411422871225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/2005/11/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673479053161791515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/42668349_0291a28284.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968303.post-113162922771120802</id><published>2005-11-10T08:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T08:27:07.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mornings...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/60870009/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/31/60870009_12b3e8487b_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/60870009/"&gt;yo Yo mama...here's my Sippy Cup&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/redsox/"&gt;Red Sox Bat Girl&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today is my Friday!!  YAY!!  I'm so excited that I have a 3 day weekend.  I'm also very excited to get Isabelle back on Saturday for another 10 days!!!  I just got her some more finger paints and play dough and I'm eager to play those with her. (great excuse to play don't you think?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can tell you a few things I'm not excited about.  The damn snow.  I am getting new tires on my car ASAP.  I was driving home from seeing Jarhead last night, (which was pretty good but ended like an interupted dream) and the roads were HORRIBLE.  I could not BELIEVE the amount of snow we got up where I live.  Ugh.  It can't be winter already!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Survivor Night tonight with some friends and then tomorrow it's shopping and a movie!!!  What are YOUR plans for the weekend?&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968303-113162922771120802?l=redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113162922771120802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968303&amp;postID=113162922771120802' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/113162922771120802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/113162922771120802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/2005/11/mornings.html' title='Mornings...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673479053161791515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/42668349_0291a28284.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968303.post-113149692930400825</id><published>2005-11-08T19:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T19:42:09.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So excited...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/36667144/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/28/36667144_7d742e8c43_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/36667144/"&gt;The Girls (Amy, Missy, Becky and April)&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/redsox/"&gt;Red Sox Bat Girl&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In 37 days, I'm going to be in Vegas with THESE girls.  Of course there will be some boys there too *coughgregcoughneilcoughchricoughtullycoughdenniscoughjevoncough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really..it's all about the girls...:)  Watch out Vegas :)&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968303-113149692930400825?l=redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113149692930400825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968303&amp;postID=113149692930400825' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/113149692930400825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/113149692930400825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/2005/11/so-excited.html' title='So excited...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673479053161791515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/42668349_0291a28284.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968303.post-113146361071858281</id><published>2005-11-08T10:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T10:26:50.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday Wist (a day early)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;So how do you participate in Wednesday Wist? You take your ipod, winamp, windows media player, mp3 player, itunes player..whatever you use. Put it on shuffle. Grab the first 5 songs and write what that song makes you remember. If it's a new song...and you can't relate it to a memory....do you like it? Leave me a comment if you do it on your site and if you don't have a site, comment what you would leave if you did have one. Oh...and feel free to comment about my songs as well!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Wednesday Wist Mix: November 8, 2005 (A day early because I won't be around tomorrow!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Something Beautiful - Tracy Bonham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;But I wait&lt;br /&gt;I’m sinking in my skin&lt;br /&gt;And I wait&lt;br /&gt;My heart is wearing thin&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause I’m looking for&lt;br /&gt;Something beautiful&lt;br /&gt;And I pray&lt;br /&gt;For it to come right in&lt;br /&gt;There’ll come a day&lt;br /&gt;My heart is wearing thin&lt;br /&gt;That I fall upon&lt;br /&gt;Something beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Something meaningful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was another WCLZ song that I stumbled upon.  I downloaded it on Itunes and just fell in love.  It doesn't hold any "wist" for me because its not old enough...but the words speak to me a bit.  I think it should speak to most people.  We're all looking for something beautiful...something that means something to us.  I find it every morning when I wake my Isabelle up and she says, "I you Mama."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Home Alabama - Lynyrd Skynyrd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet home alabama&lt;br /&gt;Where the skies are so blue&lt;br /&gt;Sweet home alabama&lt;br /&gt;Lord, I’m coming home to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is from "before my time" but lately its been sounding through my home because its one of the choices on our new Karaoke Revolution game for the PS2.  My roommate does such a good job on it that we hear it a lot :)  The politics of this song are really easily read but still speak leagues...don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its All Been Done - Barenaked Ladies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;And if I put my fingers here, and if I say&lt;br /&gt;"I love you dear,"&lt;br /&gt;And if I play the same three chords,&lt;br /&gt;will you just yawn and say&lt;br /&gt;It's all been done before?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, BNL is a group that I started listening to seriously when I met my ex.  He had some of their older albums and it was my first year of teaching and so the kids introduced me to the newer stuff.  I can remember the ex's and I's first date....we went to my school's Homecoming.  I can remember him putting one of BNL's songs on the mix tape we listened to.  This brings back a bit of wist from there....but good wist.  Which is a good thing...believe me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elephant Love Medley - Moulin Rouge Soundtrack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;We should be lovers&lt;br /&gt;We can't do that&lt;br /&gt;We should be lovers, And that's a fact&lt;br /&gt;Though nothing will keep us together&lt;br /&gt;We could steal time, Just for one day&lt;br /&gt;We could be heroes, Forever and ever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a magical movie, Moulin Rouge.  *sigh*  once again...a bit of ex wist but it was such a fun song to sing with a boy.  It isn't very often you find someone with a great voice to date :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd Rather Ride Around With You - Reba McEntire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t care where this road goes&lt;br /&gt;No I don’t wanna turn around&lt;br /&gt;Let go of the wheel feel the wind blow&lt;br /&gt;Don’t even think about slowin’ down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE this song.  It's one of those songs that come onto my ipod and I turn up the radio and sing as loud as I possibly can.  It doesn't carry very many memories...other than for some reason it reminds me of college and Carrie's old apartment...not sure why.  I have to say though....when I'm in D's car...and we're driving toward Seattle or leaving a baseball game on a warm night...this song would be perfect.  I don't care where I'm going....we always seem to find a good time. It makes me a very happy girl to know I have him on my side!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968303-113146361071858281?l=redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113146361071858281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968303&amp;postID=113146361071858281' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/113146361071858281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/113146361071858281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/2005/11/wednesday-wist-day-early.html' title='Wednesday Wist (a day early)'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673479053161791515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/42668349_0291a28284.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968303.post-113138797061286071</id><published>2005-11-07T13:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T13:27:45.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/60934538/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/32/60934538_8db7a9709f_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/60934538/"&gt;D, my Robin and Neil as Batman&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/redsox/"&gt;Red Sox Bat Girl&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I just got this picture from &lt;a href="http://dirtyapril.blogspot.com"&gt;April&lt;/a&gt;.  Her Halloween party was this past weekend and because I couldn't get out there she tried to make me feel better by sending me pics like this!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D went as Robin (as you can tell) and our friend Neil went as Batman.  I guess they won Best Duo at the party.  I can't wait to see the rest of the pictures.  I'm sure they are as hilarious as this one is.  I can't help but want to title this picture, "nice package D"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh.  Don't worry D...my mom DOES read this website.  :) We'll see what she has to say about it!!!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968303-113138797061286071?l=redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113138797061286071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968303&amp;postID=113138797061286071' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/113138797061286071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/113138797061286071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/2005/11/halloween-fun.html' title='Halloween Fun'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673479053161791515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/42668349_0291a28284.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968303.post-113137693462271623</id><published>2005-11-07T10:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T10:22:14.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Isabelle - Weekend Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/60871602/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/33/60871602_1a60f32065_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/60871602/"&gt;Casual Isabelle&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/redsox/"&gt;Red Sox Bat Girl&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So yesterday was a fun filled Mama/Isabelle day.  We watched football, a few movies, went outside for a quick walk, and enjoyed each other's company.  It amazes me when she speaks so clearly to me.  And her understanding of concepts still completely shocks me sometimes.  Here she is, wearing her new tights and getting ready to head to her daycare.  She dresses up nice doesn't she?  Yesterday we hung around in our fleece pants and our tshirts.  I taught her the wonders of making Playdough worms...:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was YOUR weekend?&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968303-113137693462271623?l=redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113137693462271623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968303&amp;postID=113137693462271623' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/113137693462271623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/113137693462271623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/2005/11/isabelle-weekend-fun.html' title='Isabelle - Weekend Fun'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673479053161791515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/42668349_0291a28284.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968303.post-113131579179406838</id><published>2005-11-06T17:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T17:23:11.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Words</title><content type='html'>I rarely share and even more rarely openly relate things that I write to people.  I know a lot of it is because I lack any confidence in it.  I can remember my ex telling me on numerous occasions that I was a good writer, even though I don't think I ever believed him.  I'm sharing this because I don't know what else to do with it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15,000 miles ago you shared a moment with me&lt;br /&gt;calling me from the road to hear my voice&lt;br /&gt;filled with the same excitement you wanted&lt;br /&gt;me to feel toward you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15,000 miles ago you had hope&lt;br /&gt;and so did I deep down that it would change&lt;br /&gt;that I'd trip on some deep root and the&lt;br /&gt;dirt in my mouth would remind me of our love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15,000 miles ago these lines weren't on my face&lt;br /&gt;and I didn't cry when I felt alone&lt;br /&gt;and I never knew it would be this hard &lt;br /&gt;to be away from you and what you offered me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But these lines are permanent and my heart is &lt;br /&gt;slowly regenerating into half of what it was&lt;br /&gt;and the miles keep flipping over on that damn dial&lt;br /&gt;and you move further than 15,000 miles ever thought of being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another 15,000 miles and who knows where I'll be&lt;br /&gt;but I won't give in to this feeling&lt;br /&gt;because something has to be right within&lt;br /&gt;the maps and roads that lead me away....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968303-113131579179406838?l=redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113131579179406838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968303&amp;postID=113131579179406838' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/113131579179406838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/113131579179406838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/2005/11/words.html' title='Words'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673479053161791515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/42668349_0291a28284.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968303.post-113111082324774977</id><published>2005-11-04T08:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T08:27:03.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Isabelle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/59678321/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/26/59678321_9fbccef2bd_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/59678321/"&gt;Hey look at me!!!&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/redsox/"&gt;Red Sox Bat Girl&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is the mug that I wake up to in the morning.  She always has this look on her face when I get her ready in the morning.  I call these her "high school" jeans...they have to be rolled up because unfortunately she got the Richard short legs/long torso curse!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I look forward to setting up her room with her.  Maybe getting some paint and touching up her room as well as figuring out what she needs for Christmas!!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968303-113111082324774977?l=redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113111082324774977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968303&amp;postID=113111082324774977' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/113111082324774977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/113111082324774977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-isabelle.html' title='My Isabelle'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673479053161791515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/42668349_0291a28284.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968303.post-113102990900456814</id><published>2005-11-03T09:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T09:58:29.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>True Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/59355465/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/32/59355465_89b02a328a_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/59355465/"&gt;Look!  It's Papa&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/redsox/"&gt;Red Sox Bat Girl&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This picture says it all.  Even though Isabelle loves both of my parents...she ADORES her Papa.  It's this weird relationship where he teases her ALL the time and she fights with him in her whiny voice but the love between them is SO evident.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She picked this picture up this morning and kissed it and said, 'I you Papa' which is her way of saying "I love you Papa."  It made my heart swell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought I'd share it with you guys.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968303-113102990900456814?l=redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113102990900456814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968303&amp;postID=113102990900456814' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/113102990900456814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/113102990900456814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/2005/11/true-love.html' title='True Love'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673479053161791515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/42668349_0291a28284.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968303.post-113102965550099307</id><published>2005-11-03T09:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T09:54:18.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprises!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/58622216/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/30/58622216_061c6c18de_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/58622216/"&gt;Flowers from Dennis&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/redsox/"&gt;Red Sox Bat Girl&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There is nothing that brightens a day more than getting an unexpected delivery of flowers.  Always perfect timing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone could give you something to brighten your day...other than money...what would it be?&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968303-113102965550099307?l=redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113102965550099307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968303&amp;postID=113102965550099307' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/113102965550099307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/113102965550099307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/2005/11/surprises.html' title='Surprises!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673479053161791515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/42668349_0291a28284.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968303.post-113094467755600472</id><published>2005-11-02T10:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T10:17:57.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday Wist</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;So how do you participate in Wednesday Wist? You take your ipod, winamp, windows media player, mp3 player, itunes player..whatever you use. Put it on shuffle. Grab the first 5 songs and write what that song makes you remember. If it's a new song...and you can't relate it to a memory....do you like it? Leave me a comment if you do it on your site and if you don't have a site, comment what you would leave if you did have one. Oh...and feel free to comment about my songs as well!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Wednesday Wist Mix: November 2, 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patty Loveless - Hurt Me Bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;And I thank my lucky stars each night&lt;br /&gt;When you're in my arms&lt;br /&gt;And your holding me tight&lt;br /&gt;I realize what it means&lt;br /&gt;To have your true love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a song I remember from when I was in middle school/high school and listened to only "pop-like" country.  I have a deep appreciation for Patty Loveless.  She's timeless and has a beautiful voice.  When I was in the car with my parents during this time in my life, country music was the only music that I could listen to.  I'm such a lyrics fan that I soon knew all the lyrics of most country songs of that time period and sang along everytime I could...when I could...I would make my dad sing with me...he usually only did that when we were alone...but I still treasure those moments of being in the truck with my dad, singing old/new country songs.  I'd like to relive that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Low Millions - Eleanor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;You left your smell, you left your taste,&lt;br /&gt;you left me here with my mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;And I can't relate to what you say I've done,&lt;br /&gt;but just for you, I'll bite my tongue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if you've heard me talk about it before, but I listen to a station here in Maine called WCLZ.  It is this independant station that plays music that is not usually mainstream.  This song is one of those songs I discovered from that station.  Low Millions have a good sound to them.  Folky but rocking....great lyrics....good sounding music.  Catchy tune!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rachael Yamagata - Worn Me Down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Gone - she’s gone.&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel about it?&lt;br /&gt;That’s what I thought.&lt;br /&gt;You’re real torn up about it.&lt;br /&gt;And I wish you the best&lt;br /&gt;But I could do without it&lt;br /&gt;And I will because you’ve worn me down&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I will because you’ve worn me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I *heart* Rachael Yamagata.  She has this beautiful voice and her lyrics are just...well...good.  She was a WCLZ pick as well.  I got to meet her band in the Old Port one night and they were a good group of young guys.  This song deals with a girl who is dating a man who isn't over his ex.  Listen to the song...You'll find it as catchy as I do!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indigo Girls - Ghost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you kiss me like a lover&lt;br /&gt;then you sting me like a viper&lt;br /&gt;i go follow to the river&lt;br /&gt;play your memory like the piper&lt;br /&gt;and i feel it like a sickness how this love is killing me&lt;br /&gt;but i'd walk into the fingers of your fire willingly&lt;br /&gt;and dance the edge of sanity i've never been this close &lt;br /&gt;in love with your ghost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.  This song brings back memories.  I started listening to the Indigo Girls in college...way after it was cool to have discovered them.  I love the way they sound...the harmonies...the messages.....but anyway...this song most reminds me of my old bestfriend Aaron.  At one time we dated and then broke up...then dated...then broke up....then dated again..so on and so forth.  I put this song on a mix tape for him.  Now everytime I hear it...it reminds me of driving through Vermont near Burlington, listening to this music....having the windows down.  So such a bad memory...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul Coughing - Circles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;But I can’t sigh now that you made the move&lt;br /&gt;It has gone and gone to dogs, lay down on the floor&lt;br /&gt;For the right price I can get everything&lt;br /&gt;Slip into the car, go driving to the farthest star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This group was one of my ex's favorites for awhile.  They had this REALLY annoying song about numbers that he sang over and over again and put on every mix he made for like 3 months.  I had a chance to see them in concert with my friend Pam, when they were one of the bands that opened for Everclear.  I remember when Soul Coughing was performing, I waited to hear the numbers song..just so I could go back to Jeff and let me him know that _I_ had heard it :)  This song isn't annoying though...it's almost peppy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968303-113094467755600472?l=redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113094467755600472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968303&amp;postID=113094467755600472' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/113094467755600472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/113094467755600472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/2005/11/wednesday-wist.html' title='Wednesday Wist'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673479053161791515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/42668349_0291a28284.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968303.post-113080812796981656</id><published>2005-10-31T20:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T20:22:08.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween with Ibelle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/58274489/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/32/58274489_477cf0b27b_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/58274489/"&gt;Chicken Girl...where is her other leg?!?&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/redsox/"&gt;Red Sox Bat Girl&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yes...this is Chicken Girl.  She had SO much fun and was totally spoiled by the people that we visited.  We taught her to say Bok Bok and she gave lots of Thank You's.  I get to have her for almost 10 days in a row so I'm excited to have some mother/daughter time!!!!  I can't wait!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were YOU for Halloween?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE:  Other pics on my flickr&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968303-113080812796981656?l=redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113080812796981656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968303&amp;postID=113080812796981656' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/113080812796981656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/113080812796981656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/2005/10/halloween-with-ibelle.html' title='Halloween with Ibelle'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673479053161791515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/42668349_0291a28284.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968303.post-113069903043355081</id><published>2005-10-30T14:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T14:03:50.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Look at THAT face!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/57625461/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/33/57625461_02c8139128_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/57625461/"&gt;Look at THAT face!!!&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/redsox/"&gt;Red Sox Bat Girl&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I couldn't help but post this picture on here.  This is taken while we were at my babysitter's house.  Her babysitter, "Bob" (her nickname) is SO good with her and Isabelle loves being there.  This Cabbage Patch doll eats things and Isabelle LOVES it.  This was some sort of "leave my baby alone" face :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo damn cute.  I can't WAIT to see her tomorrow.  I have her for an extended time because it's the ex's birthday next week so I'm so excited to spending some time with my baby girl!!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968303-113069903043355081?l=redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113069903043355081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968303&amp;postID=113069903043355081' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/113069903043355081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/113069903043355081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/2005/10/look-at-that-face.html' title='Look at THAT face!!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673479053161791515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/42668349_0291a28284.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968303.post-113068226287834226</id><published>2005-10-30T09:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T09:24:22.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie warnings and wants...</title><content type='html'>Do not...I repeat...do NOT go see the legend of Zorro.  I know, I should have known better, but my friend Dave was late getting here and it was either that or North Country and I'd already seen that.  Soooo...I went to see it.  It was the cheesiest movie EVER...plus I really don't like Antonio Bandaras or however the hell you spell his name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plus side of going to the movies last night was that I got to see the preview for the New Harry Potter movie *melt* and the Narnia movie.  I am soooo going to those.  Especially Harry Potter.  I can remember when the first one came out and my friend Pam actually CRIED during the preview because she was so enchanted by it.  I can still remember the memory.  So, yeah...I'll be going to see those....can't wait!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now.  I might be going to the movies again today even though the movie selection is a bit yucky right now....well, at least where I live.  We'll see.  Stay tuned!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968303-113068226287834226?l=redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113068226287834226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968303&amp;postID=113068226287834226' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/113068226287834226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/113068226287834226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/2005/10/movie-warnings-and-wants.html' title='Movie warnings and wants...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673479053161791515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/42668349_0291a28284.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968303.post-113050289067031519</id><published>2005-10-28T07:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T07:34:50.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/55276422/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/30/55276422_df4ee6be00_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/55276422/"&gt;Grandparents at work.  Papa talking to Avery, Grammy reading to Ibelle&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/redsox/"&gt;Red Sox Bat Girl&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Growing up, I had my parents, my siblings,  a few sparse cousins and that was it for family.  My grandparents had all passed except for my mom's mom and that is a whole long story...but for the most part...extended family was limited.  I think that's why Isabelle having a relationship with her extended family is so important.  Last weekend, when my brother and his family and my sister and her son came to my parents and we were all together...it was a bit hectic but extremely comforting.  They are my family....they are Isabelle's family....I am SO lucky and Isabelle is SO lucky to have them all.  She will get to know her cousins...it's so important to me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pic is of that weekend...my dad was talking to Avery and my mom was reading to Isabelle.  It was so great to see.  I'm very very lucky.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968303-113050289067031519?l=redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113050289067031519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968303&amp;postID=113050289067031519' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/113050289067031519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/113050289067031519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/2005/10/family.html' title='Family'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673479053161791515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/42668349_0291a28284.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968303.post-113043018927747601</id><published>2005-10-27T11:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T11:23:09.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Picking up....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/55277734/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/31/55277734_7330ca1db3_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/55277734/"&gt;Picking up....&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/redsox/"&gt;Red Sox Bat Girl&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Doesn't she look all warm and cuddly in her fleece pj's?  This was her picking up her legos after we built "tall tall buildings" with them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween is coming up and I'm SOOOO excited to see Ibelle in her costume.  Wait until you guys see the pics!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope that this day is treating you all well, it finally is NOT raining.  Field hockey game this afternoon and then coming home to get some rest.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968303-113043018927747601?l=redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113043018927747601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968303&amp;postID=113043018927747601' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/113043018927747601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/113043018927747601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/2005/10/picking-up.html' title='Picking up....'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673479053161791515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/42668349_0291a28284.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968303.post-113034718284877639</id><published>2005-10-26T12:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T12:19:42.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday Wist</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;So how do you participate in Wednesday Wist? You take your ipod, winamp, windows media player, mp3 player, itunes player..whatever you use. Put it on shuffle. Grab the first 5 songs and write what that song makes you remember. If it's a new song...and you can't relate it to a memory....do you like it? Leave me a comment if you do it on your site and if you don't have a site, comment what you would leave if you did have one. Oh...and feel free to comment about my songs as well!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday Wist Mix: October 26th, 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barrel of a Gun - Guster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;She will be sweet on me, just like a mystery &lt;br /&gt;It's not so hard to see if I'm not mistaken &lt;br /&gt;She comes from far away, and gets closer everyday &lt;br /&gt;And all that I can say is that she's all I want and all that I&lt;br /&gt;live for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard Guster for the first time when I was listening to the old WCLZ out of Portland.  My ex and I had tickets to BNL and Guster opened for them.  I was completely in awe the entire performance.  The bongo guy is kick ass and their music is just really listener-friendly.  Great band.  If you don't know them..check them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect Girl - Sarah McLachlan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The riot in my heart decides to keep me open and alive&lt;br /&gt;I have to take myself away from you&lt;br /&gt;cause I cant compete I cant deny theres nothing that I didnt try&lt;br /&gt;how did I go wrong in loving you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song reminds me of K.H.  His initials are all you're getting.  My friends will know who he is.  I went to this concert with Pam, Jaime, and Sonya and at the time I was really close with K.H.  But the song lyrics were perfect for my relationship with him...he was such a wonderful wonderful person....we just met at the wrong time in our lives.  I could easily use words like regret but I won't.  K.H. was perfect for me for the time he was in my life.  He was a great friend...and excellent peer and just a good guy.  I was lucky to experience him.  &lt;br /&gt;(talk about wist)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mercedes Boy - Pebbles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wanna ride in my mercedes&lt;br /&gt;Boy?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you're gonna do with me.&lt;br /&gt;'cause if you wanna ride in my mercedes&lt;br /&gt;Boy&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things that I'm gonna do to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song came out in 1988, I think.  I used to LOVE it.  I still find myself being all giddy when I hear it play over my ipod.  Pebbles....what a name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Face Up and Sing - Ani DiFranco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I know I can't be the only&lt;br /&gt;whatever I am in the room&lt;br /&gt;so why am I so lonely?&lt;br /&gt;why am I so tired?&lt;br /&gt;I need company&lt;br /&gt;I need backup&lt;br /&gt;I need to be inspired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ani DiFranco is one of the most talented singer/songwriters there are.  She's energetic...she's incredible live...she reminds me of college, of my early years as a teacher, and of how much now she inspires me to inspire young women of today's day and age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Need You - Edie Carey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I was taking pride in being lonely&lt;br /&gt;I was busy making friends with myself&lt;br /&gt;Theres nobody else who really knows me half as well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This artist was a friend of Skip Peri's and he mentioned her to me the one time I met him.  This song is just so sweet and nice.  Good songwriting and someone I'd suggest you guys look up if you like singer/songwriting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968303-113034718284877639?l=redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113034718284877639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968303&amp;postID=113034718284877639' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/113034718284877639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/113034718284877639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/2005/10/wednesday-wist_26.html' title='Wednesday Wist'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673479053161791515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/42668349_0291a28284.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968303.post-113033491588421411</id><published>2005-10-26T08:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T08:59:08.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Twins?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/roniweb/56004922/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/33/56004922_36d86a978f_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/roniweb/56004922/"&gt;Ready for school!&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/roniweb/"&gt;roniweb&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/54010971/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/32/54010971_f2a89a5184_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/54010971/"&gt;Oh yeah - The Punky Brewster Look&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/redsox/"&gt;Red Sox Bat Girl&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;These girls are just MADE for each other.  They have the same personalities...the same dressing style.  I can't WAIT to get these girls together!!!!  Don't you agree they are adorable?&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968303-113033491588421411?l=redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113033491588421411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968303&amp;postID=113033491588421411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/113033491588421411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/113033491588421411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/2005/10/twins.html' title='Twins?'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673479053161791515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/42668349_0291a28284.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968303.post-113025059252534961</id><published>2005-10-25T09:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T09:29:52.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What?</title><content type='html'>I sometimes hear from friends and family, "Hey Amy did you read what's on x's site?"  And honestly....I didn't.  The best move I ever made in my life was no longer reading websites of people whose very existance cause me grief or pain.  Is it tempting to sometimes log on and read their sites and secretly plot their demise?  Of course it is.  The problem with that?  It isn't very productive or helpful in where my life is going now.  Personal websites are like peepholes into others lives...and honestly, I have no interest or need to know what is going on in certain people's lives.  The sitemeter never lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to all of you that have honored my request to move on and not dwell on the things in my life I have no need for anymore.  And please, don't stay in the woodwork..if you read me, feel free to leave a comment :)   Wednesday Wist tomorrow!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968303-113025059252534961?l=redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113025059252534961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968303&amp;postID=113025059252534961' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/113025059252534961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/113025059252534961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/2005/10/what.html' title='What?'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673479053161791515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/42668349_0291a28284.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968303.post-113024375854075172</id><published>2005-10-25T07:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T07:35:58.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kitties and Doggies..oh my!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/55575501/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/26/55575501_45caf2c1ff_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/55575501/"&gt;Cady and Sebastian&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/redsox/"&gt;Red Sox Bat Girl&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I love pets.  I always had them growing up and I absolutely love the feeling of having an animal that is completely yours.  This picture is the two animals that my parents now have that used to be mine.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebastian, the cat, is a break up cat.  Now most of you girls know what I'm talking about when I say I have a break up animal.  My roommate Carrie actually went so far as to take out a loan to pay for HER divorce dog.  I went to a shelter and got Sebastian after my long term boyfriend/fiance broke up with me right before our wedding/Valentines Day.  I went into the shelter and looked around for a full grown, lazy cat.  I saw this cow spotted black and white cat already named Sebastian and thought....Oh he's all lazy and sleepy...I want HIM! I went through the adoption process...forked over 30 bucks and wahlah...he was mine.  As I was walking out the shelter door, the attendant said after me, "when the medication wears off, he'll be a bit more active."  I stopped in my tracks..."medication?"  She said, "Yes, he just got fixed today."  Oh yes, this lazy sleepy kitty was just DRUGGED...and when I got him back to my very SMALL apartment...and he "became a bit more active" my life for a bit was very very very um.....busy.  He was a bad bad kitty...clawed everything...climbed up doorframes....I would come home and find him on top of the fridge, having knocked over everything on every countertop.  When I ended up moving into my new apartment, I couldn't take him with me...so to the Richard farm he went....where my parents soon learned to love him, teach him to settle down...and make him a FAT outdoors kitty.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cady Dog was also picked up at a shelter and the stories behind her are very very very long and extensive.  Needless to say, she has massive separation anxiety.  She ate through my ex's and I's mattress, our couch, a few rugs, or clothing, our shoes...EVERYTHING when we were gone away from her.  Once I had Isabelle, we just couldn't handle the dog AND a brand new baby...and my dad's disease made him quite sappy and he loved Cady...so my parents took her in.  She is now in doggy heaven (even if still a bit misbehaved) and has a lot of room to run and goes for walks with my parents every morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pets are still mine...Cady sleeps with me when I stay over at my parents, Sebastian is a bit distant but still makes sure he visits when I'm there.  I miss having them but my parent's house is a so much like a resort, I don't blame them for being happy there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is my crazy pet story for the day :)&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968303-113024375854075172?l=redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113024375854075172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968303&amp;postID=113024375854075172' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/113024375854075172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/113024375854075172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/2005/10/kitties-and-doggiesoh-my.html' title='Kitties and Doggies..oh my!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673479053161791515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/42668349_0291a28284.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968303.post-113015808228791105</id><published>2005-10-24T07:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T07:48:02.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Skateboard Chick</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/54843964/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/31/54843964_0490f52fe4_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/54843964/"&gt;Skateboard Chick&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/redsox/"&gt;Red Sox Bat Girl&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This weekend was fun filled.  Saturday, my sister and my nephew Silas, and my brother, his wife, Jen, and my nephew Avery all came over to my parents to spend the day.  We went to the Norlands' Fall Festival which was a bit of a let down but good to get out into the crisp air.  Isabelle tried cotton candy and didn't like it.  She's really not much of a "sweets" girl so that's good for her teeth!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Isabelle and I had a lazy day.  We slept in until 10, laying in her bed, reading books and telling stories.  She's so cuddly in the morning and was completely satisfied just laying around with Mama.  We got up, I made her breakfast (her favorite, eggs with cheese and 3 sausage links) and we watched the movie, Beauty and the Beast.  It's the first time she'd watch it with me.  Before she thought it was too scary.  We watched the whole thing and she even learned some of the songs.  After her nap, we went to my parents so that I could move some more stuff from their house that I got from my old place.  My parents miss her a lot when she's gone for the week with her dad so I like for them to see her on the Sunday before that happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an exhausting weekend....but one I wouldn't trade for the world.  What did you do with YOUR weekend?&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968303-113015808228791105?l=redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113015808228791105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968303&amp;postID=113015808228791105' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/113015808228791105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/113015808228791105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/2005/10/skateboard-chick.html' title='Skateboard Chick'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673479053161791515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/42668349_0291a28284.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968303.post-113008450461230301</id><published>2005-10-23T11:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T13:54:39.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here without you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/53863548/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/33/53863548_105c32e1b8_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/53863548/"&gt;Dennis and Amy&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/redsox/"&gt;Red Sox Bat Girl&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;For the most part, my relationship with D is pretty straightforward.  We see each other when we can and make the most of the time we have.  It has worked out well and continues to work out the way I want.  I have a person I can share things with and see when it's possible, but I also have more time in my life for Isabelle and my career.  D is my bestfriend and my confidant.  We talk every day and he knows about me than most people.  I'm not saying its easy, because its not.  There are days when I just wish I could come home to him and tell him about my day, or share little moments with him....and those days are harder than the others.  The good thing is, I can always call him, and he always goes out of his way to make sure I'm happy.  Look at our smiles in this photo...every photo I take with him, it shows just what he brings out in me....a pure happiness.  Who knows what the future brings for us as far as relationships go, but I do know that we'll always have the friendship we do.  It's irreplaceable. Thank you D.  These lyrics are ones that he's sent me before through email on one of those days I missed him the most....cheesy maybe for me to post them..but they are perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hundred days had made me older&lt;br /&gt;since the last time that I've saw your pretty face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thousand lights had made me colder and I don’t think I can look at this the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all the miles had separate&lt;br /&gt;They disappear now when I’m dreaming of your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m here without you baby&lt;br /&gt;but you're still on my lonely mind&lt;br /&gt;I think about you baby&lt;br /&gt;and I dream about you all the time&lt;br /&gt;I’m here without you baby&lt;br /&gt;but you're still with me in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;And tonight it’s only you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The miles just keep rollin&lt;br /&gt;as the people either way to say hello&lt;br /&gt;I've heard this life is overrated&lt;br /&gt;but I hope that it gets better as we go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m here without you baby&lt;br /&gt;but you're still on my lonely mind&lt;br /&gt;I think about you baby&lt;br /&gt;and I dream about you all the time&lt;br /&gt;I’m here without you baby&lt;br /&gt;but you're still with me in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;And tonight girl it’s only you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything I know,&lt;br /&gt;and anywhere I go&lt;br /&gt;it gets hard but it won’t take away my love&lt;br /&gt;And when the last one falls,&lt;br /&gt;when it’s all said and done&lt;br /&gt;it get hard but it won’t take away my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m here without you baby&lt;br /&gt;but you're still on my lonely mind&lt;br /&gt;I think about you baby&lt;br /&gt;and I dream about you all the time&lt;br /&gt;I’m here without you baby&lt;br /&gt;but you're still with me in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;And tonight girl it’s only you and me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968303-113008450461230301?l=redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113008450461230301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968303&amp;postID=113008450461230301' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/113008450461230301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/113008450461230301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/2005/10/here-without-you.html' title='Here without you...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673479053161791515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/42668349_0291a28284.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968303.post-112990288086546922</id><published>2005-10-21T08:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T08:54:40.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ohh..to be young again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/54572525/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/27/54572525_4a73c9a82d_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/54572525/"&gt;Sure sign that it's almost time for bed...THE THUMB&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/redsox/"&gt;Red Sox Bat Girl&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Growing up, my mom read to me CONSTANTLY.  She started with smaller books and then eventually read chapter books to me and I'd wait in anticipation for bedtime to come so that she would read me the next chapter.  I think that's why I love to read so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see this developing with my daughter.  Sometimes when I put her to bed, I hear her "reading" to her stuffed animals.  She is sooo smart and has already developed this love for words.  She questions what books say, she likes to try new words...I love it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, another reason why I'm so lucky that Isabelle and my mom and dad are so close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the thumb.,....yeah, it was around 5:30 on a day that was full of activity...so she was a bit tired...i still think it's adorable.  But then again..I'm her mom!!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968303-112990288086546922?l=redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112990288086546922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968303&amp;postID=112990288086546922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112990288086546922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112990288086546922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/2005/10/ohhto-be-young-again.html' title='Ohh..to be young again...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673479053161791515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/42668349_0291a28284.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968303.post-112990195305037331</id><published>2005-10-21T08:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T08:39:13.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Me?  Spiritual?</title><content type='html'>I'm not surprised at my quiz results.  I guess I thought they'd have a picture of me driving the bus to hell when I was done...but they gave me some leeway. Stolen from &lt;a href="http://shessocomplicated.blogspot.com/2005/10/friday-october-21-2005.html"&gt;She's So Complicated&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table border="1" width="350" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="+2"&gt;You fit in with:&lt;br /&gt;Spiritualism&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideals are mostly spiritual, but in an individualistic way.  While spirituality is very important in your life, organized religion itself may not be for you.  It is best for you to seek these things on your own terms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40% spiritual.&lt;br /&gt;60% reason-oriented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table name="qgtable" width="350" height="350" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" border="0" background="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/result_images/bg-map.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="268"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;td width="234"&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;td valign="top" align="left" border="0"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/result_images/locator.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=47"&gt;Take this quiz&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968303-112990195305037331?l=redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112990195305037331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968303&amp;postID=112990195305037331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112990195305037331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112990195305037331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/2005/10/me-spiritual.html' title='Me?  Spiritual?'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673479053161791515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/42668349_0291a28284.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968303.post-112985234444411900</id><published>2005-10-20T18:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T18:52:24.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You HAVE to go here...</title><content type='html'>So, my friend Kate sent me this link.  &lt;a href="http://www.chumfm.com/MorningShow/bits/march24.swf"&gt;It's not a lame link and you HAVE to go.  Make sure you have sound.  I almost peed my pants listening to this.  It's a clip of a guy leaving a voicemail for his friend who then sees an accident happen.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968303-112985234444411900?l=redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112985234444411900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968303&amp;postID=112985234444411900' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112985234444411900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112985234444411900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/2005/10/you-have-to-go-here.html' title='You HAVE to go here...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673479053161791515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/42668349_0291a28284.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968303.post-112981222563392177</id><published>2005-10-20T07:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T07:53:51.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So innocent..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/54281963/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/27/54281963_d962956db8_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/54281963/"&gt;My baby girl&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/redsox/"&gt;Red Sox Bat Girl&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yes, she looks extra innocent here.  It's her "I slept through the entire night and my mama doesn't look like a battle field" look.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was a terror yesterday at my parents but it was so evident how the night before had caught up to her.  So she's now back to my Ibelle.  :) I like that better.  Friday, she looks forward to seeing her cousin &lt;a href="http://babyshaq.blogspot.com"&gt;Silas&lt;/a&gt; and her &lt;a href="http://karenmary.blogspot.com"&gt;Auntie Karen&lt;/a&gt;.  It's always nice to be able to spend time with family.  Saturday is a fall festival at the &lt;a href="http://www.norlands.org"&gt;Norlands&lt;/a&gt;, a living history center by where I grew up. They have tours, hay rides, pumpkin contests, and tons of hot cider and pumpkin pie.  It will be nice to be able to bring Ibelle to something that I enjoyed when I was younger...plus it has an historical spin on it.  Bonus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, &lt;a href="http://since11.blogspot.com"&gt;my brother Jason and his wife Jen and Ibelle's cousin Avery&lt;/a&gt; are coming for a visit.  Avery is moving around now and Isabelle will have SO much fun with that.  I hope she's a helpful cousin.  *smile*  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say that I'm so lucky to have my parents so close by.  The fact that they get to enjoy seeing Isabelle grow up is a HUGE thing for me.  I didn't get to have grandparents growing up.  My grandmother on my mom's side was the only one alive when I was a child and she was....well....honestly, she was a cold cold woman.  I dont' think she hugged me once unless it was because my mother did the whole, "go hug your grandmother thing" not because I wanted to.  I have heard stories of my Papa and how he used to adore my sister.  He only even knew her for a short period of time, but she still gets misty eyed hearing the stories my mom tells about her hiding my papa's hat.  I see a lot of that mischeif and fun between my dad and Isabelle.  He teases her SO much and she absolutely ADORES him.  That is the most important thing to me.  That she will have everlasting memories of my parents.  I am so blessed (and I rarely use that word) to have this opportunity for my child to bond with her family.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's enough for now.  I wrote a post in my head on the way here...I'll get to that later on this afternoon.  Off to work I go!!!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968303-112981222563392177?l=redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112981222563392177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968303&amp;postID=112981222563392177' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112981222563392177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112981222563392177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/2005/10/so-innocent.html' title='So innocent..'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673479053161791515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/42668349_0291a28284.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968303.post-112981125878175667</id><published>2005-10-20T07:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T07:27:38.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My boyfriend's back.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/54281721/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/31/54281721_108856750d_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/54281721/"&gt;Astros in the World Series&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/redsox/"&gt;Red Sox Bat Girl&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oh yeah. My boyfriend is in the World Series again.  And this time he might win with a team I can respect!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOOO ASTROS!!!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968303-112981125878175667?l=redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112981125878175667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968303&amp;postID=112981125878175667' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112981125878175667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112981125878175667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-boyfriends-back.html' title='My boyfriend&apos;s back.....'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673479053161791515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/42668349_0291a28284.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968303.post-112973373711792965</id><published>2005-10-19T09:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T09:55:37.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday Wist</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;So how do you participate in Wednesday Wist? You take your ipod, winamp, windows media player, mp3 player, itunes player..whatever you use. Put it on shuffle. Grab the first 5 songs and write what that song makes you remember. If it's a new song...and you can't relate it to a memory....do you like it? Leave me a comment if you do it on your site and if you don't have a site, comment what you would leave if you did have one. Oh...and feel free to comment about my songs as well!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday Wist Mix:  October 19, 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Chantal Kreviazuk - Surrounded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I was there&lt;br /&gt;c'mon and tell me i wasn't worth&lt;br /&gt;sticking it out for&lt;br /&gt;well i was there&lt;br /&gt;and i know i was worth it&lt;br /&gt;cause if i wasn't worth it&lt;br /&gt;that makes me worse off then you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the first people that my ex introduced me to.  I still to this day have a great number of favorite artists that were directly introduced to me by him.  This song is SO fun to sing.  She has this haunting kind of voice that is challenging to copy but extremely fun to try.  I can remember belting this out in a maroon Chevy Cavalier...back in the day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Beatles - Penny Lane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Penny Lane the barber shaves another customer,&lt;br /&gt;We see the banker sitting waiting for a trim.&lt;br /&gt;And then the fireman rushes in&lt;br /&gt;From the pouring rain, very strange.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the Beatles.  I think its because my sister listened to them all the time when i was growing up...on vinyl.  :) This isn't one of my favorite songs by them...but hey..it's random play!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  50 Cent - Just a Lil' Bit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drop it like its hot, get to workin' that back&lt;br /&gt;Girl shake that thang, yeah work that thang&lt;br /&gt;Let me see it go up and down&lt;br /&gt;Rotate that thang, I wanna touch that thang&lt;br /&gt;Can you make it go round and round&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song reminds me of this summer in Washington.  D and I went with his friends Missy and Neil camping in the North Woods of Washington State.  I made a half Skip Peri/Shimmer half "ghetto" mix.  This was the first song on the mix and I loved it when D says, 'lil' bit."  Make fun of me all you want.  The man has a way :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4.  Soundtrack of a Christmas Carol - You Mean More to Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I don't need a fortune&lt;br /&gt;Hidden in a shoe&lt;br /&gt;Many men have fortunes&lt;br /&gt;but they don't have you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even mention this...but I am in this year's Community Theater production of A Christmas Carol.  It's the Broadway version and I'm the Ghost of Christmas Present.  I'm SOOO excited.  The singing isn't the best, but the character is sarcastic and biting...This song is in the play...Tiny Tim and his dad sing it to each other.  Very touching!!  Let me know if any of you want to see this.  It's the first weekend in December!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;5.  Shimmer - Sweet Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;There’s nothing sweeter than your kiss&lt;br /&gt;I can’t get enough of what I’m needing&lt;br /&gt;There’s no better place than this&lt;br /&gt;When you’re lying in my arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Skip Peri's new band.  I *heart* them.  This song sounds a lot like old Hall and Oates.  I love it.  This was one of the first songs off the album that I heard.  It just reminds me of Seattle...and smiling :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968303-112973373711792965?l=redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112973373711792965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968303&amp;postID=112973373711792965' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112973373711792965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112973373711792965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/2005/10/wednesday-wist.html' title='Wednesday Wist'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673479053161791515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/42668349_0291a28284.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968303.post-112972957835971961</id><published>2005-10-19T08:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T08:46:18.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh yeah - The Punky Brewster Look</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/54010971/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/32/54010971_f2a89a5184_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/54010971/"&gt;Oh yeah - The Punky Brewster Look&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/redsox/"&gt;Red Sox Bat Girl&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You know, dressing kids is so much fun.  Everyday I actually get excited to dress Isabelle.  She of course has no idea what looks good or bad and just lays down and lets me put on her whatever I want.  Even though in this picture she's wearing a fleece that kinda clashes with her "tights" underneath is this cute little white tshirt with a pink girl on it :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's stylin'  Don't you think?&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968303-112972957835971961?l=redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112972957835971961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968303&amp;postID=112972957835971961' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112972957835971961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112972957835971961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/2005/10/oh-yeah-punky-brewster-look.html' title='Oh yeah - The Punky Brewster Look'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673479053161791515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/42668349_0291a28284.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968303.post-112972655352258241</id><published>2005-10-19T07:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T07:55:53.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mooommmmmm, let's Gooooooo (now tell me she doesn't look like she's 17 here)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/54011602/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/28/54011602_6e898ae6c3_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/54011602/"&gt;Mooommmmmm, let's Gooooooo (now tell me she doesn't look like she's 17 here)&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/redsox/"&gt;Red Sox Bat Girl&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yes.  This is my daughter.  This is my daughter after keeping me up all night.  Doesn't she look impatient?  We were heading out the door and I realized just how grown up she looked.  *sigh*  She's only TWO!!!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968303-112972655352258241?l=redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112972655352258241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968303&amp;postID=112972655352258241' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112972655352258241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112972655352258241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/2005/10/mooommmmmm-lets-gooooooo-now-tell-me.html' title='Mooommmmmm, let&apos;s Gooooooo (now tell me she doesn&apos;t look like she&apos;s 17 here)'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673479053161791515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/42668349_0291a28284.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968303.post-112965774816277177</id><published>2005-10-18T12:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T12:49:08.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My new lustbucket</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/53775894/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/25/53775894_2b24c44f4e_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/53775894/"&gt;Sean Patrick Thomas&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/redsox/"&gt;Red Sox Bat Girl&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I watched Save the Last Dance the other day.  I *heart* Sean Patrick Thomas.  *sigh*  He makes my heart flutter.  Admit it....who is YOUR lustbucket?&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968303-112965774816277177?l=redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112965774816277177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968303&amp;postID=112965774816277177' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112965774816277177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112965774816277177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-new-lustbucket.html' title='My new lustbucket'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673479053161791515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/42668349_0291a28284.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968303.post-112963873139517484</id><published>2005-10-18T07:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T07:35:04.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sisterhood of the Dirtiest Pants</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/53705218/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/26/53705218_3df85b4fd0_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/53705218/"&gt;Proof that my daughter is a Tomboy&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/redsox/"&gt;Red Sox Bat Girl&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So, I went to pick Ibelle up at daycare yesterday and she was wearing windpants I didn't recognize.  Because I don't know all the clothes that Jeff has for her, and because she had just come from his house, I just assumed they were new.  They weren't.  They belonged to the boy her age at the daycare.  Why was she wearing someone else's pants?  Look to the right.  Yes.  Those were the pants she WAS wearing...covered in mud.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daycare provider said she just went gracefully into the mud and played for a bit....and when she saw her and the other girl (the boy wanted nothing to do with it) in the mud, she told them to get out...and Isabelle did...looking like a pig just coming out of the pen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now tell me she isn't a tomboy in the making...&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968303-112963873139517484?l=redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112963873139517484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968303&amp;postID=112963873139517484' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112963873139517484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112963873139517484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/2005/10/sisterhood-of-dirtiest-pants.html' title='Sisterhood of the Dirtiest Pants'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673479053161791515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/42668349_0291a28284.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968303.post-112959355188052966</id><published>2005-10-17T18:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T18:59:11.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhh.....that feels better</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/53539248/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/29/53539248_27311f9290_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/53539248/"&gt;brushing brushing&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/redsox/"&gt;Red Sox Bat Girl&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have my baby back with me for a week.  I feel alive again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't she adorable?!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, Pumpkin Carving and Making apple pie!!&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, Decorating her bedroom&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, State Museum&lt;br /&gt;Friday, Hanging out with Auntie Karen and Silas&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, Norlands Fall Festival (hot cider and pumpkin pie!)&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, Hanging out with Uncle Jason, Auntie Jen, and Cousin Avery.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun Filled week with my baby girl!!  More pictures to come!!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968303-112959355188052966?l=redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112959355188052966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968303&amp;postID=112959355188052966' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112959355188052966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112959355188052966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/2005/10/ahhhthat-feels-better.html' title='Ahhh.....that feels better'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673479053161791515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/42668349_0291a28284.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968303.post-112947991971844110</id><published>2005-10-16T11:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T11:25:19.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mental Note:</title><content type='html'>DO NOT watch Steel Magnolias on a rainy weekend when you haven't seen your daughter in a few days and you fought with your mom earlier in the week.  I repeat do NOT watch Steel Magnolias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should probably watch Crash with Sandra Bullock, Don Cheedle, and Branden Frasier. (that's now how you spell is name is it?)  It tackles racism at its worst.  GO rent it.  I mean it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968303-112947991971844110?l=redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112947991971844110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968303&amp;postID=112947991971844110' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112947991971844110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112947991971844110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/2005/10/mental-note.html' title='Mental Note:'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673479053161791515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/42668349_0291a28284.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968303.post-112941560698469598</id><published>2005-10-15T17:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T17:33:27.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing up...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/51192215/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/33/51192215_0b78a44804_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/51192215/"&gt;Amy and Megan&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/redsox/"&gt;Red Sox Bat Girl&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's so weird to be in social situations and be with my old students and now they are of drinking age and an adult.  EEK!  Does that mean I'm getting old?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was one of my original "girls" that I coached for 4 years or so.  She's now 22 and has a baby.  Wow.  Time sure does fly.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968303-112941560698469598?l=redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112941560698469598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968303&amp;postID=112941560698469598' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112941560698469598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112941560698469598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/2005/10/growing-up.html' title='Growing up...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673479053161791515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/42668349_0291a28284.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968303.post-112929471429092745</id><published>2005-10-14T07:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T07:58:34.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The best parents in the world!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/51180820/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/28/51180820_eb53685f64_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/51180820/"&gt;Mom and Dad sharing a smootch&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/redsox/"&gt;Red Sox Bat Girl&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Isn't this picture the cutest?  This past weekend was an enjoyable one for my parents (even if my dad did grumble about the music a bit at the end!)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year will be their 48th wedding anniversary (right?) and they love each other through ALL the stuff they have to endure: my dad's disease, my siblings and I's mess ups (especially mine) and all the other drama that occurs day to day.  My dad still looks at my mom like she is the most beautiful thing in the world and my mom still treats my dad like a king.  They are wonderful together.  I can only hope I find that type of love sometime in my lifetime.  And when I do....I'll know it...just like my mom and dad knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Mom and Dad!!!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968303-112929471429092745?l=redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112929471429092745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968303&amp;postID=112929471429092745' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112929471429092745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112929471429092745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/2005/10/best-parents-in-world.html' title='The best parents in the world!!!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673479053161791515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/42668349_0291a28284.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968303.post-112929386450000876</id><published>2005-10-14T07:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T07:44:26.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Well...if it's not the Red Sox....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/52394837/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/26/52394837_c0df3f7ce5_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/52394837/"&gt;The Astros&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/redsox/"&gt;Red Sox Bat Girl&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I know I should be cheering for the White Sox or another team...but I can't help but cheer for the Astros.  Last year, I found myself joining the Astros' fan club....mostly because my boyfriend plays for them but also because their team is made up of some classy players...with heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, during game 3, my boyfriend, Clemens will pitch.  Let's hope he's on top of his game...because even at his age, the top of his game is the best that you can see played in baseball today.  When he's at his best he is consistant and a threat that is literally unstoppable.  I'll be hoping for one of those games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have found myself loving Lance Berkman.  I remember watching the Home Run Derby two years ago and thinking how much I wanted to squeeze his cheeks.  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...if it can't be my boys...it will have to be my Plan B....my "other" boys.  The Houston Astros.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968303-112929386450000876?l=redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112929386450000876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968303&amp;postID=112929386450000876' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112929386450000876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112929386450000876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/2005/10/wellif-its-not-red-sox.html' title='Well...if it&apos;s not the Red Sox....'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673479053161791515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/42668349_0291a28284.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968303.post-112921600081519960</id><published>2005-10-13T10:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T10:06:41.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One more thing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/51182995/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/31/51182995_d6fd93cff6_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/51182995/"&gt;Amy and D&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/redsox/"&gt;Red Sox Bat Girl&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Classic quote from my dad:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I could put up with him..."  in reference to D after my mom and I were talking about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have NO idea how much that means to me.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968303-112921600081519960?l=redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112921600081519960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968303&amp;postID=112921600081519960' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112921600081519960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112921600081519960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/2005/10/one-more-thing.html' title='One more thing...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673479053161791515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/42668349_0291a28284.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968303.post-112912715147025741</id><published>2005-10-12T08:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T09:25:51.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;So how do you participate in Wednesday Wist? You take your ipod, winamp, windows media player, mp3 player, itunes player..whatever you use. Put it on shuffle. Grab the first 5 songs and write what that song makes you remember. If it's a new song...and you can't relate it to a memory....do you like it? Leave me a comment if you do it on your site and if you don't have a site, comment what you would leave if you did have one. Oh...and feel free to comment about my songs as well!!&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday Wist Mix:  October 12th &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1.  Roll With It - Ani DiFranco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;All I know is that those&lt;br /&gt;Who are going to be killed&lt;br /&gt;Aren't those who preside&lt;br /&gt;On Capitol Hill&lt;br /&gt;I told him,&lt;br /&gt;Don't fill the front lines of their war&lt;br /&gt;Those assholes aren't worth dying for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song reminds me of when I was living in Colorado with Mark.  He made fun of this song all the time, and at the time, the lyrics didn't mean THAT much to me...I just loved Ani.  Now, the lyrics seem to be timely....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2.  Good Life - Francis Dunnery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I'm not meant for you, and you're not meant for me&lt;br /&gt;Here's to our problems and here's to our fights&lt;br /&gt;Here's to our achings and here's to your having...&lt;br /&gt;A good life, from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is totally from my ex.  I didn't even know who Francis Dunnery was until I met Jeff.  He made me fall in love with this song and his other song, Too Much Saturn.  It seems weird that this is the song that most makes me reflective on my relationship with him.  I can't ever listen to it....I always press skip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;All I Really Want - Alanis Morissette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;And I am frightened by the corrupted ways of this land&lt;br /&gt;If only I could meet the maker&lt;br /&gt;And I’m fascinated by the spiritual man&lt;br /&gt;I am humbled by his humble nature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sophomore year in college, my &lt;a href="http://since11.blogspot.com"&gt;brother&lt;/a&gt; came home one weekend and said, "You should check out Alanis Morissette."  He let me listen to her cd while driving to Auburn and I LOVED it...especially the hidden track.  I brought it back to college and Jenny (my roommate that year) and I played it until we were singing it in our sleep.  It was "discovered" about 6 months later and we were like, "um..that's old school!"  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Where Would I Be - Cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;You want to be&lt;br /&gt;The only one&lt;br /&gt;If I knew you&lt;br /&gt;I would not run&lt;br /&gt;You have been cloudy&lt;br /&gt;Distant but dark&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of noah&lt;br /&gt;And the ark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't really listened a lot to this Cake song.  I do like Cake, started listening to them when my friend Aaron introduced me to them....but this song never was one of my favorites.  I like Never There, Let Me Go, Short Skirt/Long Jacket....ones like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Hollaback Girl - Gwen Stefani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I heard that you were talking shit&lt;br /&gt;And you didn't think that I would hear it&lt;br /&gt;People hear you talking like that, getting everybody fired up&lt;br /&gt;So I'm ready to attack, gonna lead the pack&lt;br /&gt;Gonna get a touchdown, gonna take you out&lt;br /&gt;That's right, put your pom-poms down, getting everybody fired up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song cracks me up.  I didn't even realize what the lyrics were until I just looked them up.  I had the jist of the song but didn't realize it was totally about a girlfight!!!  Anyway...this song doesn't remind me of wanting to punch a few girls out...it actually reminds me of when I was in Seattle sometime this summer and met D's exgirlfriend.  We were at a birthday gettogether of one of his friends (mutual friends with his ex) and I was placed, by D, into this group of girls who, A) did not know me B) didn't like me because I was their friend's ex's new girlfriend and C) didn't think I really fit in (I was coming from a sporting event and wasn't really dressed for a club)  It was horrible....at one point, this song came on and I found my way to the "guy circle" and talked about Tom Brady with one of D's bestfriends.  All the girls went on the dance floor and I finally could breath a sigh of relief.  I was with the people who accepted me more...as usual, a group of guys.  This song will always remind me of D's ex.  Weird huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There it is!!  Try it yourself!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968303-112912715147025741?l=redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112912715147025741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968303&amp;postID=112912715147025741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112912715147025741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112912715147025741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/2005/10/so-how-do-you-participate-in-wednesday.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673479053161791515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/42668349_0291a28284.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968303.post-112912398234527377</id><published>2005-10-12T08:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T08:38:54.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY JAIME!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/14182639/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/14/14182639_0135906c2f_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/14182639/"&gt;Jaime and Amy&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/redsox/"&gt;Red Sox Bat Girl&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Happy Birthday to you&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to you&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday dear Jaime...&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is to....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girl who I still share pet names with...&lt;br /&gt;the girl who let me sleep on the floor with bugs...&lt;br /&gt;the girl who thinks I'm the mix master and used to listen to every ounce of lyrics that I threw her way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/13554179/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/11/13554179_61b1c23610_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/13554179/"&gt;Birthday - 2004&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/redsox/"&gt;Red Sox Bat Girl&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;the girl who adores Michael Jordan even to this day...&lt;br /&gt;the girl who was my right hand man at the most distressing times of my life...&lt;br /&gt;the girl who treats my daughter like her own...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/13283207/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/11/13283207_775c4e16a9_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/13283207/"&gt;Birthday drunkeness&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/redsox/"&gt;Red Sox Bat Girl&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;the girl who is going to make the best mother in the world...and how could she not..she's already the best friend in the world...&lt;br /&gt;the girl who means the world to me...who never asks me to change...and who accepts me for everything I am and believes in everything I try to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Jaime.  Now and Always&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/13702309/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/11/13702309_32d7117056_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/13702309/"&gt;Girl's Night - Brunswick&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/redsox/"&gt;Red Sox Bat Girl&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968303-112912398234527377?l=redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112912398234527377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968303&amp;postID=112912398234527377' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112912398234527377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112912398234527377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/2005/10/happy-birthday-jaime.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY JAIME!!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673479053161791515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/42668349_0291a28284.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968303.post-112912369529788929</id><published>2005-10-12T08:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T08:28:15.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Most Shameful Crushes</title><content type='html'>Stolen from &lt;a href="http://www.veronicas.org/blog"&gt;Roni&lt;/a&gt; who stole it from &lt;a href="http://nini-blog.blogspot.com/2005/10/for-shame.html"&gt;Nini&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Most Shameful Crushes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Daryl Hall (From Hall and Oates)  -  As I look back on this man (he just turned 57 yesterday by the way) I think, UGH...but as a 5,6,7,8,9, and even 10 year old...I LUSTED as only a 3rd grader can...for Daryl Hall.  His lyrics were meant for ME!!  His music...for ME!!  I adored him...I mean..come on....he was a master of the music...right?    RIGHT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Nelson -  Yes.  The band.  The twin hair band to be more exact.  I had a poster of them up on my wall.  What was I thinking?!?!  They hardly even had a HIT?  (Can you really count After the Rain as a song?)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  John Ritter - My parents let us stay up twice a week and watch Three's Company.  I never could figure out as a child, why Janet and Chrissy didn't want to kiss him..he was just SO adorable...or so I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Tony Danza - I adored this man.  He played a hot italian maid.  Well...he did didn't he?  *sigh*  I had weird ass taste when I was little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Last but certainly not least:  David Hasselhoff.  I had plenty of dreams about him picking me up in Kit and us riding into the sunset.  Guys with big hair...my thing I guess :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You try it and let me know!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968303-112912369529788929?l=redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112912369529788929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968303&amp;postID=112912369529788929' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112912369529788929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112912369529788929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/2005/10/5-most-shameful-crushes.html' title='5 Most Shameful Crushes'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673479053161791515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/42668349_0291a28284.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968303.post-112903395956361870</id><published>2005-10-11T07:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T07:32:39.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful at any age...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/51193721/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/27/51193721_4eb8b21d3f_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/51193721/"&gt;Amy and her Mom!!!&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/redsox/"&gt;Red Sox Bat Girl&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Isn't my mom gorgeous?  Yeah.  She is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wedding we went to this weekend was performed by my mom.  It was a short and sweet ceremony but she was as incredible as ever.  I helped her pick out her outfit a few days before the wedding and she looked absolutely STUNNING in it.  This smile on her face in this picture is a true smile.  She was enjoying herself...my father had a very good night and she let loose...like she deserves to do but barely ever gets a chance to do.  Can't you just see it on her face?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents both got to get to know D a bit more this weekend.  My mom actually KISSED D on his lips.  She's a lip kisser...always has been.  It was cute to see D's reaction.  It made me giggle.  D and my mom talked for a bit at the beginning, he bought her a few drinks and at the end of the night, when I wanted to dance with my dad, D danced with my mom.  It was good to see my parents accept him and treat him like one of their own.  My dad even hung out with him and didn't seem to forget him, even the next morning when we took him out for breakfast.  He chatted with D, told him that "I have Alzheimers so I get away with a lot!"  They talked over sausage gravy and coffee and it turned out a lot better than even I expected.  It's been awhile since I've hung out with  my parents in a social setting and my dad's good mood was just wonderful to see.  I've gotten so much closer to my parents in the past year....and I wouldn't trade that for the world.  My mom isn't the only one extremely happy in this picture.  This was one of the best weekends I've ever had!!!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968303-112903395956361870?l=redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112903395956361870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968303&amp;postID=112903395956361870' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112903395956361870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112903395956361870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/2005/10/beautiful-at-any-age.html' title='Beautiful at any age...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673479053161791515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/42668349_0291a28284.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968303.post-112895688921544104</id><published>2005-10-10T10:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T10:08:09.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All grown up!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/51196541/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/31/51196541_0b6e2ca903_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/51196541/"&gt;Amy and Brad (the Groom) (My little cousin)&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/redsox/"&gt;Red Sox Bat Girl&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is my little cousin Brad at his wedding.  It still makes me all teary eyed to see him and the mature, responsible, amazingly kind hearted man he's grown up to be.  Between watching him play sports, babysitting him, or helping him with school work...I've always felt close to him.  In the past few years we've fallen out of touch but it was all rekindled on his special day.  This boy is taken though girls....so you're out of LUCK!!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pictures yet to come....when I recover from the weekend :)&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968303-112895688921544104?l=redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112895688921544104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968303&amp;postID=112895688921544104' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112895688921544104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112895688921544104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/2005/10/all-grown-up.html' title='All grown up!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673479053161791515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/42668349_0291a28284.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968303.post-112893914769503580</id><published>2005-10-10T05:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T05:12:31.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="audblog"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.audioblogger.com/media/81198/252772.mp3" class="audLink"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioblogger.com/media/images/audioblogger.gif" class="audImg"border="0" alt="this is an audio post - click to play" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968303-112893914769503580?l=redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112893914769503580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968303&amp;postID=112893914769503580' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112893914769503580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112893914769503580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/2005/10/this-is-audio-post-click-to-play_10.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673479053161791515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/42668349_0291a28284.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968303.post-112861207912369787</id><published>2005-10-06T10:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T10:31:35.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday Wist (a day late)  :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;So how do you participate in Wednesday Wist? You take your ipod, winamp, windows media player, mp3 player, itunes player..whatever you use. Put it on shuffle. Grab the first 5 songs and write what that song makes you remember. If it's a new song...and you can't relate it to a memory....do you like it? Leave me a comment if you do it on your site and if you don't have a site, comment what you would leave if you did have one. Oh...and feel free to comment about my songs as well!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Wednesday Wist Mix: A day late :) October 6, 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into the Divine - Skip Peri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I know there's a hole in your life&lt;br /&gt;That bleeds with every breath&lt;br /&gt;But I miss you more everyday&lt;br /&gt;and that I can't dismiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song just sums up &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/48271635/"&gt;D&lt;/a&gt; and I.  He puts this in his cd changer in his car and it was inevitable that the day I'm leaving it gets put in.  Skip Peri is such an incredible songwriter.  His whole entire album, Naked really suits where my life is right now.  If you get a chance to check him out, you can get his cds on &lt;a href="http://www.cdbaby.com"&gt;CDbaby.com&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com"&gt;Amazon&lt;/a&gt;.  You can download him on itunes, I know that for sure.  He now plays in a band called &lt;a href="http://www.shimmerrock.com"&gt;Shimmer&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Killin' Kind - Shelby Lynne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The best thing in my life&lt;br /&gt;It's just luck I get to love you&lt;br /&gt;You're the one thing that's right&lt;br /&gt;You're the light in my hell, darlin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is from the Bridget Jones' Diary Soundtrack.  I don't really care for it all that much but every once in awhile it will play over my ipod and I find myself crooning to it.  No memories really associated.  Looking at the lyrics it's pretty well...pathetic ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart of Stone  - Bailey and the Boys &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Stone, wish I had a heart of stone,&lt;br /&gt;Then it wouldn't hurt so bad,&lt;br /&gt;Being alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song came out in 1989 when I was in 7th grade.  My parents listened to country and so by default, I knew a lot of the songs.  The more I listen to it however, I realize that it really wasn't very "country" at all...more like an easy listening sound to it.  Depressing as all get out...but I think that's what country music in the 80's and 90's was for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mt. Washington -  Beth Orton &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;And nobody can keep you from the one you know you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ex loved Beth Orton.  There was this one song that he would make me "get ready for it" ...this one part that Beth sings all sharp like...and he'd rewind it if he could and have her do it again.  We saw her in concert and actually that was when I started to enjoy her music.  She's definitely different....almost annoying in some aspects...but different.  Mt. Washington itself reminds me of when I just bought my car in 1999 and my ex convinced me to drive it up Mt. Washington in NH.  The road that winds up the mountain is SOOOOOOOOOO scary and I was trying to hold myself together when he says, "Huh, I wonder how many people have died driving up here?"  I completely lost my shit and had to pull over because I was crying so hard.  Yeah....memories ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jump Around - House of Pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Try'n to play me out like as if my name was Sega&lt;br /&gt;But I ain't going out like no punk bitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My guy friends in college, in their drunken stupor would tell me to sing this to them...they thought it was cute and charming.  :) I did know this entire cd by HEART.  My brother went to college in Idaho and while there got REALLY into House of Pain.  He brought home the tape AND a tape with no words just the music and beat behind it.  He used to go into the den and make me go with him and teach it to me.  I still love this cd.  This song was a bit overplayed on the radio but the rest of the cd...I can still "lay the smack down" with it :)  Yeah, I'm lame but at least I admit it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There ya go!!  Join in on the fun!!  Who cares if it's Thursday!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968303-112861207912369787?l=redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112861207912369787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968303&amp;postID=112861207912369787' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112861207912369787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112861207912369787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/2005/10/wednesday-wist-day-late.html' title='Wednesday Wist (a day late)  :)'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673479053161791515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/42668349_0291a28284.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968303.post-112860114716755240</id><published>2005-10-06T07:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T07:54:09.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is this happy girl?!?  Oh it's me it's me!  :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/49809802/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/32/49809802_8c8372c2cc_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/49809802/"&gt;Check out those shoes!!!&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/redsox/"&gt;Red Sox Bat Girl&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have Nikka Costa's song in my head.  It's called Till I Get to You.  I've talked about it on here before..it's so upbeat and catchy.  I HAVE to put the lyrics on here...it reads as being corny..but its really good!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Till I Get To You"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lover A was absolutely alright&lt;br /&gt;But my lover B would bump my tunes in his ride&lt;br /&gt;Then my lover C caught me in the cookie jar&lt;br /&gt;'Cause my lover D was too delicious to deny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lover E was extraordinary and my one regret&lt;br /&gt;But my lover F was just too freaky to forget&lt;br /&gt;My lover G was touch and go for a good while&lt;br /&gt;But my lover H was proof that I haven't found you yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just a matter of time till I get to you&lt;br /&gt;No matter how many I gotta get through&lt;br /&gt;It's just a matter of time till I get to you&lt;br /&gt;Just a matter of time till I get to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I gotta say I was jonesin' for my lover J&lt;br /&gt;But my jelly was too sweet for him&lt;br /&gt;And jealousy got in the way&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say my lover K was kicked to the curb&lt;br /&gt;And my lovers LMNOP have all become a blurb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lover Q was quite qualified&lt;br /&gt;But my lover R was ready to rush me out of his life&lt;br /&gt;My lover S was so busy spreading his seed&lt;br /&gt;That I took to tearing it up with my lover T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just a matter of time till I get to you&lt;br /&gt;No matter how many I gotta get through&lt;br /&gt;It's just a matter of time till I get to you&lt;br /&gt;Just a matter of time till I get to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel like singing&lt;br /&gt;Lalalalala&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel like singing&lt;br /&gt;Lalalalala&lt;br /&gt;And I don't need no reason&lt;br /&gt;Now that I got U in my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two more days until the weekend!!  Woohooo!!  I'll try to do my Wednesday Wist tomorrow!!!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOOH new note:  I just won movie tickets on Blingo.  (I opted for the 10 dollar Itunes Gift Certificate instead!!)  I totally didn't believe that I'd win but LOOK AT ME!!!!  Join up under me and we'll win together!!  At the bottom of my website is a blingo button.  Click on it and do it :)   &lt;a href="http://www.twodolla.org"&gt;Wendy&lt;/a&gt; got a movie ticket because of me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968303-112860114716755240?l=redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112860114716755240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968303&amp;postID=112860114716755240' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112860114716755240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112860114716755240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/2005/10/who-is-this-happy-girl-oh-its-me-its.html' title='Who is this happy girl?!?  Oh it&apos;s me it&apos;s me!  :)'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673479053161791515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/42668349_0291a28284.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968303.post-112853466714237977</id><published>2005-10-05T12:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T12:51:07.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sox vs. The Evil Empire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://sports.yahoo.com/mlb/news?slug=dw-soxyanks100405&amp;prov=yhoo&amp;type=lgns"&gt;Great article over the famous rivalry and how it doesn't grow old here :) &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968303-112853466714237977?l=redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112853466714237977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968303&amp;postID=112853466714237977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112853466714237977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112853466714237977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/2005/10/sox-vs-evil-empire.html' title='Sox vs. The Evil Empire'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673479053161791515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/42668349_0291a28284.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968303.post-112852195361234810</id><published>2005-10-05T09:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T12:00:58.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Fall" down..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/49642815/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/32/49642815_f176a803c6_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/49642815/"&gt;Mariner's Girl&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/redsox/"&gt;Red Sox Bat Girl&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I love fall..have I mentioned that?  Isabelle finally can start wearing her cute fleece outfits and we can go outside and crunch in the leaves.  She's so fascinated by the outside and I love it.  When she was a baby she was such a woose.  She never even liked to touch the grass in the summer!  Now she (unfortunately) will pick up EVERYTHING on the ground.  I have to always say..."No Isabelle...yucky..gross"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did witness her killing a cricket yesterday.  She asked to go over and see it in her daycare's driveway...so I brought her over...telling her quietly that it was a cricket and that if she watched he'd jump.  And then she stomped on it.  Like literally, crushed it with her foot.  I was SHOCKED....I guess I didn't think that I'd have to explain death so soon!!  I told her, "Um..isabelle...don't do that!!  That cricket was a nice cricket..he lives out here!!"  She said, "spiders yucky!"  And I realized immediately that the fear of spiders is genetic...totally genetic and that she associates spiders with other bugs.  IT still shocked me to see her cold precision while she stomped on the cricket but it makes MUCH more sense.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I am going to be at my little cousin's wedding.  God, it seems like yesterday that I was babysitting him or watching him play pee-wee football.  He's getting MARRIED!!  I can't believe it.  It's my dad's 69th birthday this weekend too! I am planning on taking him and my mom out for breakfast the morning of (its the night after the wedding) and I'm sure that I'll be giving him some really "bad for him" chocolate and candy :)  He's sooo skinny ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's my daily scoop!!!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968303-112852195361234810?l=redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112852195361234810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968303&amp;postID=112852195361234810' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112852195361234810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112852195361234810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/2005/10/fall-down.html' title='&quot;Fall&quot; down..'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673479053161791515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/42668349_0291a28284.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968303.post-112842843391443896</id><published>2005-10-04T07:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T12:34:29.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>48 hours</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/49318667/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/32/49318667_873db8fc49_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/49318667/"&gt;Aren't I a pretty girl?&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/redsox/"&gt;Red Sox Bat Girl&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What I have learned in the past 48 hours:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Ladders are heavy.  I was helping a friend load ladders into his truck and one came down so that my head was in between two rungs.  This was one of those heavy duty industrial ladders...it caught me above my left eyebrow and on the back of my neck on top of my spine.  OUCH is right.  I think that the mild concussion from that made me a bit loopy when I met with parents yesterday :) But oh well..:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  My two best guy friends are probably the most bluntly honest with me even when I don't want them to be.  I can call them up completely miserable and by the time I'm done talking to them on the phone, they've made me realize that there are some things in life you can't change and you have to roll with the punches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  This beautiful girl to the right is absolutely amazing.  We went apple picking last night, which of course I forgot to bring my camera to (maybe we'll do it again soon) and she got to pick from the lower branches.  She LOVED it.  Any sacrifice I make for her is completely worth it.  Her happiness overrules my needs....I'm the luckiest mom in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I can't change locations.  I can't move Seattle closer to Maine.  So what do I do?  I completely enjoy the moments I get when I get them.  I realize that my daughter's happiness and her stability take precedence over me being with a man I adore.  The wonderful thing about this....D is by far the most understanding person I know.  His first priority is my well-being and my commitment to my daughter.  And in him, I have the best friend a girl could ask for.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  I am upset about my ex husband and his new girlfriend seeing each other.  I never said that my reaction was fair or justified. It's how I feel. I have learned in the past 48 hours that I am much stronger than I thought I'd be....and that as long as my focus is on the well-being of my daughter and my stability in my surroundings, I will be fine.  What happens in my ex's life has no bearing upon mine except in the life of my daughter.  Keeping that in mind gives me some peace.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  My mom makes a mean meatloaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Just when I least expect it, I find some other reason for me to be happy.  The person I was before I got divorced and the person I am now are two different people.  I'm doing things now that I never did before because I was either under the impression I couldn't do it or I was made to feel like I couldn't.  Breaking free of that and of the overwhelming feeling that I will never be good enough is absolutely...well....in lack of a better word....a relief.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  &lt;a href="http://veronicas.org/blog"&gt;Roni&lt;/a&gt; and I are destined to see each other.  And Ella and Isabelle are going to tear up the windy city!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  I love my job.  I love waking up every morning and knowing that I am doing what I was always meant to do.  And I'm good at it.  Bonus for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  I am loved.  No matter what...I am loved.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968303-112842843391443896?l=redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112842843391443896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968303&amp;postID=112842843391443896' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112842843391443896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112842843391443896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/2005/10/48-hours.html' title='48 hours'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673479053161791515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/42668349_0291a28284.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968303.post-112834993184156964</id><published>2005-10-03T08:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T09:32:11.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not too shabby?!?</title><content type='html'>My all boys except me Money Fantasy Baseball - Not too bad for a girl that was heckled throughout the draft process!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it will pay for itself!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall Standings&lt;br /&gt;Rank Team Batting Pitching Total Dif Behind&lt;br /&gt;1 Bad News Bears 43.0 31.0 74.0 2.0 0.0&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 GirlsWithBalls 39.0 27.0 66.0 2.5 8.0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Steroid Monkeys 25.0 40.5 65.5 0.5 8.5&lt;br /&gt;4 West Gardiner  34.5 26.0 60.5 1.5 13.5&lt;br /&gt;5 Baby Ruths 24.0 35.5 59.5 0.5 14.5&lt;br /&gt;6 Six-Four-Three 23.0 30.0 53.0 -3.0 21.0&lt;br /&gt;7 Sleeper Squad 27.0 22.0 49.0 -6.0 25.0&lt;br /&gt;8 NephewsOfSamHor 30.5 16.5 47.0 2.5 27.0&lt;br /&gt;9 Colonel's Crew 12.0 27.0 39.0 3.0 35.0&lt;br /&gt;10 Aetna Aces 17.0 19.5 36.5 -3.5 37.5&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968303-112834993184156964?l=redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112834993184156964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968303&amp;postID=112834993184156964' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112834993184156964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112834993184156964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/2005/10/not-too-shabby.html' title='Not too shabby?!?'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673479053161791515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/42668349_0291a28284.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968303.post-112826793971263799</id><published>2005-10-02T10:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T10:45:39.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="audblog"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.audioblogger.com/media/81198/249328.mp3" class="audLink"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioblogger.com/media/images/audioblogger.gif" class="audImg"border="0" alt="this is an audio post - 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I am very lucky to have D there to help me with my swing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D flies in in less than a week to go to my little cousin's wedding with me.  We're going to stay on the beach (He is from the Pacific) and I'm going to show him all of the sites.  It's so nice to have company where things are new.  You get to go to all of the places you love and share that with someone else.  I'm also going to bring him to the Old Port for one of the nights.  I figure that he might as well experience what I've been explaining to him.  Seattle nightlife is way different than Maine nightlife!  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this time of year and I love the fact that in 2 days, I'll have Isabelle again!!!  I have a fun filled few days with her!!  I am going to take her apple picking one afternoon and we're going to the Museum another one.  I love the way her eyes light up when she sees something new...and taking the time to explain things to her (in 2 year old speak) is something I enjoy more and more everyday.  I think it's even time for me to make my no-so-famous sweet chili :) The weather is getting a bit chillier and I LOVE it...I just wish it would skip winter!!  No such luck!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the next week and then weekend (when D is here) I won't be around much but I'll try to keep you updated!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note:  Thanks Roni and Cinnamon for your part in Wednesday Wist..let's do it again this week!!!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968303-112817693626454744?l=redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112817693626454744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968303&amp;postID=112817693626454744' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112817693626454744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112817693626454744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/2005/10/one-more-week.html' title='One more week'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673479053161791515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/42668349_0291a28284.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968303.post-112813199577393336</id><published>2005-09-30T20:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T20:59:55.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow.</title><content type='html'>If I hear, "things happen for a reason" one more time, I am going to scream.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is my weekend so far...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grrrrr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968303-112813199577393336?l=redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112813199577393336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968303&amp;postID=112813199577393336' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112813199577393336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112813199577393336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/2005/09/wow.html' title='Wow.'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673479053161791515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/42668349_0291a28284.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968303.post-112790636945239108</id><published>2005-09-28T06:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T06:19:29.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday Wist</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;So how do you participate in Wednesday Wist?  You take your ipod, winamp, windows media player, mp3 player, itunes player..whatever you use.  Put it on shuffle.  Grab the first 5 songs and write what that song makes you remember.  If it's a new song...and you can't relate it to a memory....do you like it?  Leave me a comment if you do it on your site and if you don't have a site, comment what you would leave if you did have one.  Oh...and feel free to comment about my songs as well!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday Wist Mix:  September 28th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hero - Foo Fighters - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Truth or consequence, say it aloud&lt;br /&gt;Use that evidence, race it around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song doesn't necessarily bring up any memories for me except that its one of D's favorite songs.  It's one of those movie songs that tend to get over played by radio stations that don't usually play Foo Fighters anyway.  I can remember driving to the Ferry Station that would take us to San Juan Islands and this song being put on.  D made the comment that it was a "movie song" but that he didn't care...he loved it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Livin' On the Edge - Aerosmith - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;If you can judge a wise man&lt;br /&gt;By the color of his skin&lt;br /&gt;Then mister, you're a better man than I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This came out in 1993 (or around there)  I was a junior in high school and I remember thinking this was one of those songs that defined the country I lived in.  It seems that I thought it was more political then it probably was at the time.  Driving around in my dad's 1989 Nissan pick up truck....which I named Betsy...listening to this song cranked (if you could crank that radio) as loud as it would go...*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barenaked Ladies - Jane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;She made me feel I was fourteen again&lt;br /&gt;That's why she thinks it's cooler if we'd just stay friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song reminds me of Jeff.  When we first met in 1998, we listened to BNL because they were all the rage, even though he'd say that he listened to them before, and he probably did, he's a really really good picker of the music.  I can remember sitting in his apartment in Ellsworth, on the floor (because he didn't have furniture) listening to BNL while sitting on a blanket to cushion our butt.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind These Hazel Eyes - Kelly Clarkson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Now all that’s left of me&lt;br /&gt;Is what I pretend to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These Kelly Clarkson songs all came out right around the time that Jeff and I split up.  They were the ones I'd listen to for about one minute then turn off before I bawled my eyes out.  That's just about the only memory attached to this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George Michael - Faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Well I guess it would be nice&lt;br /&gt;If I could touch your body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My memory behind this song is that EVERY girl I ever hung out with when it was released thought it was REALLY cool (and this includes me) to sing that part of the lyrics REALLY loud....it was so cool to be sexual :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try it...you'll like it!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968303-112790636945239108?l=redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112790636945239108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968303&amp;postID=112790636945239108' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112790636945239108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112790636945239108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/2005/09/wednesday-wist.html' title='Wednesday Wist'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673479053161791515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/42668349_0291a28284.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968303.post-112783347080973617</id><published>2005-09-27T10:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T10:04:30.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NFL?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/45035981/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/25/45035981_e9ac3ebfbd_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/45035981/"&gt;Seahawks Stadium&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/redsox/"&gt;Red Sox Bat Girl&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My friend Tom says the NFL is really going down the tubes!  What do you think?  Do you think the NFL is reaching the NBA's rank of "it's all about me?"  I mean, you have to expect pro athletes to be full of themselves...but do you think the NFL is more so than usual?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that there is nothing like a Pro Football game live.  Thank you D!!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968303-112783347080973617?l=redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112783347080973617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968303&amp;postID=112783347080973617' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112783347080973617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112783347080973617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/2005/09/nfl.html' title='NFL?'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673479053161791515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/42668349_0291a28284.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968303.post-112782448385974854</id><published>2005-09-27T07:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T07:34:43.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pickem Week 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/47099355/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/33/47099355_72c6a75743_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/47099355/"&gt;Pickem Week 3&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/redsox/"&gt;Red Sox Bat Girl&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oh yeah.  Back at the top.  This is actually before Jevon and I picked KC over Denver...so we're still on top but I think Tom and his Futbal Follies are one closer to us!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah..I kick butt!!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968303-112782448385974854?l=redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112782448385974854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968303&amp;postID=112782448385974854' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112782448385974854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112782448385974854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/2005/09/pickem-week-3.html' title='Pickem Week 3'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673479053161791515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/42668349_0291a28284.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968303.post-112774802156509636</id><published>2005-09-26T10:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T10:20:28.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Papa and Isabelle - True Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/46785585/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/33/46785585_3d32984ca3_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/46785585/"&gt;Papa and Isabelle - True Love&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/redsox/"&gt;Red Sox Bat Girl&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This weekend, my parents and I took Isabelle to two fairs. The first was our county fair and we went on a few rides, brought her to see all the animals and fed her fair food :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second fair was what some refer to as the "Hippie" fair.  It is called the Common Ground Fair and is just full of natural foods, great environmental displays and some good crafts and goodies tents.  Isabelle loved the animals there and was pretty well behaved throughout the whole day.  This picture was taken when we were trying to get her interested in the Dog Herding demonstration that was going on.  She wasn't very good at the sitting still part.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture captures the very essence of why I'm so glad I live close to my parents.  Isabelle ADORES her Papa and Grammy....in this picture it is obvious...and it makes my heart hurt to look at it.....but beautiful...don't you think?&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968303-112774802156509636?l=redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112774802156509636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968303&amp;postID=112774802156509636' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112774802156509636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112774802156509636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/2005/09/papa-and-isabelle-true-love.html' title='Papa and Isabelle - True Love'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673479053161791515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/42668349_0291a28284.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968303.post-112774448404804370</id><published>2005-09-26T09:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T09:26:52.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Survivor Addict...again</title><content type='html'>I'm not very impressed with the boys on Survivor.  There isn't one that is eye candy...while the girls are pretty much all lookers.  So instead of me lusting after one of the boys this season...I'll be cheering for Stephenie.  She is by far one of the stronger, stable women that I've seen on the show.  I know I know..it's a damn reality television series...but it's my guilty pleasure.  My Tivo knows it well :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are you cheering for?  And don't you just LOVE the NFL take on the whole thing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968303-112774448404804370?l=redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112774448404804370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968303&amp;postID=112774448404804370' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112774448404804370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112774448404804370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/2005/09/survivor-addictagain.html' title='Survivor Addict...again'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673479053161791515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/42668349_0291a28284.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968303.post-112758729462007514</id><published>2005-09-24T13:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T13:44:41.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cyber anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.cyborgname.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.cyborgname.com/webimages/riona-AMES.png"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put Amy first but it was Artificial Mechanical Youth.  That sounded MUCH more boring thatn a machine engineered for sabotage!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968303-112758729462007514?l=redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112758729462007514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968303&amp;postID=112758729462007514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112758729462007514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112758729462007514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/2005/09/cyber-anyone.html' title='Cyber anyone?'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673479053161791515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/42668349_0291a28284.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968303.post-112749001818856121</id><published>2005-09-23T10:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T10:41:30.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stolen from Roni</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/roniweb/42747883/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/27/42747883_43534922fc_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/roniweb/42747883/"&gt;boondocks&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/roniweb/"&gt;roniweb&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I found this on &lt;a href="http://www.veronicas.org/blog"&gt;Roni&lt;/a&gt;'s flickr...I couldn't pass it up!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968303-112749001818856121?l=redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112749001818856121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968303&amp;postID=112749001818856121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112749001818856121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112749001818856121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/2005/09/stolen-from-roni.html' title='Stolen from Roni'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673479053161791515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/42668349_0291a28284.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968303.post-112747858354922972</id><published>2005-09-23T07:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T07:29:43.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Satan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/28077251/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/22/28077251_b00ba07971_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/28077251/"&gt;Diva?  OR just damn cute?&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/redsox/"&gt;Red Sox Bat Girl&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You see this little girl?  Yes.  She looks cute...she looks sweet...but inside...on days like this...she is Satan himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, her sleeping pattern was not on.  She's always such a good sleeper...but alas..not last night.  And to make things worse...this morning...she was SATAN.  She just wanted to cry and scream and whine.  I'm hoping that by the time I get out of work she'll have worked it all out of her system.  I really really really hope so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Jaime....it happens to the best of children :)&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968303-112747858354922972?l=redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112747858354922972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968303&amp;postID=112747858354922972' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112747858354922972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112747858354922972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/2005/09/satan.html' title='Satan'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673479053161791515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/42668349_0291a28284.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968303.post-112740343536194287</id><published>2005-09-22T10:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T10:41:54.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Self-pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/45028651/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/30/45028651_faf7f5ea4f_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/45028651/"&gt;Neil's arm is longer :)&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/redsox/"&gt;Red Sox Bat Girl&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/45028650/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/26/45028650_824a79679f_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/45028650/"&gt;My attempt at a self shot of Neil and I&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/redsox/"&gt;Red Sox Bat Girl&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;  &lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/45035978/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/24/45035978_5677216594_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/45035978/"&gt;Jevon and Amy&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/redsox/"&gt;Red Sox Bat Girl&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;  &lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/45035974/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/32/45035974_92d014a07e_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/45035974/"&gt;D and Amy&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/redsox/"&gt;Red Sox Bat Girl&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;I'm not a huge fan of the "I'm taking my own picture thing"...I've always thought that people who are obsessed with stretching out their arms and taking their own picture (or doing the mirror thing) have been a bit vain..or at least a bit odd. But if you give me a camera with friends...I am the long armed overdoer. I took so many pics this past weekend. People were actually like..."Cmon Aim...whenever you take pictures...you cut off half of their face" Neil did this picture for me...because he has longer arms. I just thought I'd add on some of the other ones...so you can see how they can go wrong :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you...drive thru!!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968303-112740343536194287?l=redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112740343536194287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968303&amp;postID=112740343536194287' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112740343536194287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112740343536194287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/2005/09/self-pics_22.html' title='Self-pics'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673479053161791515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/42668349_0291a28284.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968303.post-112739390707564976</id><published>2005-09-22T07:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T08:24:39.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing up...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/39525013/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/32/39525013_1a8a425b88_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/39525013/"&gt;Looking at the Raccoons&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/redsox/"&gt;Red Sox Bat Girl&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I just got done reading Jaime's post on &lt;a href="http://basketballwidow.blogspot.com"&gt;her blog &lt;/a&gt;about how she can't discipline her dog because he's so cute.  It reminds me of when I used to watch Pam hide her face so Alex couldn't see when Pam was laughing at her.  I do the same thing with Isabelle.  I mean LOOK at her.  She's adorable.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I had put her in time out because she wasn't listening to me.  She turned around to me and said, "Mama, can you spank me?"  I had to turn my head because I was laughing so loud.  I have swatted her butt maybe twice since she's been alive and never hard enough to do anything but hurt her pride.  She was just basically telling me, "I'd prefer to get this over with than have to stand in this corner..."  So much for my discipline style.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, with all of these people I know being pregnant or having small children...it's great to be able to read how they are dealing with the same problems I am.  I'm really lucky in the fact that I have an incredibly low maintenance child.  She's sweet and loving...she can be hard headed but never over the top....she sleeps like a dream...she likes my music and my singing...I'm so incredibly lucky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend &lt;a href="http://www.veronicas.org/blog"&gt;Roni&lt;/a&gt; and her little girl Ella are my mirror....I love watching Ella grow up and do and say the same things as Isabelle does....I can't wait for them to start being pen/computer pals :) They are sure going to be some trouble twins though...I can FEEL it.  "Mommy, can Ella fly over and play?"  ;)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*  Well, this was my post about my little girl...I'm taking her to the fair this weekend if weather permits.  I love time with her.  It makes my life so much better.....thank you isabelle-belle.  I love you!!!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968303-112739390707564976?l=redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112739390707564976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968303&amp;postID=112739390707564976' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112739390707564976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112739390707564976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/2005/09/growing-up.html' title='Growing up...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673479053161791515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/42668349_0291a28284.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968303.post-112731548766717509</id><published>2005-09-21T10:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T10:27:10.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/45028652/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/33/45028652_ef9e68804e_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/45028652/"&gt;April and Ames&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/redsox/"&gt;Red Sox Bat Girl&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In the past few months I've had the greatest opportunity to meet new people and experience new things.  Obviously one of these people is my roommate Carrie.  She's one of those people who truly inspires me.  She doesn't let me wallow or attach myself to her hip...but she allows me to be myself...to feel what I feel when I feel it...and she validates me.  She plays a mean game of cribbage, she truly loves my daughter, she has allowed me to take over what once was just her home and make it into a kid friendly, sometimes overly emotional place....she's just incredible.  I am SO incredibly lucky to have refound her.  And I'm a MUCH better person and definitely a funnier person when she is around!!&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/45327909/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/27/45327909_ba3156192c_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/45327909/"&gt;The Roommate&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/redsox/"&gt;Red Sox Bat Girl&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course there is Jaime....she's been my bestfriend since I can't remember when...and now the best thing in her life is happening (other than meeting shawn *ahem*) - She's PREGNANT.  The best thing about Jaime is her consistancy.  She's always been Jaime...her faults and her strengths are all admired by me...I love her complaining..it always makes me laugh and she has such a wit about her that completely shows through.  She's sarcastic...she has the WORST singing voice around but still belts out in the car with me....she loves to entertain...she's really loyal to her friends...and she continues to love me...through everything...even when I try to push her away...she just accepts me for me..never asking me to change...never expecting me to.  And when i do change, she goes with the flow.  I love her for that.  And I can't wait to love that baby in her belly :) Her love of my daughter is incredible and I can tell just by her actions with all of the kids in her life that she is going to be the most incredible mother.&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74082133@N00/30295602/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/22/30295602_b2c15f748b_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74082133@N00/30295602/"&gt;Picture_3795&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/74082133@N00/"&gt;Jaimemjfan&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is my sister, Karen.  Karen and I are a generation apart.  She graduated from high school when I finished Kindergarten.  We go in phases...sometimes being in contact all the time and other times letting the distance between us work against us.  I guess the best thing about my relationship with my sister is that I can always come "home."  She is the shoulder on which I rely on...she'll let me cry, scream, be bitchy....anything...she lets me be myself and never makes snide comments about how "I am."  She loves me....she will always love me...not only are we blood...but we're fantastic together....I get her.  I don't tell her enough how much I love her.  But I do...she's the one true stable love of my life...we havent' broke up and never will.  &lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/45329727/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/25/45329727_202bb31b5f_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/45329727/"&gt;Karen&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/redsox/"&gt;Red Sox Bat Girl&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my new found friends in Seattle.....not only do they make me totally comfortable...but they love me for me...they think I'm fun and sometimes funny...and I feel amazingly at ease with them.  That's April over there with me...don't we look pretty?&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968303-112731548766717509?l=redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112731548766717509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968303&amp;postID=112731548766717509' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112731548766717509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112731548766717509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/2005/09/friends.html' title='Friends...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673479053161791515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/42668349_0291a28284.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968303.post-112722033288816173</id><published>2005-09-20T07:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T07:45:32.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you</title><content type='html'>I love travelling.  I think it all started when i was a young girl and my parents took us everywhere with them.  Not only all over Maine but there were vacation trips to Washington D.C., Virginia, Florida and even a cross country trip to Idaho where we stopped at every historical and natural wonder there was.  I didn't get onto a real plane until I was a senior in high school when my parents splurged and sent me on a trip to Florida with a handful of friends.  All of our trips were by car.  I think that's why i enjoy riding in a car so much...even driving.  All of the travelling memory trips got me thinking about just how lucky I am to have the parents I do.  Growing up, I never wanted for anything.  My parents didn't spoil us, but we were always taken care of.  I was never hungry...I was never turned down for school trips nor was I ever turned down for new school clothes in the fall.  My parents DID stuff with us.  They took us to the Museums in Boston, they went to EVERY SINGLE ONE of my sporting events.  They never missed a play, a field hockey game, a church celebration, a special occasion..NOTHING.  Yes, I didn't have big birthday parties and I think I had someone spend the night once (my parents were very weird about me having friends overnight) but I never wanted for anything.  They trusted me enough to let me go out when i was in high school....they supported my career choice when I applied for colleges..my mom took care of all of my finances as far as college went...and they watched me struggle and make mistakes and never ONCE said to me, "Amy we're disappointed in you."  I will always respect them and idolize them for that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even with the separation and divorce, I never once felt any sort of "Oh Amy, we wish you would have done differently..."  They have supported me and now they support my daughter.  I see her eyes light up when they are near or I mention their names.  I see my father's impatience grow into terms of endearment (even if it is  sometimes "dummy.."  I can't remember one child of my family who wasn't called dummy as a way for him to show he loved them).  I see the way my daughter's eyes dance when she sees her Papa and kisses him.  I see the way she listens intently to my mother as my mom tells her stories like she used to tell me.  I am the luckiest woman on earth to have been raised and continue to be molded by these two wonderful people.  I have made mistakes in my life that have had consequences that I can't emotionally recover from...but all I have to do is look at my parents and see their love for me and I know I'll be ok....Thank you Mom and Dad.  I love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968303-112722033288816173?l=redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112722033288816173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968303&amp;postID=112722033288816173' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112722033288816173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112722033288816173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/2005/09/thank-you.html' title='Thank you'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673479053161791515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/42668349_0291a28284.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968303.post-112687525605382324</id><published>2005-09-16T07:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T07:54:16.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Race Walker?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/43245733/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/25/43245733_c061048417_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/43245733/"&gt;Race Walker?&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/redsox/"&gt;Red Sox Bat Girl&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Just a cute little post to round up my week.  I will be back in force on Monday!!  Enjoy the weekend!!!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968303-112687525605382324?l=redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112687525605382324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968303&amp;postID=112687525605382324' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112687525605382324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112687525605382324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/2005/09/race-walker.html' title='Race Walker?'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673479053161791515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/42668349_0291a28284.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968303.post-112681633635447379</id><published>2005-09-15T15:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T15:32:16.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a few more things....</title><content type='html'>1.  I LOVE radio dj's.  I mean....it's something about their voice I think.  I just befriended one on a local classic station and it's weird talking to him in regular "speak" because I know that he's the voice "behind the music."  Every once in awhile I make him use his radio voice...which secretly I know he loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I ran into an old flame today.  Yup..my 6th grade love.  He was a popular, tan, athletic kid who kicked ass at baseball (yeah, I know...surprise surprise...)  I was actually crushing on a kid that was in the 8th grade and he didn't even know I was ALIVE...so it was the last dance of our 6th grade year and I had just found out that Rusty did NOT want to dance with me (rusty = 8th grader) and I was devestated.  I was sitting on the bleachers, listening to some 80's love song and crying.....thinking how my life was OVER.  When THE cutest boy in 6th grade  (yes my 6th grade love) came up to me and asked me to dance.  I was in heaven for that 3.4 minute song.  He let me lay my head on his shoulder and was SOOO sweet.  He was totally into a 7th grade girl that already had boobs and instead of groping her...he decided to do a pity dance for ME!!!    Eventually he moved away to go to a bigger school so that he could get noticed by the big leagues or at least the big colleges.  I never saw him again other then reading about how he was going into the draft blah blah.  Well, he injured himself right before he was drafted when he was playing in college (and this is just what I heard) and never really finished school or did anything.  Now he lives in my old home town in his mother's old house and works driving a forklift.  I ran into him at the Post Office and though it's been almost 18 years...he said...AMY..how ARE YOU?!!  And we talked for a bit.  He's losing his hair, his cheeks looked sucken in...but I knew he was the boy that I had always known....*sigh*  Old love dies hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  I love cribbage....Carrie and I play quite a bit....and I love it.  I don't care what it makes me...a geek...an old maid...whatever....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968303-112681633635447379?l=redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112681633635447379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968303&amp;postID=112681633635447379' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112681633635447379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112681633635447379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/2005/09/just-few-more-things.html' title='Just a few more things....'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673479053161791515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/42668349_0291a28284.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968303.post-112678901189855338</id><published>2005-09-15T07:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T07:56:51.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time flies when...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/43246280/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/29/43246280_c445af2991_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/43246280/"&gt;She would NOT put her hair up&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/redsox/"&gt;Red Sox Bat Girl&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Wow...Can you SEE how old she looks in this picture.  Of course she didn't want her hair up that day...she kept saying, "Pretty down..."...and I can't disagree...she does look pretty with it down...so I let her.  This was the afternoon where her and I played outside in my backyard with this exercise ball.  She loved kicking it and pushing it up the hill to let it roll back down.  I love fall weather because it makes me want to get outside and enjoy the wind and the leaves.  I can't for us to rake our first pile and jump in it...she makes me feel SO alive.  The other day she was watching football with me and I had her cheer "GO GIANTS" and she did then immediately looked at me..planted a kiss on my lips and said, "you fun mama!"  It made my heart swell.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This month is flying by.  I can't believe we're already ready to start the 3rd week of September!!  I think not coaching field hockey has made my days seem so much shorter!!  October will be a more difficult month.  I have a lot going on and hopefully will be able to enjoy the fall days.  I like the first time I have to wear a fleece outside because it's JUST a bit chilly.  I like the sound of leaves under my feet.  I like the way everything is orange and yellow and bright.  My cousin Brad is getting married over the long weekend in October.  I'm SO happy for him and his new wife-to-be Kelly.  They are such a cute, funny, happy go lucky couple.  I wish them the best.  D is flying in to be my "date" for the wedding so he'll be able to partake in the family get together.  It will be nice to have a lot of my family in one place and be able to enjoy myself.  I can't wait.  The wedding is down on the coast so there may even be some cool beach walking!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's my update for today.  Finally the Sox get their act together...all we need is for the Yankees to lose.  Cmon....even Seattle swept the Angels....so good way for them to start ending their season!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok....enough for now.  Leave me a shout to let me know you're still alive!!!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968303-112678901189855338?l=redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112678901189855338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968303&amp;postID=112678901189855338' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112678901189855338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112678901189855338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/2005/09/time-flies-when.html' title='Time flies when...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673479053161791515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/42668349_0291a28284.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968303.post-112670113798632865</id><published>2005-09-14T07:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T07:32:18.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Adorable?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/43247587/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/33/43247587_b182a8be2e_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/43247587/"&gt;Tired Sadie Dog&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/redsox/"&gt;Red Sox Bat Girl&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Just a cute picture to start your day.  This is the "other" baby that lives with Carrie and I.  This is Sadie Dog.  She's an attention whore for the most part but she's soooo adorable....it's hard to say no to her!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now.  I'm a bit disappointed in the boys but I don't have much to talk about as of yet....maybe later today :)&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968303-112670113798632865?l=redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112670113798632865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968303&amp;postID=112670113798632865' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112670113798632865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112670113798632865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/2005/09/adorable.html' title='Adorable?'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673479053161791515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/42668349_0291a28284.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968303.post-112666201212875140</id><published>2005-09-13T20:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T20:40:12.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My new favorite adjective</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago I was referred to as "maulable."  I like that adjective a lot.  Bonus points.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968303-112666201212875140?l=redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112666201212875140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968303&amp;postID=112666201212875140' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112666201212875140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112666201212875140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-new-favorite-adjective.html' title='My new favorite adjective'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673479053161791515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/42668349_0291a28284.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968303.post-112663285990342979</id><published>2005-09-13T12:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T12:40:03.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Place!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/43028173/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/32/43028173_f94902f992_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/43028173/"&gt;FirstPlaceAmes&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/redsox/"&gt;Red Sox Bat Girl&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here is the screen shot I was looking for.  D was nice enough to send it to me even though he is far down in the pack.  He told me he didn't mind taking it for me because he thought I should have a picture of the results since it wouldn't "last long"  Jerkhead.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Reb...you're way down there!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) Oh yeah!!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note:  I know it's really really tiny..but hey..it's better than nothing!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968303-112663285990342979?l=redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112663285990342979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968303&amp;postID=112663285990342979' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112663285990342979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112663285990342979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/2005/09/first-place.html' title='First Place!!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673479053161791515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/42668349_0291a28284.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968303.post-112657424345272620</id><published>2005-09-12T20:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T20:18:40.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dan The Man Wilson</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/42847182/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/29/42847182_94a34c3fc4_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/42847182/"&gt;Dan The Man Wilson&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/redsox/"&gt;Red Sox Bat Girl&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://seattle.mariners.mlb.com/NASApp/mlb/news/article.jsp?ymd=20050912&amp;content_id=1206802&amp;vkey=news_sea&amp;fext=.jsp&amp;c_id=sea"&gt;Dan Wilson is retiring&lt;/a&gt;. I am sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have enjoyed watching Dan play and only hope that he is remembered for not only his play on the field but also his leadership, his smile, and his team spirit while wearing those pads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God I think catchers are sexy. :)&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968303-112657424345272620?l=redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112657424345272620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968303&amp;postID=112657424345272620' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112657424345272620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112657424345272620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/2005/09/dan-man-wilson.html' title='Dan The Man Wilson'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673479053161791515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/42668349_0291a28284.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968303.post-112653667194504348</id><published>2005-09-12T09:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T09:54:07.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another week :)</title><content type='html'>Wow, what a weekend for sports.  The roommate and I kept up as much as we could but jeez....I was going to post a screen shot of my Pick Em League but I can't figure out how to make my Mac not save the screenshot as a pdf.  So...I'll just have to brag verbally.  Yeah.  That's me up at the top.  Yeah yeah...I'm tied with Jevon and RoscoesRevenge but I'm at the TOP.  We won't mention how the "other" people are doing?  Especially the one *coughDcough* who bragged about winning it all last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as my fantasy league however...I got my ass handed to me by my OWN brother.  My WR did absolutely NOTHING.  It's my fault for drafting a rookie and a few no names...but I thought I'd try the sneak attack thing....and I failed...Oh well...I can't dominate EVERYWHERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to see the Red Sox lose a game like the one last night to the Yankees but Wake did pitch a great game.  And I will give credit to Curt for the night before...he seemed to find his game.  Good for him and good for us!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And FOOTBALL.  GOOOO Miami!!!  :) sooo pleased with their performance.  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see....what else?  Looking forward to some good reading and sorting out crap time this week and hoping to get caught up with some of the things I've ignored as of late...including my walking.  Getting back on the walking wagon...wish me luck!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to hear from you guys!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968303-112653667194504348?l=redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112653667194504348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968303&amp;postID=112653667194504348' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112653667194504348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112653667194504348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/2005/09/another-week.html' title='Another week :)'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673479053161791515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/42668349_0291a28284.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968303.post-112637686237916465</id><published>2005-09-10T13:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T13:27:42.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I *heart* Olerud</title><content type='html'>I don't care what you think.  I don't care what Millar is doing in the lineup.  I *HEART* Olerud.  It's not that he just hit a homerun against the  Yankees who were stupid enough to let him go.  It's not that he is a consistant .300 hitter.  He's just freakin' a master in the field and a hottie at the plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I *heart* him!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968303-112637686237916465?l=redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112637686237916465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968303&amp;postID=112637686237916465' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112637686237916465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112637686237916465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-heart-olerud.html' title='I *heart* Olerud'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673479053161791515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/42668349_0291a28284.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968303.post-112619293755074825</id><published>2005-09-08T10:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T10:27:50.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ancient or old...?</title><content type='html'>Lately, this pick up of songs that are being "redone" has gotten me thinking about how old I really am.  I mean, yeah, make over a cheesy Bryan Adams song or a Madonna song or a Cyndi Lauper song....but an EXTREME song?  I heard a dance version (redone by another artist) of More Than Words.  Are you KIDDING me?  The new version of the Roxette, "Listen to Your Heart" is making me eeby jeeby too.  Am I really THAT old?  And did I do the same thing when Vanilla Ice remastered parts of his Ice Ice Baby from a song that came out when my sister (who is 12 years older than I) was younger?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red Sox games have been pleasant to watch as of late, even if they tend to be late in the game bloomers.  I can't complain...I love it when the boys do well.  And did Kevin Millar need a fire lit under his ass to start hitting those home runs.  You threaten his starting position and look what happens.  Impressive.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ipod has been getting a workout lately.  I made a new mix cd to influence my friends into being a bit more mellow.  I like the rockout songs too but this mix has mostly good artistic quality sounds on it...with a few faves that can be considered..."rockin'."  Of course I couldn't help but throw on Amie.  I've been OBSESSED with that song as of late.  Here is the list of my mix cd.  Anyone want one?  Let me know.  (And yes, I know there will be no takers on this.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy's New Music for the Fall Mix (with a few not-so-new songs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Til I Get to You - Nikka Costa (I *heart* this song)&lt;br /&gt;2.  Two Girls - Paranoid Social Club (I have loved this song since Jeff put it on a mix for me)&lt;br /&gt;3.  Red Dress - Maia Sharp (Just a good tune...a bit chickish...but good)&lt;br /&gt;4.  Keep it Loose, Keep it Tight - Amos Lee (smooth sounding....sweet...my favorite lyric, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I'm in love with a girl whose in love with the world&lt;/span&gt;...)&lt;br /&gt;5.  Change - Tracy Chapman (I have such a soft spot for her)&lt;br /&gt;6.  What Did I Get Myself Into- Kyle Riabko (a funky song...)&lt;br /&gt;7.  Dreamgirl - DMB (I can't BELIEVE I put a DMB song on a mix...but it just catches me....I adore it)&lt;br /&gt;8.  Forever My Friend - Ray LaMontagne  (this guy has such a classic voice.  He reminds me of old school voice with jazzy undertones blah blah..just NICE to listen to.  And he's from MAINE)&lt;br /&gt;9.  Something Beautiful - Tracy Bonham  (Nice sounding song.  I loved Tracy Bonham in college with her angry Mother Mother - remember that song?)&lt;br /&gt;10.  Statue - Low Millions  (I like the sound of Low Millions.  Catchy tune)&lt;br /&gt;11.  Amie - Pure Prairie League - (I LOVE this song...and yes, because it says my name...but also because my mom said she used to sing it to me all the time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there it is...it is a short mix but I like it :) so there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968303-112619293755074825?l=redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112619293755074825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968303&amp;postID=112619293755074825' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112619293755074825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112619293755074825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/2005/09/ancient-or-old.html' title='Ancient or old...?'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673479053161791515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/42668349_0291a28284.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968303.post-112609639878448855</id><published>2005-09-07T07:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T07:33:18.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Classic Rock anyone?</title><content type='html'>Because I use blogger and not my own server thingie-ma-gig, I can't post songs here...but as of late, I've been craving some Classic Rock.  Not sure what brought that on....but it's been on my brain since the end of this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a sample of what I'd like to hear:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angie - Rolling Stones&lt;br /&gt;Don't Bring Me Down - ELO&lt;br /&gt;Rocket Man - Elton John&lt;br /&gt;Feel Like Making Love - Bad Company&lt;br /&gt;Who'll Stop the Rain - CCR&lt;br /&gt;Hot Blooded - Foreigner&lt;br /&gt;Carry On My Wayward Son - Kansas&lt;br /&gt;Come Sail Away - Styx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you like to hear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Don't leave me hanging here....play along and if you do it on your site, leave me a link or trackback&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968303-112609639878448855?l=redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112609639878448855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968303&amp;postID=112609639878448855' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112609639878448855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112609639878448855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/2005/09/classic-rock-anyone.html' title='Classic Rock anyone?'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673479053161791515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/42668349_0291a28284.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968303.post-112596248012902256</id><published>2005-09-05T18:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T18:21:20.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Weekend Blues</title><content type='html'>It's been a long long weekend.  :) Full of surprises, new friends and TONS of stories!!!  I have to say my cooking skills are becoming better...Carrie and I had a "dinner party" at our place and it was...if I say so myself..a HIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...that's the most lame ass excuse of a post I've made so far..what's new with you guys?  OR...do you have any questions I can answer in a post?  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, I'm reaching...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968303-112596248012902256?l=redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112596248012902256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968303&amp;postID=112596248012902256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112596248012902256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112596248012902256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/2005/09/long-weekend-blues.html' title='Long Weekend Blues'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673479053161791515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/42668349_0291a28284.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968303.post-112575965427463292</id><published>2005-09-03T10:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T10:00:56.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>End of Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/39524503/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/29/39524503_e88b0957d5_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/39524503/"&gt;Eating Corn on the Cob like a PRO&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/redsox/"&gt;Red Sox Bat Girl&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The end of summer always bums me out...mostly because it seems like the warm weather just gives me a kick in the ass....but then I remember...I *heart* fall.  I love the way the weather cools..and the breeze that just gives me lighthearted thoughts.  I miss field hockey....but its good to have some Amy time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to a new school year.  Seeing somewhat eager faces and being surrounded by what I love can't be a bad thing.  I'm just hoping I can stay organized, stay on top of things, really make the most out of my weeks with Isabelle belle (isn't she the CUTEST thing in this pic?) and try to make myself enjoy life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968303-112575965427463292?l=redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112575965427463292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968303&amp;postID=112575965427463292' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112575965427463292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112575965427463292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/2005/09/end-of-summer.html' title='End of Summer'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673479053161791515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/42668349_0291a28284.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968303.post-112550186165810813</id><published>2005-08-31T10:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T10:26:56.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Red Sox Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/34396744/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos23.flickr.com/34396744_350795c1ce_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/34396744/"&gt;Go Captain!!&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/redsox/"&gt;Red Sox Bat Girl&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am slowly getting back into the swing of things.  And because I don't really feel like talking about my life right now, I thought I'd take this time to brag about my little girl.  Isn't she just adorable?  Even though I really don't have anything to do with how damn cute she is...she amazes me every day.  Whether its hearing her voice on the phone telling me about her day (or better said: telling me about what she ate that day) or just being amazed that she is talking in full sentences....wow.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/34396742/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos21.flickr.com/34396742_05e272a855_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/34396742/"&gt;This is her &amp;quot;cheese&amp;quot; face&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/redsox/"&gt;Red Sox Bat Girl&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read other people's websites where they talk on and on about their kids, and I used to think "SHUT UP already" but now I see why.  I'm in complete awe of this little girl.....complete awe.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968303-112550186165810813?l=redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112550186165810813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968303&amp;postID=112550186165810813' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112550186165810813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112550186165810813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-red-sox-girl.html' title='My Red Sox Girl'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673479053161791515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/42668349_0291a28284.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968303.post-112380667338865326</id><published>2005-08-24T19:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T19:23:10.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pro Pick Em Football</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone!!!  So this year, I'm going to be running another Pro Football Pick Em league.  It's not a huge commitment like a regular fantasy football league where you have to choose rosters, etc.  You log on, once a week, pick who the winners of the week will be and that's it.  So who is in?  Email me or leave a comment here and I'll add you.  (PS:  I've already taken it upon myself to already invite some of you)  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968303-112380667338865326?l=redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112380667338865326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968303&amp;postID=112380667338865326' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112380667338865326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112380667338865326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/2005/08/pro-pick-em-football.html' title='Pro Pick Em Football'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673479053161791515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/42668349_0291a28284.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968303.post-112490829205109401</id><published>2005-08-24T13:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T13:31:32.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm baaaaack</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/36667144/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos28.flickr.com/36667144_7d742e8c43_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/36667144/"&gt;The Girls (Amy, Missy, Becky and April)&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/redsox/"&gt;Red Sox Bat Girl&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I know I know...you're all dying to hear stories and know about how I survived without Red Sox ball for a week.  And eventually I will quench your thirst.  :)  This picture was taken from a movie night I went to in Seattle.  They have a Redhook Brewery in an outskirt of Seattle and Thursday nights they play movies outside on this huge screen.  You just sprawl out on the lawn, enjoy good beer, good company and great movies.  The movie I saw was Better of Dead with John Cusack.  I had never seen it.  I know I know...it's a crime to even say that outloud, but its true, I had never seen it.  But, enough about the movie..the ATMOSPHERE was incredible.  We got there at like 6:30, after spending an entire day out on the town with April....it was already filling up around then.  They were playing cool 80's tunes in the background and Missy had scoped out an entire area for us to sit in.  It was Neil's birthday and he was busy making his "sando's"  The beer was flowing and the food was great.  People were laughing and being relaxed and it was just an incredible night.  I got to meet John (or Tully) and Jevon (that's the right spelling right?) and it was just a good all around night.  We should totally have something like that here in Maine....if only I could convince people :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back in good ole' Maine.  I get to spend an entire week with my Isabelle-belle and I'm excited.  I'm thinking of taking her hiking tomorrow afternoon and I'm definitely taking her to hear my mom sing at the local "cruise" night.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welp, just keeping you all updated.  Love you all!!!!  Drop me a line!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968303-112490829205109401?l=redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112490829205109401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968303&amp;postID=112490829205109401' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112490829205109401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112490829205109401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-baaaaack.html' title='I&apos;m baaaaack'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673479053161791515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/42668349_0291a28284.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968303.post-112438192970443750</id><published>2005-08-18T11:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T11:18:49.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Isabelle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/34396745/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos23.flickr.com/34396745_14b844e5ca_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/34396745/"&gt;The Before:  Screw Auger Falls&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/redsox/"&gt;Red Sox Bat Girl&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This picture was taken when Isabelle and I went to Screw Auger Falls up where I live (my roommate says this is how you spell that :) )  Anyway....it was so much fun...she eventually had to have her shorts taken off because she wanted to be brave and wade in more.  My flickr has those pictures...:)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love those moments spent with Isabelle.  They totally make me forget everything else that is going on in my life.  She told me Sunday when I came out of my parents bathroom after taking a shower and getting ready, "You're pretty mama"  My mom even got all teary eyed at that.  She's turning into such a good big girl.  She stepped on my foot the other day and my mom said, 'Tell mama you're sorry" and she looked at my mother with the most serious eyes and said, "I'm not sorry"  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah..evil but sooo cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is the reason my life is wonderful.  Even though I am enjoying my vacation...I do miss my Isabelle-belle.  Can't wait to spend all next week with you!!!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968303-112438192970443750?l=redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112438192970443750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968303&amp;postID=112438192970443750' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112438192970443750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112438192970443750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-isabelle.html' title='My Isabelle'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673479053161791515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/42668349_0291a28284.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968303.post-112420941761598633</id><published>2005-08-16T11:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T15:28:17.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>I am divorced.  What a weird weird sound that is when I say it outloud.  I thought I could sit down and write a post like this without feeling anything...or that it would be easy for me to spew how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "weird" thing about writing about it here on my website is that some of you don't know me, some of you know me very well, and some of you hate me.  I know why the "hate" people come back to read my blog...the same reason I check the websites I do every morning, even though i know some of them are going to upset me.  I know why the people who don't know me come back...I mean, they are thinking, "God, at least my life is better than that ;)"  And I also know why the people come back who love me.  Because YOU know that I'm Amy.  I'm very imperfect, I'm selfish at times, I'm completely irrational and over emotional, but I'm me.  I'm also the friend who will do anything for you, I'm the listener who wants to make things better...I'm Amy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This divorce was my fault.  Not completely 100 percent...but very much MY fault. I won't place blame on someone else because I feel that that is an unfair statement.  Not because someone else didn't play a part but because I am NOT that person...they need to come to terms with their own "blame game" before I can even point the perverbial finger.  People change.  Some people put up with things for a certain number of years/days/months and then fold.  Some people run away.  I was a partner in a marriage...and the dissolution of this marriage was my fault in the fact that I acted.  It was not my fault in the fact that there are some things that I was missing/needed.   Some of you think you know the reason why it happened.  If that's the case, please call me and let me know...because I don't know the exact reason...but I do know this.  I did what I did to change my life.  I wasn't happy.  I didn't want my daughter being raised in an environment where her mother was miserable.  For those of you who think I did a selfish thing, or who think that my mothering is effected by this...you're wrong.  I'm a MUCH better mother divorced than I ever was married.  I appreciate what I have....and even though I don't have a grasp yet on what I want or what I need in my life, I do know this.  I am a better person because of this.  I am a better mother.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After rereading this (as I've written it a million times in my head) I need to stop worrying about the "hate" people.  They dont' know me.  Their judgements and their manipulation can only be ignored.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now have an ex.  An ex that can continue on with his life and be happy.  I want that.  I want it for myself as well.  I wish him luck....and now...it's over and we can both..legally..move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the shitty emotional Amy for today.  I leave for vacation now...hopefully I'll come back refreshed and ready to take on the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968303-112420941761598633?l=redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112420941761598633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968303&amp;postID=112420941761598633' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112420941761598633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112420941761598633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/2005/08/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673479053161791515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/42668349_0291a28284.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968303.post-112412696114701000</id><published>2005-08-15T12:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T12:29:23.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Going well going well...</title><content type='html'>Spend the past weekend in good company and starting to feel back on my feet.  Today...well, today is the last day of my old life and the start of a new.  I will not be sad about it...I HAVE To be strong and happy.  Thank you to all of you that have supported me....I greatly appreciate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave for vacation on Wednesday.  Try not to miss me TOO much.  I'll be gone until next Tuesday.  I'll try to hop on and blog about the boys.  I've missed their last 3 games...and I feel out of the loop!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968303-112412696114701000?l=redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112412696114701000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968303&amp;postID=112412696114701000' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112412696114701000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112412696114701000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/2005/08/going-well-going-well.html' title='Going well going well...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673479053161791515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/42668349_0291a28284.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968303.post-112397301102548486</id><published>2005-08-13T17:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T17:43:31.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE it</title><content type='html'>Bronson sings Toad the Wet Sprocket.  Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968303-112397301102548486?l=redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112397301102548486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968303&amp;postID=112397301102548486' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112397301102548486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112397301102548486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-love-it.html' title='I LOVE it'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673479053161791515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/42668349_0291a28284.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968303.post-112370629150687000</id><published>2005-08-10T15:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T15:45:20.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today - The day the bomb dropped</title><content type='html'>So, just when I thought I had a grasp on how my life was moving........everything changes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am strong enough to deal with this "change" but this strength will be fueled by much more anger and hurt than I've dealt with before.  For those of you that know me, you know how to get ahold of me.  For those of you who I hate (dislike strongly) more than I did before, screw off....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968303-112370629150687000?l=redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112370629150687000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968303&amp;postID=112370629150687000' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112370629150687000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112370629150687000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/2005/08/today-day-bomb-dropped.html' title='Today - The day the bomb dropped'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673479053161791515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/42668349_0291a28284.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968303.post-112354453837152549</id><published>2005-08-08T18:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T18:42:18.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Anyone?  Anyone?</title><content type='html'>It would make my day if someone could find me a shirtless picture of Jason Varitek.  I know he doesn't seem like the type of guy that would show that much skin but we have a ongoing bet here at the house on if he has chest hair or not.  Does anyone know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968303-112354453837152549?l=redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112354453837152549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968303&amp;postID=112354453837152549' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112354453837152549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112354453837152549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/2005/08/anyone-anyone.html' title='Anyone?  Anyone?'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673479053161791515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/42668349_0291a28284.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968303.post-112350623807647032</id><published>2005-08-08T08:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T08:03:58.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Isabelle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/31986065/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos21.flickr.com/31986065_4687ffd2a4_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/31986065/"&gt;Crazy Isabelle&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/redsox/"&gt;Red Sox Bat Girl&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yeah.  This is my daughter with the "crazy eyes."  Jeff sent it to me and prefaced it in a phone call with, "wait until you see this picture of Isabelle at the birthday party...she looks completely crazy."  And that she does.  I thought, since I'm sick in bed with Strep throat and really don't feel like blogging about my past weekend of yuckiness...I'd at least post this.  I'm going back to my bed of sickness now.  Ugh.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968303-112350623807647032?l=redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112350623807647032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968303&amp;postID=112350623807647032' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112350623807647032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112350623807647032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/2005/08/crazy-isabelle.html' title='Crazy Isabelle'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673479053161791515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/42668349_0291a28284.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968303.post-112316562670968914</id><published>2005-08-04T09:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T10:01:49.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Notes from the field...</title><content type='html'>1.  I am amazingly pissy today.  Mostly because my day was thrown off and the blame FOR ONCE isn't my fault, it's other people.  I think that's why on most days, I'm hateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  My daycare provider told me today that when Isabelle and her daycare boyfriend ride in the wagon, Isabelle chats his ear off for the entire ride.  The other day, I guess he turned to her and said, "Isabelle, no more words"  Heehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Can I just tell you that girls like me, who lack in the looks department, rarely like it when they hear from their guy friends or guy acquaintances, "Wow, your roommate is hot....or wow, she's pretty"  (But yes, she is both)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I'm extremely tired today.  Thank GOD it's the last day of my summer job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  This weekend is the Annual my friend Pam Party.  Her and her husband throw this party at their house...4 kegs, any hard alcohol you want, food, fun, music.  It's just a blast.  I always skip the drinking (because it always leads to puking) and become the Beer Bitch, walking around with a pitcher, egging people on to drink more....Can't WAIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for now.  Drive Thru&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968303-112316562670968914?l=redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112316562670968914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968303&amp;postID=112316562670968914' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112316562670968914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112316562670968914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/2005/08/notes-from-field.html' title='Notes from the field...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673479053161791515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/42668349_0291a28284.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968303.post-112309394738759822</id><published>2005-08-03T13:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T13:35:53.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fenway - Part 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/30873545/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos21.flickr.com/30873545_cb69c8faec_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/30873545/"&gt;Amy and Ben&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/redsox/"&gt;Red Sox Bat Girl&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So the game ended up being a successful one for the Sox and I even got to see Gabe play...boy I missed that man.  He's not only easy on the eyes...he's not so bad out there on the field.  Not the best, mind you, but not so bad. I was bummed to not see Jason play but he stretched out in front of me...which was good enough for me!!  :)&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/30872908/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos23.flickr.com/30872908_ec0cd00724_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/30872908/"&gt;Amy and John&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/redsox/"&gt;Red Sox Bat Girl&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;All of us had a great time...John felt a little under the weather and wasn't his usual self...but we won't hold it against him...he'll have other chances.  :)  Plus, he was a trooper...no whining or anything.  Between the beautiful weather, the exciting last few innings, and just the whole atmosphere of Fenway...there could be nothing wrong at all&lt;br clear="all" /&gt; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/30873544/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos21.flickr.com/30873544_48a684ad47_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/30873544/"&gt;Amy and Carrie&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/redsox/"&gt;Red Sox Bat Girl&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Carrie and I have such a good time when we go out together anyway....we can't wait to do it again?  Anyone else wanna come?&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968303-112309394738759822?l=redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112309394738759822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968303&amp;postID=112309394738759822' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112309394738759822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112309394738759822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/2005/08/fenway-part-3.html' title='Fenway - Part 3'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673479053161791515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/42668349_0291a28284.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968303.post-112309362502142274</id><published>2005-08-03T13:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T13:27:05.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fenway - Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/30873542/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos23.flickr.com/30873542_b556a89cf6_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/30873542/"&gt;Carrie and Ben (her brother)&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/redsox/"&gt;Red Sox Bat Girl&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So, we met up with Ben and headed into the park.  We walked as far around as we could without hitting dead ends and hidden paths and then settled into our seats.  Carrie and Ben are friends from childhood and it was cute and entertaining to see them interact with each other.  Ben is SOOOO funny and picked on me the entire game.  I can take it though...and I gave it back as much as I could.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game started really shitty with Wake giving up two homeruns.  Luckily with the win it put him up there in the books with the likes of my boyfriend, Roger, for the most victories (I think he's 3rd on the list now.)  Manny came through though...he joked around with his sign that said, "New Episode: Manny Being Manny" but he followed through with his homerun and RBI hitting.  Incredible.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968303-112309362502142274?l=redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112309362502142274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968303&amp;postID=112309362502142274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112309362502142274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112309362502142274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/2005/08/fenway-part-2.html' title='Fenway - Part 2'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673479053161791515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/42668349_0291a28284.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968303.post-112309320835525668</id><published>2005-08-03T13:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T13:20:08.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Awww yeahhhh - Fenway Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/30872904/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos21.flickr.com/30872904_dad8f64a92_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/30872904/"&gt;Sunny Fenway&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/redsox/"&gt;Red Sox Bat Girl&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So Fenway was freakin' awesome.  Carrie and I had a great road trip down, piled on the tunes that are singalongable on my ipod...named in Boston Red Sox Road Trip and headed on our way.  Carrie was the hit with the man-folk on the way down on the highway and soon we were pulling into the Wonderland T stop and heading into Boston with John in tow.  It was a hot day,(my arm was already sunburnt from the ride down) and we got to Fenway in plenty of time.  We had beer and nachos at the Cask and Flagon and enjoyed each other's company.  Ben was going to be meeting us later and so we needed to find something to do.  We ended up just hiking around the Fenway area...enjoying the people watching and the great weather.  I felt absolutely thrilled to be even NEAR Fenway...the place gives me the chills...&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968303-112309320835525668?l=redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112309320835525668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968303&amp;postID=112309320835525668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112309320835525668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112309320835525668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/2005/08/awww-yeahhhh-fenway-part-1.html' title='Awww yeahhhh - Fenway Part 1'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673479053161791515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/42668349_0291a28284.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968303.post-112299251922996489</id><published>2005-08-02T09:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T09:21:59.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh yeah baby</title><content type='html'>So, I'm headed to Fenway to see my Boys play Kansas City.  Carrie, her friend Ben and John and I will be cheering them on, drinking some beer and enjoying the Fenway experience.  I will write on it tomorrow..but ONLY if I see some love.  I haven't heard from some of you in awhile.  Get WITH it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968303-112299251922996489?l=redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112299251922996489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968303&amp;postID=112299251922996489' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112299251922996489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112299251922996489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/2005/08/oh-yeah-baby.html' title='Oh yeah baby'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673479053161791515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/42668349_0291a28284.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968303.post-112290452996297628</id><published>2005-08-01T08:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T08:55:29.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't they make the cutest couple?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/30279781/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos21.flickr.com/30279781_b4fc4e8c92_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redsox/30279781/"&gt;Don't they make the cutest couple?&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/redsox/"&gt;Red Sox Bat Girl&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yes, this is Isabelle's first love, Benjamin.  He's 3 months older than her and she adores him.  He of course would rather just play with rocks and run around then show her affection...but she's learning quickly how that means he REALLY likes her.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isabelle's party went great!!  She made out like a bandit with presents and now my house is chalk full of games, books, color crayons, play dough, and a big ass playhouse (thanks pam!!).  You can go onto flickr and see the pics from it.  Just click on the picture in this post!!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968303-112290452996297628?l=redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112290452996297628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968303&amp;postID=112290452996297628' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112290452996297628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112290452996297628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/2005/08/dont-they-make-cutest-couple.html' title='Don&apos;t they make the cutest couple?'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673479053161791515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/42668349_0291a28284.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968303.post-112282413238465425</id><published>2005-07-31T10:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T10:35:32.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Non-Red Sox Story is Headline</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4911/992/1600/ichiro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4911/992/320/ichiro.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah yeah, I know all about Manny and his trade rumor and blah blah...but the first part of this post is going to deal with a player that would NEVER throw a fit or stop his consistancy because he was upset.  This first part of the post will deal with a consistant, respectful, talented baseball player who other teams taunt for no reason and ignorant people ignore.  Ichiro.  I just read this &lt;a href="http://sports.espn.go.com/espn/eticket/story?page=ichiro"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.espn.com"&gt;Espn.com&lt;/a&gt; and once again, I was amazingly impressed.  I've seen Ichiro play probably a dozen times.  He's a wonderful player to watch play the sport.  He obviously is respectful of his peers, he's fun when he wants to be, and his somewhat shy side is incredibly intriguing.  He hit 1,000 hits faster than almost anyone in the league ever....he is emotional and attached to his batting average, like it completes him (In that Jerry Mcquire way.)  He just impresses me.  Whenever I'm at Fenway and some ignorant ass in back of me throws a racist comment Ichiro's way, I ALWAYS say something.  How DARE ANYONE take away any of this man's accomplishments and throw it into some backwoods, hick, ignorant asshole category of his race?  I am protective of Ichiro to some extent.  How can you badmouth a  man who isn't really the center of any controversy...who is dedicated and committed to his team...even when they are really bad year after year after year.  Ichiro is always my first pick in fantasy baseball.  He's got stolen bases, he's got a consistant batting average, he hits homeruns, he makes great defensive plays.  He's just a good player.  Bad mouth Bret Boone who is cocky and barely performs at times.  Bad mouth Kenny Rogers who is obviously a loose cannon.  But don't pick on Ichiro.  This girl will lay the smack down on you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as Manny goes.  I think the man is an incredibly player.  BUT, he's acting like a 5 year old.  I know that Big Papi was upset because the fans booed Manny.  And even though I think us Boston fans can be real assholes at times, I can't say I blame them entirely for the booing.  Manny sacrificed, granted only on one or two plays, the integrity of the ballclub.  Manny also isn't playing up to par and it seems as though he choosing to do that.  Good for Terry for benching his ass.  Does he want to be traded?  Does he want to join Pedro at the Mets?  Who cares?  He's been apart of the Red Sox and with these guys for the long run.  I'm disappointed that all this media publicity has made me like him less.  Let's hope he and the club gets it together so that we can have OUR Manny back.  At least I can hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968303-112282413238465425?l=redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112282413238465425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968303&amp;postID=112282413238465425' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112282413238465425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968303/posts/default/112282413238465425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsoxbatgirl.blogspot.com/2005/07/non-red-sox-story-is-headline.html' title='Non-Red Sox Story is Headline'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673479053161791515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/42668349_0291a28284.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
