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Here are a few pictures from last weekend.  I am lacking inspiration to actually sit down and write anything meaningful.  I am currently drowning in a sea of laundry, ironing,  and unfinished projects.  Anyone up for an iron-off?  (motivate me, please) Someday I am going to learn the value in doing a little each day rather than waiting until the pile needs its own room.

  

Halle's contribution to the team-naming meeting was "the orange t-shirts!!"  She's a smart one, I tell you what.

In my short lived softball career, I played outfield and spent most of the time praying that nobody would hit the ball anywhere near me.  Or, rehearsing in my head over and over in which direction I should throw the ball IF it came my way.  (I wonder if that is what Jordan thinks at 2nd base??)  Then, when a ball finally made it to where I was standing, I just stood there and watched it come without moving my glove.  It landed squarely on my nose, drawing blood and everything.  My feelings were very hurt when no one rushed out to see if I was okay, instead they all kept on yelling at me to pick up the ball and throw it in.  I didn't last a full season.  Obviously, my kids get their tenacity and competitive drive from me.  Obviously.

Sorry ladies, he is going home with me.  And no, he won't wear a full uniform with baseball pants and all.  I have tried to tell him that he would look much more official if he dressed exactly like the players (tell me you know what I am talking about) but he doesn't seem to value my opinion much when it comes to baseball.

I am pretty sure they are all talking strategy here.  

Meatball just loves Saturdays.  In fact, they are his favorite day of the week.  We are a lot alike, he and I.

I babysat a friend's kids (and her beer) at the game.  I thought this picture was awesome.  It pretty much sums up most of my peeps at baseball tournaments.

Hi, my name is Halle and I like to run up to my parents after I score a goal and ask them (very loudly)  "Now can we go to Dairy Queen?"  Then, everyone thinks my parents are super cool because they bribe me with treats when I score goals.