If you find that T-shirt, send me one, please.
Shira, what part of "...go out and get a t-shirt made" didn't you understand?
*puts Shira front and center in the line of fire*
Have a nice evening.
Go ahead. Fire away.
Industry party tonight. I've already left. As Maggie Smith so eloquently opines in "Gosford Park:" "Why must one attend these things?"
Of course I went to win an iPad. We'll see.
My goodness, your industry has nice door prizes, Deet.
Evening Adults - Game 7 tonight - I am sure that means little to nothing to most of you. But, GO LAKERS!
I could find some pom poms and cheer for you, YWIW? The pom poms are from an old Christmas decoration. Does that matter?
Yeah, Hep, iPads are the door prize of the moment - everyone is giving them away!
Lakers. That's sports, right?
I must attend the wrong parties. No iPads, no Deet.
Hep - that will work!
And D2 - think of it as tall men with very good legs running up and down the court!
I have been in an elevator with the starting lineup for the Portland Trailblazers. Tall is the correct adjective.
basketball is pretty much the only professional sport I don't follow. Growing up my brother and I were always begged to play since we were tall but I just never got the appeal. But then again, I love NASCAR and plenty of people don't get the appeal of that either.
Instead I watched the Yankees go down in a ball of fire.
YWiW, you've given me an idea for a new musical: THE LADY IN THE LAKERS. I'll write it for Cheyenne.
And a part for me with court side seats, please.
Basketball's all I knew growing up, because of the bro. Up until I was eight, we could roll out of bed, stroll out the door, walk about 50 feet and end up on the bb court in the park we lived next door to. When we moved, my dad wound up having a half court built in the backyard for Jimmy. We'd be out there shooting hoops, sometimes at midnight in the summer. I'm sure the neighbors loved us.
The Yankees were another passion of the bro's, so I didn't have much choice in that, either.
Football, on the other hand, I barely know a thing about.
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GIRLY!!
Believe it or not, I actually do know a thing or two about basketball, and I even played on a team in 5th grade (a growth spurt made me one of the tallest in my class at the time.) I sort of enjoyed it, and I was pretty good at it too.
Two things stopped me from continuing: My parents.
I bought a hoop for our backyard, and my father never put it up. When I tried to put it up myself I fell off the ladder, and my mother put an end to all basketball, period.
(I think she was tired of driving me to the games.)
So that's my basketball story.
Poor me.
Aww...he should've put it up for you.
Hi.
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I love meeting for late night posting!
He should have done a lot of things he didn't do, Girly. I have no doubt he loved me and did the best he could for both of us, but he was not a very warm or approachable man, at least not to his own kids. He was far more comfortable with our cousins than he was with us.
That makes me sad. *bear hugs Deet*
And I'm shocked you're not telling me to "get to bed, Girly!".
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You haven't been around much lately and I've missed you, so I'm cutting you some slack.
Yeah, it has been a week from hades. The boss was supposed to be in Dallas at this intense upper management symposium M-Th, but cancelled out Sunday night, and wound up at the doctor on Monday with a diagnosis of bronchitis. I was off Monday, so imagine my surprise to find him online from home when I got in on Tuesday. Him being sick and working from home kept me more busy than if he'd been in front of me in the office! I sent him an e-mail before I left that some of us had decided he should stay home tomorrow, even if he's feeling better, so he won't relapse or bring in any germs that might still be clinging to him. He wrote back that he'd "take it under advisement". LOL!
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It's been a pretty intense week for me too. All kinds of stupid wrapped up in all kinds of dumb.
I hope he stays home tomorrow. I wish I hadn't played the sick card last Friday, I could sure use another Friday away from that place.
You have a lot of that "all kinds of stupid..." at your place.
I don't play the sick card often, if at all. Afraid it's gonna come back and bite me in the butt.
I'm all for Mondays off rather than Fridays. Fridays are usually a "coast through" day, and almost seems a waste to take off.
And on that note, I'd better get to bed. Gorgeous breeze coming in tonight, so it's going to be lovely sleeping with the windows open rather than the a/c on. Hope to pop in a little bit tomorrow.
MWAH!!
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Me too, Girly. G'night. MWAH right back atcha.
Add me to the "surrounded by stupid people", club. To the point where someone said "Go back to LA, there's sane people.". It's THAT kind of week.
But you are going back to L.A., right Shira? And no offense intended to our other beloved left coasters, but in your particular case that's stupid!
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