watching Lion King mac is telling the Hyenas over and over "It's NOT funny", a line he learned from Raven on Teen Titans.
Teen Titans, Go! I am totally going to hook him up with some Teen Titans toys. Maybe the comic too. It's good for reading skills too.
When I went to the baseball tryouts, EM said, "I was talking to one of the league officers and he told me you wrote a blog about baseball."
Eeep. Strangers reading my Livejournal accounts of Little League! Everything I've got there is public and I put Little League and baseball in the tags and once he searched on "Albany" he came up with my play by play accounts of the season.
If any of you read my LJ you might've noticed I was lamenting that I wasn't going to be asked to coach this year and then practically the next day I was asked - I don't think that was coincidental now.
Eeep. Strangers reading my Livejournal
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
But it got you coaching this year, so go you.
I was watching Daytona qualifying today (hush!) and noticed one of the crew chiefs, Bootie Barker, was in a wheel chair. This guy is on tv a lot, either as a crew chief or because he does a lot of commentating on racing, and the wheel chair was new to me.
So I Google. Because it's that or preping for a big meeting this week and I am all about the procrastination.
Turns out he was paralyzed in a car accident. In high school! I never realized it. I shall now return my Observant Badge.
Sting's not
even trying to hit the high notes
.
I actually give Sting credit for aging gracefully.
Where is Sting?
I survived. Both teaching, and being taught. I stopped by my gym on the way back to use the sauna and hot tub, and I'm terrifically noodly right now. And hungry, dammit.
Krav is hard.
It took about 5 seconds of Jamie Foxx to make me turn away from the grammys.
Oh, Grammy. I'm so out of touch.
The Police opened the Grammy Awards.
Did I hear a cover of a U2 song?
I'm SO out of touch. I don't know any of these people. Except the old ones. And Jamie Foxx, because he's unavoidable.
I never cease to amaze myself with my inability to throw away magazines. I have found a box with old Spin and Rolling Stones, seemingly every Harper's Monthly I have ever gotten, and about 5 years with of Vanity Fair Hollywood issues. Most are now headed to the recycling bin.
Yet I gave away an almost complete print run of Sassy in 1997, what was I thinking?