Gorgeous girls
Sophia, Bella, Gaby, Abigail and Raven outside our hotel.
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My sister’s closet
Raiding Janie’s picaroosies.
My mom makes bomb necklaces.
A candid moment in Finley Fintuckey.
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Malarkey in Malaga
I spent this morning hanging out with the lovely lady leaguers at Three Lakes Golf Club in Malaga. I quickly learned that it was impossible to interview them mid-game without being super obtrusive, and the real story would probably be back in the clubhouse afterward. (My editor had told me this exactly, but we all know how good of a listener I am.)
While I waited, I explored the gorgeous golf course and its panorama of views. Sometimes at events, I’ll want to write about stuff happening under a bright blue sky, swaddled between the gorgeous mountain ranges. But, I’ve learned, EVERYTHING in Wenatchee happens under a bright blue sky, swaddled between the gorgeous mountain ranges.
I took some pics, just for y’all.
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Local young person says, ‘Eh’
So Tuesday while I was out seeking local reax to the Venom, I stopped by Caffe Mela, a hip, local hangout. One of the people I talked to was leaving her number on a guy’s truck while he was in a store. This made me lawl, because my very own Scartown does the same little trick.
There was a guy sitting at a table nearby who seemed to want to be interviewed, too. Only after I introduced myself did I realize he was nursing a bloody nose. He still wanted to be interviewed. We didn’t end up using his mug shot, probably because it was, well, bloody, but check this dude out. He’s awesome.
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Dolla dolla bills, y’all
I was talking to a friend yesterday. We’ll call him George.
George was telling me about a family fundraiser for a lost loved one, and without thinking, I blurted out, “So, where do the proceeds go?”
Immediately, it made me laugh because it was such a journalist’s question to ask a a friend. I’ve been accused before of being very ‘interviewy’ to carry on a stilted conversation.
Later, George brought it up again and told me he felt the question was rude and invasive, and if I ever asked a source that, I should reword it or skip it altogether.
My response was defensive, possibly because just the other day I asked a lady, “Now, have you guys figured out how the proceeds will work yet?” Because I feel like that if we’re going to give fundraisers full, free access to our readership, we have a right to know what the money’s going toward. In dealing with a lot of the fundraisers for Neiko, the thought of someone taking advantage with a sketchy fundraiser is heart-breaking.
I stand by the idea that if I cover your fundraiser, I have a right to know where the money will go. But is there a softer way to ask, if need be? They don’t call me Abrasive Abby for nothing.*
*No one has ever called me that.
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Censorship is very American
I’m Erica Enos.
I’ve known Rikki for about 8 years now - jeez that’s a long time.
I didn’t even realize it had been that long until this morning when I was contemplating what I was going to write about on this here blog. But anyway, Rikki thought I had a funny story I should share, so here it goes.
A few months ago I was going through some old baby photos that I wanted to post on MySpace. I found a group of good ones, and a couple of them happened to be lil nakkie ones.
As you can see in the photo, I had to put black over my little baby body.
I posted it and they sent me an email saying they had deleted a photo of mine, and if I did it again they’d delete my profile all together. I was pretty much aghast. They called it sexually explicit, so I edited the picture because it is too cute. I was just so offended that they deleted it. Little 13-year-old girls post more sexually explicit pictures than that!
I mean I can understand censorship, but it wasn’t a naked picture of me now!
Editor’s note: Go ahead and send some of those along, too, Erica. You know, for, like, scientific purposes.
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5 Cool Places I’ve Been
Because I need a pick-me-up
1. The courts of the Staples Center, aka the stadium of the LA Lakers.
Believe it or not, I was competing in a pom-pom dance competition. VHS footage of this exists somewhere.
2. In Nashville, I went to a lot of country stars’ homes, including one of the guys from Brooks & Dunn, Dolly, Alan Jackson and many others.
3. Disneyland AND Disneyworld. I remember the latter more, because I was, like, not a baby. Not many people have been to both.
4. The Museum of Science and Industry in Chicago.
5. A Hell’s Angel’s house. Babysitting in Vacaville, you never know what to expect.
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Happy July!
July is a fantastic month. For example, I’m done at the World in 16 days. I’m 21 in 8. My nephew Nicholas turns 10 in 25, etc. Even my belly button piercing turns 7 soon!
So, in celebration of all things July, I’m going to share something.
That’s right. A poem.
P.S. Your judging means nothing, because this was written when I was practically still in high school, you know, back when I was exactly the same person I’ve always been.
P.S.S. My very first guest blogger will be posting soon. Censorship and babies will be involved!
Continue reading ‘Happy July!’
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People * Money
Had to give this some cred …
Via @soulsmithy via @devincf via @kepeira via Media.Fukung.Net?
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Overheard on Wenatchee Avenue
Setting: I’m approaching strangers downtown for reax to a new arena football team coming to town soon.
I introduce myself to a Seattle man as a World reporter and ask him a few questions. I quickly realize he’s from out of town and won’t have much to say. So I thank him and go to leave, but he wants to keep talking.
“So, are you, uh, like, with the high-school newspaper here?” he asks.
I answered politely, but I kind of wanted to say, “No, sir, I’m a real journalist.”
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