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I've been home a lot lately--obviously. When you're home all the time, that involves a lot of baseball viewing. I love baseball. It's my favorite sport. Well, I'm a girl--obviously, (wow, I should be renamed Queen of Stating the Obvious--and I like guys (Jeez, this post is going SO well right now). What I'm talking about is all those sexy baseball players. YUM. Now, don't get me wrong. It's not the only reason I watch baseball. I'm a fan of the game. I know what ERA stands for and how important it is to have runners in scoring position. It just runs in my veins. My mother knows more about baseball than ANYONE I know. She answers all the "Phillies Stump The Fans Trivia" questions during the game. I admire her love of the game, honestly. Ahh, but speaking of my Phillies! My poor, poor Phillies. They had a double header against the Mets today, and they got swept. (For all of you non-baseball people, it means they lost both of them.) I was mad. ...

Okay. So B.B. King was just here in da 'Burg. Tonight. My dad and his best friend got to go. I looked up tickets this morning--$75-$175. And HOT DAMN, I didn't have (still don't) that kind of money. So I couldn't go. My dad came home an hour ago. (I'm gonna apologize ahead of time for the caps.) MY DAD GOT ME A SIGNED B.B. KING POSTER AND HIS GUITAR PICK!!!!! *Faint* I have it sitting across the room because if I look at it too much, my heart starts making this funny thumping noise. It sucks I couldn't go to the show, but...this...is...awesome!! The end to the worst day, honestly. Okay, so not the WORST day, not by far. The Phillies lost. (Ryan Howard hit a 505 ft home run. You gotta admit, that is pretty SICK!) I just got retainers. And they suck. My lisp is ridiculous. I sound like a Hanson groupie on crack. But the day's positives outweight the negatives. YAY!!!

All right, kids. I would really like a new template. I'm tired of the same ho-hum, and I know very little about HTML to maketh my own. Any suggestions?

Today I went driving solo for the first time. Honestly? I was terrified. Driving down the road just thinking about being in the car by myself was enough to bring tears to my eyes--although I didn't all out cry, or else my Dad my have yelled at me or something. And I cannot stand being yelled at in the car. As if I'm not stressed out enough behind the wheel as it is! He said I didn't do too bad, which was a relief. I messed up when I was pulling out of the parking lot, so that was a bit discouraging. When we actually got to where we needed to be, I pulled into a "Do Not" Entrance. Thank God the parking lot was empty. As payment for running this errands for my Dad, he bought me a book! (Which in my world, is a VERY good form of payment.) And since I went shopping again on Sunday, I figured I might as well wrap up all my purchases in a blog entry of more pictures. Who doesn't love pictures? Ahh, first we have the shoes my mother bought me the other day. I have...