Wednesday, May 31, 2006
"I don't know what the HELL happened with the MAVS. It may be a combination of me not watching the entire game and Jenny physically being in the city where the game took place. I can only hope that total humiliation will rev our engines like never before and we will demoralize the Suns for two straight games. Sheesh. The game tomorrow night shal be redemption!"
Amen K, amen.
Tuesday, May 30, 2006
Thursday, May 25, 2006
Here's my take on Game 1. Remember Game 1 of the Spurs/Mavs series. We were off our game, maybe even a little too used to playing Memphis, a series devoid of true entertainment value. The rhythm was off the speed was messed up, things didn't go well. BUT we bounced back.
Give us another practice and Avery yelling some sweet nothings in everyone's ears and we're right back in the game.
One more thing. I heard the Dallas Morning News told fans to boo Nash, but he's Steve Nash a class act former Mav, big momba jomba, quick foot, long haired, MVP basketball playin' man. You can't boo Nash! After hearing about how sad Finley was when the Mavs fans booed him I can't bare to think that we are inflicting that kind of pain on dear little Nashy.
Wednesday, May 24, 2006
I've been wanting the Daniel Powter cd for a while and have been slowly buying the songs one by one on iTunes. I am now the owner of the entire album and decided to do a little research about the man.
In reality my only goal was to find a single picture of him without some sort of hat on. When I started looking I found picture after picture with hat head. This got me thinking...what's wrong with his head? Why is he covering this up? Is he balding? Is he already bald? Does he have one of those Mikhail Gorbachev red splat marks on his melon?
The answer to all these questions is no. According to Wikipedia, when Daniel Powter was little he was hit by a car and left with a large scar on his head. He wears a hat to cover the scar, and has over 40 beanies in his wardrobe.
I'm sure all of you already knew this but I had to crack the code and inform everyone of my new found bit of useless trivia.
Monday, May 22, 2006
How can one company be so cool? This boggles my mind. This is the new Apple Store on Fifth Avenue in New York City. New York is so lucky. To see more go here.
Thursday, May 18, 2006
Tuesday, May 16, 2006
Monday, May 15, 2006
Ok, this is post number two for today, but I have two stories I need to divulge to you.
Story 1: This weekend there was a 48 hour Brady Bunch marathon. I know what you're thinking and it is a lot of crazy Brady-ness. I was never a huge fan of the Brady’s and only watched when the other choice was MASH or other low caliber shows, however Katy turned it on Saturday morning and we kept coming back to it again and again. I spent a great deal of my weekend watching the Brady's going to the Grand Canyon, having a see-saw record breaking contest, building boys and girls club houses, getting stuck in a freezer, and having family photos taken, you name it I pretty much saw it.
The highlight of all the Brady’s would have to be when Katy described the Brady Bunch Reunion (which her family watches every Easter and she doesn't know why) to me where you find out what happened to all of them. To my dismay none of them went on to become drug addicts, alcoholics, or porn stars, but according to Katy one of them almost got a divorce...which was conveniently resolved by the end of the storyline.
Story 2: I decided to go get a pedicure this weekend since I wear flip flops most days now and people have to see my feet. Well the lady doing the pedicure told me that I cut my toe nails too short...something I don't have a problem with. Better too short than too long if you ask me.
Well, according to her cutting your toe nails too short is bad for your heart and can cause you to die. I know what you’re thinking this lady is crazy...and that is totally true. However, if I do die in the next couple weeks I want you all to make sure to tell the doctor that I cut my toe nails too short and not to bother with an autopsy.
As far as I'm concerned any game that combines smooth moves, sweet kicks, monster jams, and the occasional Ron Artest moment to keep you on your toes is as good as it gets.
Thanks James Naismith for reading up on international games in 1891 and coming up with your own version called basketball. The only purely American sport.
ps. Is it just me or does this look like Dirk and Nash if they were playing in the 70's?
Thursday, May 11, 2006
Kristi: So what have you been up to lately?
Voldemort: Oh same old same old. Trying return to my celebrity status, but as usual getting crapped on all the way.
Kristi: Sorry man.
Voldemort: No worries, I'm working on a new plan to update my image. Maybe I should hook up with Lindsay Lohan or I could break up Britney Spears marriage and father her child.
Kristi: She's already pregnant again.
Wednesday, May 10, 2006
It also appears as though the person that owns the car lives on a steady diet of Wendy's. Only a small portion of the trash can be seen from this angle, but you can see at least three cups and two bags of trash from the Old Fashioned hamburger joint.
I'll admit this blog has literally no point whatsoever. And considering I failed to blog yesterday you would think this would be a stellar entry, but I feel as though I have failed to reach even the sub-genius level. To fill the void I will now post the picture of the dude on the huge tricycle.
Monday, May 08, 2006
Jackie was kind enough to purchase a lovely donkey piñata from the Mexican store. Keep in mind this store does not sell actual Mexicans. Sadly the donkey was red, white and blue…not the red, white and green you would think it would be, but it still did the job. We couldn’t find a hole to put the candy inside so Jackie took the liberty of creating her own hole, an ass hole if you will. Here she is filling said donkey through said hole.
Here’s Katy at the bat.
Friday, May 05, 2006
Hoopla! Last night was yet another amazing night! First we played a round of Jeopardy and Andy kicked some serious butt as usual. Next the real fun began with a little game called Hoopla. There are four possible ways to play each card:
Tongue-Tied: "Funky. Footwear. Fashionable. Fad." … "It's platform shoes!" Brainstorm words that all start with the same letter to describe the card you're holding.
Soundstage: Why does your friend look like he's trying to hail a rescue plane while humming your school's fight song? He's acting out "cheerleader"! This activity encourages you to act out fun clues -- with sound effects!
Tweener: "It's bigger than a gladiator, but smaller than Rome." … "That's the Colosseum!" Craft a pair of clever clues to help teammates zero in on the answer.
Cloodle: Is that a drawing of a safari or animal crackers? Hey, it's the zoo! Get in touch with your inner artist as you sketch fun clues about the cards in your hand.
This may sound like another game of Cranium and frankly it is quite close but after recrafting the rules and throwing the timer out the window we were able to create some choice memories.
Here are my top five:
1. Katy crowd surfing on the couch while trying to act out "mosh pit"
2. Andy flexing, not flashing us, and pretending to be a boozer while trying to act out Marti Gras.
3. Me using the phrase "muppet flip top head" to help them get to Pez
4. Kristin's clue, "it's bigger than a biscuit
and smaller than the Stay Puff Marshmallow Man" Priceless!
5. Katy playing the pretend piano and saying "whooooo whoooo" in an effort to be Elton John.
Needless to say it was an AMAZING night that can not truly be described in words. Thank you Hoopla!
Thursday, May 04, 2006
All hail Michael! You're one crazy ass mo fo, but at least Anna Lucia is dead. Props to Adam for calling that right before it happened, genius.
Last night was a ridiculous night of television. ANTM, Alias, Lost, Idol (which I don't really follow but now know that that one girl got kicked off), that's roughly 2 1/2 hours of my life that are gone and would never ask to get back. All in all an amazing night.
Katy and I had our first session yesterday. I use the word session loosly beacuse she is neither a psychiatrist or a mental health professional of any kind. She IS however, the owner of an interesting book called The Color Code. I've taken these color tests several times but it is always fun to take them again. Turns out I am mostly white and blue...a true Mavs fan to the core as you can see. Some noted celebrities that also have these color personalities are Michael Jackson (scary), Jimmy Carter, Abraham Lincoln, Einstein, Princess Diana and Walt Disney. I gotta say that is quite the array of people.
According to the website whites are motivated by PEACE. They seek independence and require kindness. They resist confrontation at all costs. To them, feeling good is more important than being good. (how did they know that?) They are typically quiet by nature, process things very deeply and objectively with great clarity. Of all the colors, WHITES are the best listeners. They respect people who are direct but recoil from perceived hostility or verbal battle. (this is getting freaky)
WHITES need their "alone time" and refuse to be controlled by others. (couldn't be more true) WHITES want to do things their own way and in their own time. They ask little of others and resent others demanding much of them. WHITES are much stronger than people think, but are not often seen for their strength because they don't easily reveal their feelings. WHITES are even-tempered, diplomatic, and the voice of reason; but can also be indecisive, unexpressive, and silently stubborn. (wow, these color people are freaking amazing!) When others interact with you, as a WHITE you respond to them best if they are kind, accepting and supporting of your individuality, and if they look for non-verbal clues to understand your feelings.
Tuesday, May 02, 2006
Let me apologize in advance to Katy as she will have to hear the brunt of this shouting. BUT, if you're nice I might let you play too and we could even play against one another. Does anyone else smell good times, because I do.
Monday, May 01, 2006
1. "H yes!"
2. "I could throw that down"
3. "clutch"-in any situation, most appreciated when referring to Kristi, K, or Krizzle
5. nelly lyrics of any kind
6. "wanna be a balla....."
7. "holla! holla! holla!"
8. "I hate my CD player!!!!!"
9. "...and I'm gonna need a coke."
We miss you J-cup, you're clutch.