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?
The Police opened the Grammy Awards.
They should have been on longer since the rest of the show has been very Meh.
