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Dodgers Surprise Party

I spent the weekend in Oregon visiting my family. They had wanted me to come home several weeks ago to celebrate my birthday, but work interfered. So I decided to make a visit at the next available time, which was the Father's Day weekend. Unbeknownst to me, the family decided to still schedule a celebration.

I arrived Friday, and after a few hours of visiting, was told I was going out to eat with my parents and my Grandmother. But we needed to make a quick stop at the church first. What I didn't know was that the entire family was there waiting to surprise me. And did they ever. My never-ending devotion to the Dodgers was rewarded with a Dodger's baseball surprise party. It was most fun. They served ballpark food - nachos, chili dogs, bags of peanuts and shave ice - and I was presented with gifts of a Dodgers banner and a birthday card from Manny Ramirez (yes - I know it's not really from Manny, but a girl can always dream).



















They also all went in on a gift of a GPS, for all those times I'm traveling and trying to navigate by the directions I've printed off of google or mapquest.

It was a great party. The nieces and nephews were all there, as were my siblings and in-laws. And the kids were even wearing their softball and T-ball uniforms so we could have a family softball game. Everyone got to hit, and somehow, all of the little ones were even able to hit home runs.


It was a terrific surprise, a most creative idea, and a great evening. The weekend was filled with other fun times and activities, and it was hard to come home and get back to work. I can't explain it, but I'm kind of in the mood for another Doger chili dog.

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