Hey-oh. Looking forward to some dance tonight. I’ve been such a boy lately what with all the sports and playing in the dirt and drinking beer with a bunch of dudes. I have to wear tight dresses to work and go be graceful in dance class just to feel feminine again. And, because it looks like our new quarterback in flag football is going to throw frozen rope, down field passes I might need to wear flowers in my hair every day of the week so I don’t start walking around like a dude and showing everyone my burgeoning biceps. I slapped my friend Julie on the butt at the Braves game the other night. I seriously need to go shopping and have a mani-pedi like quick. Digressing…
So, a few things. There’s still some things I’m trying to work out in my head and I’m sure as I do I’ll write about them. They concern the need to sometimes treat grown-ass adults like the children they insist on behaving like and taking away their toy, even if that toy is, in fact, you. I know. Cryptic. But you know how I roll. I’ll work it out. Till then, things…
This song speaks to me:
My friend Julie sent this to me. I’m personally a fan of #8.
So chill. He’s all, “Take it easy bra.”
I’m sorry. I cannot not. Every time.
Finding times to finish watching this. Pieces here and there while I await return emails or whatever. I heard about it a week or so ago and apparently, according to my sister Juli, it’s pretty damning. Good rule of thumb: don’t piss off Navy SEALS.
Oh for the love of all the babies, I need to make this. This is a Thanksgiving thing I think, for sure.
This shirt is amazing. My sister Lou loved this movie. Best Kurt Russell since Snake Plissken.
Sigh. NO. ONE. CARES. Nor should they. Politics pisses me off sometimes.
We avoided the sweep and the Wild Card is still in play but the Braves are going to have to keep it pretty tight from now until October if they want to stay in it. Because I was at the game they lost to Strasburg and the Nats are simply a great team. They simply are. And, with no disrespect to the Coach who said he will “NEVER be a Nats fan!,” I’m exploring buying the red hat if the Nats win the pennant. I’ve always said they’re my number two after the Braves. I come by it honestly. Mom’s from here after all. But pulling for the Braves till I can’t anymore… Also, there’s this.
Now, a flat out hilarious conversation I had with some folks I’m working with who aren’t actually members of my office but who have some common interests. This is how our work emailing eventually ends:
Me: “Sounds like a good idea. I’ll start keeping track of this stuff as I see news reports. Till then, there’s this:
[redacted website link]”
Colleague and friend #1: “[Redacted name of site] one of my favorite sites on the web.”
Me: “Great minds my friend.”
Colleague and friend #1: “And then there’s ours.”
Colleague and friend #2: “Fact: that is a line from Ernest Goes to Jail. Fact: I am not proud that I know that first Fact.”
Me: “Now wait just a damn minute. Jim Varney was a genius. Ernest saves Christmas is one of the greatest holiday movies ever. And I’m not being ironic.”
Colleague and friend #1: “The bank scenes in Ernest Goes to Jail were filmed about 2 miles from my parents’ house.”
Me: “That makes me feel like this:”
Me: “Does this make you kinda famous by association?”
Colleague and friend #1: “Naturally. That, and four of my high school friends were Beau’s back-up band in Country Strong — the goofballs in the van scene.”
Colleague and friend #2 via Twitter: “Currently having an email discussion about the movie Ernest Goes To Jail. #LowPoints”
Finally, we’re all still glowing and tagging like mad on Facebook. Someone at one point took a picture of the UGA/LSU crew and by God I mean to have that picture…I’m going to have to start asking around…