I've gotten some photos of me playing Baseball, and I figured I'd post some of them.
Speaking of Baseball, I'm in a major major slump. I can't hit for the life of me. It's entirely mental, but I can't seem to snap out of it. It's depressing because I've never played this badly in my life.
Anyway, if anybody could pray for my mom, that'd be wonderful. Yesterday she had to go to ER for an emergency operation (D&C...?). She had a dangerous hemorrhage because of her miscarriage, and had to rush to the hospital for the operation. Anyway, she's doing pretty well, but prayers would be wonderful.
13 comments:
I like your pix.
Baseball is a fun. Do you ever play it was wormy fruit? It is a mess, and a bit disrespectful to the game, but it is a wonderful, memory full experience.
Sorry about your Mom by the why, I hope that everything works out. I'll pray for you.
You look desperately unamused in the second to bottom picture... :)
You're as bad at slumping as I am when I carry my viola. Okay, not that bad, because that'd be horribly bad, and I'm not going to tell you AGAIN to get out of it, so I'll just shut up.
You are too cute to be believed, TQ. I can't wait to get my major league Quackenbush jersey in a couple of years. Will you autograph it for me?
Dear Thomas,
You are super adorable.
Love,
Your Fan Club
Dear Thomas,
You rock.
Love,
Your Other Fans
It's *not* tqb :-P Just TQ
after all of those comments how big is your head?
no bigger than it was before, anonymous.
...say, tq, how big is your head, inch wise? just curious.
enjoy doing what you love... i hate you. jealousy, thy name is sheila.
oh, and by the way, if you're not careful, i'm going to have to put on my baseball stuff and... you know the rest...
"TQ" too many people love you. I shall say "I think you're aweful just to be different."
Well, if it's any consolation, I stink in every possible, conceivable way. I cannot play baseball to save my bloody life, and I'm beginning to doubt that I ever will. I can't hit, I can't field...all I ever do is hurt myself and the team.
So, to whoever posted that last comment: you entirely correct. I am, and shall continue to be, apparently,
miserable and horrible at life.
stop it.
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