"There is no lost-and-found box. There's ass box..."
--Scrubs
Friday, July 29, 2005
Write this
I was offended today as some guy came in to sit on the patio and proceeded to tell ME how I should be writing. The NERVE! And what made it worse was that he was a physiology student. A second-year student. And HE was telling ME how to write? I think not! It was all I could do to stand there and serve him with a smile. I just kept nodding, doing my best not to rip his head off to beat the rest of his body with it.
"You didn't study the 'writing process' in school? Well, the first step to writing is, well, writing."
No shit, Sherlock. I wasn't aware that they had classes for the obvious. As far as I know, you can't really teach creativity out of a textbook. It can be encouraged, but not taught. And also as far as I'm concerned, just because a book suggests that writers spend an hour or so just writing down rambling pages every morning, that doesn't mean that it is law that a writer must do so.
I write what I want to, when I want to. I let my creativity loose and allow my inspiration to guide me. Whether that's at 9 o'clock in the morning or now at 3 o'clock in the wee hours, it doesn't make a difference.
Good luck in second-year physiology, dickhead.
"You didn't study the 'writing process' in school? Well, the first step to writing is, well, writing."
No shit, Sherlock. I wasn't aware that they had classes for the obvious. As far as I know, you can't really teach creativity out of a textbook. It can be encouraged, but not taught. And also as far as I'm concerned, just because a book suggests that writers spend an hour or so just writing down rambling pages every morning, that doesn't mean that it is law that a writer must do so.
I write what I want to, when I want to. I let my creativity loose and allow my inspiration to guide me. Whether that's at 9 o'clock in the morning or now at 3 o'clock in the wee hours, it doesn't make a difference.
Good luck in second-year physiology, dickhead.
Friday, July 22, 2005
Back in business!
Guess who's back on the courts?! Oh YES, baby! I played my first volleyball game in a MONTH tonight, and actually, it went better than I thought it would. I'd say 95% of the hits that I swung tonight hit the court, and I was up blocking and passing as best I could. Granted, my blocks weren't exactly high reaching or anything (I was probably just getting my wrists over the net at most) but I was THERE!
Whew.
It felt soooooooooooo good to be back into the game. I swear, I felt like I wasn't living for the past month, having to sit out of so many practices and games and tournaments. If I had to wait any longer, I might have begun to suffer the effects of some sort of depression. I won't lie to myself though, I'm not back to 100% just yet. That might take me another few weeks. But the point is that I can go back to doing what I love, and what could be better than that?
Whew.
It felt soooooooooooo good to be back into the game. I swear, I felt like I wasn't living for the past month, having to sit out of so many practices and games and tournaments. If I had to wait any longer, I might have begun to suffer the effects of some sort of depression. I won't lie to myself though, I'm not back to 100% just yet. That might take me another few weeks. But the point is that I can go back to doing what I love, and what could be better than that?
Tuesday, July 19, 2005
The Caper of the Cursed Car
Yes my New York trip was fun, exhilerating and spectacular, but that was going to be a given anyway. The story on my mind right now though, is the story of our cursed car. We travelled to New York in three rented cars; two Dodge Chrysler Caravans, and one Toyota Camry. While our vetran long-distance drivers drove the vans, our youngest and least distance-experienced driver drove the Camry. Whether or not this had anything to do with the curse, I don't know, but these are the facts.
Due to the inexperience of TaTa, we kept him in between the two vans so that the other drivers could keep an eye on him. The motto from the start for all three drivers was "Don't try to be a hero;" if any one of them felt tired along the way, they should radio the other cars to pull over so that we could change drivers--everyone had at least one substitute.
Sometime during our third pit-stop (it seemed that no one's butt or bladder could last for longer than 2 hours straight in the cars) we all agreed that that would be our last one before driving the rest of the remaining 5-6 hours to New York. So we all piled back into our cars and headed out. A block later, TaTa pulled the Camry to the side and radioed us: "I have a flat."
So, EVERYONE pulled over again, and waited as TaTa began to change the flat. While we were lucky that the town police were kind enough to direct traffic around the car, AND that the flat had happened to occur right across the street from a garage that was nice enough to patch the tire for free, we were unlucky in that TaTa's first attempt to jack the car was poorly aimed and the car's body was dented ever so slightly as a consequence. However, the tire was fixed and changed and we were back on our way soon after.
Finally, we reached our hotel in Manhattan. At the check-in, the concierge told us not to leave our cars out in front of the hotel as there was no legal parking there and the police were quick to ticket you. Hearing this, the vetran-van-drivers left a person on guard during each trip made inside while unpacking our bags. However, the Camry somehow managed to be left by itself, and although it was for no more than 5 mintues, TaTa came back out of the hotel to be greeted by a $115(USD) parking ticket.
After this, the cars were parked away into a garage for the rest of the trip and we managed to be car-trouble free for the weekend. It wasn't until the trip home that the capers continued.
On the way home from Jersey, we began our caravan ride again with Trace in the lead with her van, TaTa and the cursed Camry in the middle, and Sherman and I in the rear. Pretty much all of the passengers passed out on the ride. Pwong, who managed to stay semi-conscious, kept checking on the drivers periodically via radio to make sure they were all okay. Even I had managed to fall asleep for a while. What I woke to, was Sherman calling out at Tata. In front of us, TaTa must have managed to dozed off himself because he had drifted from the left lane off the road and onto the shoulder, heading for the grassy ditch. Luckily, the rumble-strip on the side of the interstate woke him in time to wrench the car away from the median guardrail, back onto the road and into the centre lane before returning to the left lane. Amazingly no other cars were in the way when he crossed into the centre lane, and those any where around him had been alert enough avoid him in those moments. Needless to say, the drivers were changed and we continued on our way with Pwong now in charge of that Camry.
Although up until now it would have seemed that all of this may have been due to TaTa's bad luck or inexperience, that wasn't entirely the case as it doesn't explain what happened next.
What happened next was a huge rain/thunder storm and flooding. Visibility was down and a lot of cars pulled over onto the shoulder though our caravan of cars inched on homewards. At some point, we came to a complete stop because the road was flooded up ahead an no one could proceed--cars and trucks were backed up for miles along the interstate. As the rain came down we parked the cars and kept in contact through the radios. After a pause in our radio conversation, Pwong's voice crackled to us: "I've just been nudged." The curse of the Camry struck again.
When the rains had subsided, we were able to get out on the interstate (as we waited to the flood waters to disperse) to assess the damage--of which the thankfully was none. The car that had nudged us in the rain had cowardly driven off right after the incident with no sign of remorse.
From then on, we amazingly made it home to Canadian soil without any further events. Granted, the things that happened with that cursed Camry were impeding and intensely frightening at points, but all in all, it turned our trip into an adventure. Afterall, it's not like our whole trip was spent in the cars...
Due to the inexperience of TaTa, we kept him in between the two vans so that the other drivers could keep an eye on him. The motto from the start for all three drivers was "Don't try to be a hero;" if any one of them felt tired along the way, they should radio the other cars to pull over so that we could change drivers--everyone had at least one substitute.
Sometime during our third pit-stop (it seemed that no one's butt or bladder could last for longer than 2 hours straight in the cars) we all agreed that that would be our last one before driving the rest of the remaining 5-6 hours to New York. So we all piled back into our cars and headed out. A block later, TaTa pulled the Camry to the side and radioed us: "I have a flat."
So, EVERYONE pulled over again, and waited as TaTa began to change the flat. While we were lucky that the town police were kind enough to direct traffic around the car, AND that the flat had happened to occur right across the street from a garage that was nice enough to patch the tire for free, we were unlucky in that TaTa's first attempt to jack the car was poorly aimed and the car's body was dented ever so slightly as a consequence. However, the tire was fixed and changed and we were back on our way soon after. 
Finally, we reached our hotel in Manhattan. At the check-in, the concierge told us not to leave our cars out in front of the hotel as there was no legal parking there and the police were quick to ticket you. Hearing this, the vetran-van-drivers left a person on guard during each trip made inside while unpacking our bags. However, the Camry somehow managed to be left by itself, and although it was for no more than 5 mintues, TaTa came back out of the hotel to be greeted by a $115(USD) parking ticket.After this, the cars were parked away into a garage for the rest of the trip and we managed to be car-trouble free for the weekend. It wasn't until the trip home that the capers continued.
On the way home from Jersey, we began our caravan ride again with Trace in the lead with her van, TaTa and the cursed Camry in the middle, and Sherman and I in the rear. Pretty much all of the passengers passed out on the ride. Pwong, who managed to stay semi-conscious, kept checking on the drivers periodically via radio to make sure they were all okay. Even I had managed to fall asleep for a while. What I woke to, was Sherman calling out at Tata. In front of us, TaTa must have managed to dozed off himself because he had drifted from the left lane off the road and onto the shoulder, heading for the grassy ditch. Luckily, the rumble-strip on the side of the interstate woke him in time to wrench the car away from the median guardrail, back onto the road and into the centre lane before returning to the left lane. Amazingly no other cars were in the way when he crossed into the centre lane, and those any where around him had been alert enough avoid him in those moments. Needless to say, the drivers were changed and we continued on our way with Pwong now in charge of that Camry. Although up until now it would have seemed that all of this may have been due to TaTa's bad luck or inexperience, that wasn't entirely the case as it doesn't explain what happened next.
What happened next was a huge rain/thunder storm and flooding. Visibility was down and a lot of cars pulled over onto the shoulder though our caravan of cars inched on homewards. At some point, we came to a complete stop because the road was flooded up ahead an no one could proceed--cars and trucks were backed up for miles along the interstate. As the rain came down we parked the cars and kept in contact through the radios. After a pause in our radio conversation, Pwong's voice crackled to us: "I've just been nudged." The curse of the Camry struck again. When the rains had subsided, we were able to get out on the interstate (as we waited to the flood waters to disperse) to assess the damage--of which the thankfully was none. The car that had nudged us in the rain had cowardly driven off right after the incident with no sign of remorse.
From then on, we amazingly made it home to Canadian soil without any further events. Granted, the things that happened with that cursed Camry were impeding and intensely frightening at points, but all in all, it turned our trip into an adventure. Afterall, it's not like our whole trip was spent in the cars...
Thursday, July 14, 2005
"...it's a hell of a towwwwwwn!"
Going to be on my way to New York, New York in just under 12 hours. I'm packed, I'm excited, and I'm ready to go! So far, all the signs point to the fact that I just might not get to play this weekend--I can't get a hold of the girl I lent my jerseys to and I haven't gotten a real ankle brace yet--but I'm still keeping my fingers crossed!
Unlike my Vancouver trip, I was ready and packed within 1/2 hour today. I still feel like I've forgotten something, but I figure that the States have all the things the you could possibly ever want to buy, so if I need something, I'll get it there. We're shopping on the way home on Monday, and I'm already scared I'm going to break my bank. I hope I do. :)
Pablo has already requested that I buy him this ultra cool folding chair that HE saw during HIS trip to NYC, and it IS the craziest thing ever!
I JUST might have to buy it.
Anyway, back to the preparations and stuff. Can anyone suggest places to eat in next few hours before I leave?
Unlike my Vancouver trip, I was ready and packed within 1/2 hour today. I still feel like I've forgotten something, but I figure that the States have all the things the you could possibly ever want to buy, so if I need something, I'll get it there. We're shopping on the way home on Monday, and I'm already scared I'm going to break my bank. I hope I do. :)
Pablo has already requested that I buy him this ultra cool folding chair that HE saw during HIS trip to NYC, and it IS the craziest thing ever!
I JUST might have to buy it.
Anyway, back to the preparations and stuff. Can anyone suggest places to eat in next few hours before I leave?
Tuesday, July 12, 2005
Song of the Moment: "Secret Love" - Mariah Carey
Oh baby, oh baby, come give it to me love baby
We'll keep it between us, you and me got a secret love baby
Oh baby, oh baby, come give it to me love baby
We'll keep it on the hush, you're not mine--got a secret love baby
It was a summer's day when walking by
She didn't notice as you turned and you discreetly winked your eye
And I remembered you from back in the day
You were the boy I couldn't breathe without
The one that got away
Now that I've found you I cannot let you go
You know I got my man at home but baby I still need you so
And I know you ain't never leaving that girl
But everytime you touch me baby
It feels so incredible
Oh baby, oh baby, come give it to me love baby
We'll keep it between us, you and me got a secret love baby
Oh baby, oh baby, come give it to me love baby
We'll keep it on the hush, you're not mine--got a secret love baby
We'll keep it between us, you and me got a secret love baby
Oh baby, oh baby, come give it to me love baby
We'll keep it on the hush, you're not mine--got a secret love baby
It was a summer's day when walking by
She didn't notice as you turned and you discreetly winked your eye
And I remembered you from back in the day
You were the boy I couldn't breathe without
The one that got away
Now that I've found you I cannot let you go
You know I got my man at home but baby I still need you so
And I know you ain't never leaving that girl
But everytime you touch me baby
It feels so incredible
Oh baby, oh baby, come give it to me love baby
We'll keep it between us, you and me got a secret love baby
Oh baby, oh baby, come give it to me love baby
We'll keep it on the hush, you're not mine--got a secret love baby
Quote of the Moment:
"Everything is the way it is because everything was the way it was."
--Jonathan Safran Foer, "Everything is Illuminated"
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As I was just telling RoadTo today, I believe that my method for successfully getting through a book nowadays is by starting it twice. I've noticed that of the last few books I've read on my own, I've had to start two of the last three of them twice before actually getting to the end. It's not that they're not good or anything, but just that I get so distracted by other activities or even other books before returning to finish what I've started, and then by that time, I'll usually just begin anew to make sure that I've got my story straight so far. Anyway, if that's the case, then my next two successful reads should be Wicked and Neuromancer. I can't wait...again!
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I woke up this morning without a shirt and missing two of my four earrings. Ever wonder at night where our minds go and whether our bodies follow?
--Jonathan Safran Foer, "Everything is Illuminated"
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As I was just telling RoadTo today, I believe that my method for successfully getting through a book nowadays is by starting it twice. I've noticed that of the last few books I've read on my own, I've had to start two of the last three of them twice before actually getting to the end. It's not that they're not good or anything, but just that I get so distracted by other activities or even other books before returning to finish what I've started, and then by that time, I'll usually just begin anew to make sure that I've got my story straight so far. Anyway, if that's the case, then my next two successful reads should be Wicked and Neuromancer. I can't wait...again!
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I woke up this morning without a shirt and missing two of my four earrings. Ever wonder at night where our minds go and whether our bodies follow?
Sunday, July 10, 2005
Ooooh, bubbles!
Once again, this link comes courtesy of Brodder. He says that he didn't find it though--apparently his friend did. Whatever. It's too funny. I gotta give props to whoever animated this thing though; it's pretty addictive, even though it does absolutely nothing productive. But then, that's probably why it's so great.
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Update: Drag her by her butt through the cracks. It may sound weird, but that's only because you have yet to try it.
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Update: Drag her by her butt through the cracks. It may sound weird, but that's only because you have yet to try it.
Friday, July 08, 2005
Safe and sound
The pseudo-hermit I am, it takes a little while for me to catch up on the current newsflashes (I don't like to watch the news and will read the paper only when it's available). Anyway, by the time I heard about the London bombings, it was already old news. Despite that fact, I felt sick to my stomach to know that
My heart goes out to all those affected.
- yet another country could fall prey to the anger of others.
- my friends--people I know and care about--were in that country, in that city at the time of the attacks.
My heart goes out to all those affected.
Glued to the tube
The other night I was awake at Sherman's and happened to catch all of the latest rendition of Great Expectations starring Gwyneth Paltrow and Ethan Hawke. I'd wanted to see this for a long time--I'd actually made it to the theatre when it first came out, but was stricken with the stomach flu about 20 minutes in--and so I settled in and spent the night being romanced by the timeless story.
Honestly, I loved the movie. AND I loved the book. Neither has much to do with the other, but both stories were/are so enchanting. It's like a real-life fairy tale. I was a little disappointed that some of Dickens's story didn't make it into the movie script, but either way, I thought I was done really well...better than the Romeo & Juliet with DiCaprio and Danes, personally. Anyway, I just needed to rave about it since it was such a good late night movie. It was so good that it made me want to read the actual story again (all 300 pages) to pick out all that differed between the two. I'm such a nerd.
The other thing that I've become hooked on that's not so nerdy, is that T.V. show, Scrubs. My brother randomly came home with the first season on DVD one day, and he stayed up a whole night and much of the day after watching the WHOLE season in a single sitting. He then ranted and raved to me about how great the show was and how awesome the comedy was and told me I HAD to see it myself--the million and one clips he forced me to witness out of context just didn't do the show justice, as hilarious as they were on their own. Well, for a while I forgot about it, and then for a little longer, I just didn't have the time, but last night, I finally decided to take a peek. So, Sherman and I took our take out over to the living room and turned it on.
We (I) watched the whole first DVD (8 episodes) out of a 3 DVD set. So did my brother. He had the unfortunate timing of having been in the room when I started the first episode. Once it started, he just couldn't leave--that's how strong the addiction can hit you. The sun was rising by the time we all trudged our separate ways to bed. I felt sorry for the boys as they both had to be up within the next two hours, heading to work. I, on the other hand, got to sleep my morning away, disabled as I am from working at all.
So, back to the tube for me tonight. I've already snuck a few episodes today before going to practice (I may not be able to work, but I can sure stand on a volleyball court and get some touches in) and I'm going to do as many more as I can tonight. Addictive stuff I tell you.
Honestly, I loved the movie. AND I loved the book. Neither has much to do with the other, but both stories were/are so enchanting. It's like a real-life fairy tale. I was a little disappointed that some of Dickens's story didn't make it into the movie script, but either way, I thought I was done really well...better than the Romeo & Juliet with DiCaprio and Danes, personally. Anyway, I just needed to rave about it since it was such a good late night movie. It was so good that it made me want to read the actual story again (all 300 pages) to pick out all that differed between the two. I'm such a nerd.
The other thing that I've become hooked on that's not so nerdy, is that T.V. show, Scrubs. My brother randomly came home with the first season on DVD one day, and he stayed up a whole night and much of the day after watching the WHOLE season in a single sitting. He then ranted and raved to me about how great the show was and how awesome the comedy was and told me I HAD to see it myself--the million and one clips he forced me to witness out of context just didn't do the show justice, as hilarious as they were on their own. Well, for a while I forgot about it, and then for a little longer, I just didn't have the time, but last night, I finally decided to take a peek. So, Sherman and I took our take out over to the living room and turned it on.
We (I) watched the whole first DVD (8 episodes) out of a 3 DVD set. So did my brother. He had the unfortunate timing of having been in the room when I started the first episode. Once it started, he just couldn't leave--that's how strong the addiction can hit you. The sun was rising by the time we all trudged our separate ways to bed. I felt sorry for the boys as they both had to be up within the next two hours, heading to work. I, on the other hand, got to sleep my morning away, disabled as I am from working at all.
So, back to the tube for me tonight. I've already snuck a few episodes today before going to practice (I may not be able to work, but I can sure stand on a volleyball court and get some touches in) and I'm going to do as many more as I can tonight. Addictive stuff I tell you.
Thursday, July 07, 2005
Rejected--na-na-na-na!
Hehehe. The font I use is "verdana"; however, I just typed it in as "verdanana", reminding me of the song that has a part that goes "na-na-na-na." If you know what song this is, then perhaps you found my typo as amusing as I did. If you don't know what I'm talking about, then never mind you.
I was supposed to go to Wonderland tomorrow, but my plans got all screwy then cancelled (at no one's fault). But the thing is, I'd had it all planned out! I was going to head out early, pick up BigSexy, and be at the park by opening. Once we got there, I was going to suit up with my tensor and air-cast and hobble with my crutches over to the entrance. There, we would buy our tickets, and then go in and ask for a courtesy wheelchair for me. From that point on, BigSexy would wheel me around from ride to ride, for front of the line access, baby! It was going to be splendid! Who's going to tell the wheelchair ridden girl to wait at the end of the line? That's right. Alas, my shamming will have to wait for another day.
Instead, BigSexy and I are probably going to head down to the beach early tomorrow. Either just for a walk or just for lunch, we'll see, but all's I know is that fun times are always to be had down at the beach.
Oo-oh! New York is excitingly in the works. Sure I'm going down to play in a tournament at a time I shouldn't be playing. And sure I'm riding down with a rival club's team consisting completely of boys not yet old enough to drive. And I know I haven't been working for over 2 weeks and have had no income for that same amount of time. But it's VOLLEYBALL. If it's any consolation, my own team may not enter the tournament, so I may not get to play. And though it's a rival team, I'm dating their ringer--I've been dating him longer than this team's been a team. And though I haven't been working, guess who just found a cheque lying on her desk that's been waiting to be deposited for the last 3 weeks?
Booyah: I was meant to go to New York.
In other news, I tried to go and donate blood today, but was rejected after 3 minutes of pumping because my veins were too weak. Who gets rejected from trying to help? I feel like such a failure. In an attempt to make it up to me, the volunteers covered me in stickers and still offered me juice and cookies at the end--however, I still felt like the reject I was, especially when it was revealed that the next lady to come to the juice and cookie table had just donated for her 136th time. Damn woman and her powerful veins. Even Esquire got to donate successfully, even though he'd only been at the mall to say "hi" and to buy groceries. :( Maybe next time.
C'mon, who could reject this face? Wouldn't you want my blood?
I was supposed to go to Wonderland tomorrow, but my plans got all screwy then cancelled (at no one's fault). But the thing is, I'd had it all planned out! I was going to head out early, pick up BigSexy, and be at the park by opening. Once we got there, I was going to suit up with my tensor and air-cast and hobble with my crutches over to the entrance. There, we would buy our tickets, and then go in and ask for a courtesy wheelchair for me. From that point on, BigSexy would wheel me around from ride to ride, for front of the line access, baby! It was going to be splendid! Who's going to tell the wheelchair ridden girl to wait at the end of the line? That's right. Alas, my shamming will have to wait for another day.
Instead, BigSexy and I are probably going to head down to the beach early tomorrow. Either just for a walk or just for lunch, we'll see, but all's I know is that fun times are always to be had down at the beach.
Oo-oh! New York is excitingly in the works. Sure I'm going down to play in a tournament at a time I shouldn't be playing. And sure I'm riding down with a rival club's team consisting completely of boys not yet old enough to drive. And I know I haven't been working for over 2 weeks and have had no income for that same amount of time. But it's VOLLEYBALL. If it's any consolation, my own team may not enter the tournament, so I may not get to play. And though it's a rival team, I'm dating their ringer--I've been dating him longer than this team's been a team. And though I haven't been working, guess who just found a cheque lying on her desk that's been waiting to be deposited for the last 3 weeks?
Booyah: I was meant to go to New York.
In other news, I tried to go and donate blood today, but was rejected after 3 minutes of pumping because my veins were too weak. Who gets rejected from trying to help? I feel like such a failure. In an attempt to make it up to me, the volunteers covered me in stickers and still offered me juice and cookies at the end--however, I still felt like the reject I was, especially when it was revealed that the next lady to come to the juice and cookie table had just donated for her 136th time. Damn woman and her powerful veins. Even Esquire got to donate successfully, even though he'd only been at the mall to say "hi" and to buy groceries. :( Maybe next time.
C'mon, who could reject this face? Wouldn't you want my blood?
Monday, July 04, 2005
Canadian Cuties
So I DIDN'T play in the Canada Day tournament this weekend, but was there both days from beginning to end to cheer on my teammates. I offered them as much support as I could from the sidelines; from fetching duffel bags mid-game, to bandaging injuries between serves. The one supportive action I provided that takes the cake though, has got to be lending my running shoes to the one girl that forgot hers at home...the one girl that happened to have helped me sprain my ankle a week ago in the first place. No hard feelings, but did she feel awful--first taking me out of the game, then taking my shoes to boots. Hehehe. At least we played well.
Best time-outs of the weekend
On the girls' side: So that mommy on-court could get baby off-court some apple juice.
On the guys' side: So that the team's star player could finish taking his whizz by the pine-trees lining the parking lot.
Best Stupid story
UGee got the NASTIEST gash on his knee this weekend, but it wasn't from diving for the ball. It didn't even happen on the court. And no one else was physically responsible for it.
UGee was sleeping in a chair when Dang walked up and squirted him with water from a bottle Dang was holding at crotch level. Dang trotted away for a bit of a head start and waited for UGee to leap out of his seat after him. Well, UGee DID leap, but fell right there. Dang came to a stop and watched. UGee got up shook himself off and tore after Dang who had resumed his head start. A few steps into it, Dang looked back, and guess who was back on the ground?
Poor UGee had this HUGE bloody gash on his knee (eww) that had to be held together with more than one whole packet of gauze, and both medical and athletic tape.
Apparently his brain was awake, but his legs weren't.
Finally, The Best/Cutest Pictures of the weekend
Of course, they have nothing to do with the games going on around.
This little girl was the CUTEST. Not even 2 years old, she'd come up, pet Hunter, and then run away to tell someone that she'd "pet woh-woh." Adorable.
Best time-outs of the weekend
On the girls' side: So that mommy on-court could get baby off-court some apple juice.
On the guys' side: So that the team's star player could finish taking his whizz by the pine-trees lining the parking lot.
Best Stupid story
UGee got the NASTIEST gash on his knee this weekend, but it wasn't from diving for the ball. It didn't even happen on the court. And no one else was physically responsible for it.
UGee was sleeping in a chair when Dang walked up and squirted him with water from a bottle Dang was holding at crotch level. Dang trotted away for a bit of a head start and waited for UGee to leap out of his seat after him. Well, UGee DID leap, but fell right there. Dang came to a stop and watched. UGee got up shook himself off and tore after Dang who had resumed his head start. A few steps into it, Dang looked back, and guess who was back on the ground?
Poor UGee had this HUGE bloody gash on his knee (eww) that had to be held together with more than one whole packet of gauze, and both medical and athletic tape.
Apparently his brain was awake, but his legs weren't.
Finally, The Best/Cutest Pictures of the weekend
Of course, they have nothing to do with the games going on around.
This little girl was the CUTEST. Not even 2 years old, she'd come up, pet Hunter, and then run away to tell someone that she'd "pet woh-woh." Adorable.
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