A recent history of my life in photos

Boston has a lot of US History.  There are a lot of statues of Paul Revere.  I even saw his grave.

I found the nearest ship... 

...also the nearest penguins.

The Williams-Mystic reunion started out on a boat, so you know it was an awesome weekend.

Here is Jim Carlton auctioning a narwhal puppet.

Back to California, here we are in Golden Gate Park watching The Head and the Heart at Hardly Strictly Bluegrass.

And then The Head an the Heart were at Sophia's in Davis.

Then I went to Colorado to visit Grant, Colin, and Lauren, and apparently some penguins at the Denver zoo.

We went on the Coors tour.  Golden was lovely.

We toured SLAC in Palo Alto and got a crash course in particle physics.

The Baylands Preserve was nearby and pretty.

The Giants won the Wold Series and San Francisco went crazy.  I was there and very happy.

Amy and I were both historical figures (in a way) for Halloween.  We also made a devil-chicken scarecrow.

Our pumpkins! Can you guess which two are mine?

Dear San Francisco Giants,

One of these days you will win a game I go to.

Love, Kim

It's Timmy!

Pablo being congratulated after a splash hit home run:

Matt Cain pinch running!

Is this a beautiful ballpark or what?

Vogelsong is a beast

(First three pictures from Giants vs Padres on Independence Day, last two from Giants vs Pirates 8/8/11)

Black and Orange! or: How I Learned to Love Baseball

I used to think baseball was a stupid sport. True story. Now I can't get enough of the Giants.

It all began last spring when my best friend was dating a member of the Carleton baseball team. I went with her to all the home games; we sat in the grass, in the sun, and would watch the games. Sometimes we would only go when we knew her boyfriend was pitching, but regardless, I enjoyed spending time at Carleton's diamond.

What really drew me in for good though, didn't happen until the World Series began, and I emphasize began, because I'm not like the bandwagoners who hopped on the Giants train because they won. If the Giants had lost every game, I would have still become a fan, and I'll tell you why.

At this time I was living in southeast Texas in, quite literally, the middle of nowhere. After work and on weekends, I had nothing to do, very few people to hang out with, and limited internet. My new best friend became our old TV and its five watchable channels (I say that as we actually got about 10 channels, but 5 of them were some variation on Nuns 24/7 or God rocks!). But this was southeast Texas, and you could tell, not just from the dorky local commercials, but the news and sports as well. I probably learned more about the area high school football teams than I ever knew about my own high school football team. I also knew what time and on what days every sitcom known to those 5 channels were on! Fountain of useful information I was in my free time.

Back to baseball.Maybe it was because the Rangers made it so far, maybe they would have shown the games anyway, but once it got down to the National and American League championships, thankfully all of the games were broadcasted in my little corner of Texas. And I watched all of them, all of the Giants games that is, because after all, I am a California girl and anything reminding me of home was welcome when stuck in Texas.

My point in all of this: the San Francisco Giants were a good friend of mine while I was stuck in Texas, and because of that they have one more loyal fan. Also, baseball rocks and I'm doing pretty damn well in the fantasy league I'm in. (Fun fact: my fantasy league team includes: Buster Posey, Tim Lincecum, Brian Wilson, Aubrey Huff, and Matt Cain; aka some of my favorite players of the Giants)

Watching opening day: