Seventy-one-year-old Olympic champion Dawn Fraser subdues and helps capture teenaged burglar at her home:
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"This guy came out of the gate and grabbed me and I grabbed him by the ear and I kicked him in the groin.
So he had to let me go. He threatened my life and I got really annoyed about that and just grabbed him by the ear and the hair."
Grabbing an ear and kicking a groin? That sounds like a scene from a Three Stooges movie. It's bad enough to be a burglar. It's bad enough to be a bad burgler. But to be a bad burglar that gets caught after being kicked in the groin by a 71-year old? Ouch, on multiple levels.
someone please tell me not to punch my fellow condo board member in the face. He changed "If you are renting your unit, please forward us a copy of your lease, per the condo bylaws" to "Renters, if you could send us a copy of your lease that would be super" in a letter to the owners.
First, you sound like a teenaged girl. Second, a copy of the lease is not optional, it's mandated by the bylaws. Third, it is the responsibility of the owner, not the renter, to provide the information. Fourth, you do not describe something as "super" in a business communication. Yes, we want to be the board that cares, but it's still business.
Grab him by the ear and knee him in the crotch, Vortex. It worked for Dawn Fraser.
Monday is being mixed for me. The extra good workout yesterday proved just how much I did, for this morning, it felt like the earth and moon were both on all my arms and legs. Ooff. I go to rehearsal hall to set up sound system for visiting designer who "needs it ready to go when I land". Then wait. And wait. While he decides to shower and nap after landing. Then finally arrives, anounces that he probably won't need the system until Wednesday, and is going to do lunch. Great. I'll go to my office 20 minutes away now, glad I spent the morning getting you set up for Wednesday. And thanks for being considerate and all. So, I think I'll leave work early today. Bah.
On the good side, the Vitamin C + Day/NightQuil seems to have knocked this cold thingie down before it got out of hand.
Picspam of the cutie pie nephew
Ded of cute.
Not here. On work computer. Back soon.
That's just really assholish behavior from your designer. Is it anyone I know?
We are going to look at the baby today at 2:45. Exciting! He has been pretty active lately, but the movements are still on the soft side. I definitely feel them and know it's him, but DW hasn't been able to feel him yet. She is so excited to feel some kicks - is cute. She also keeps saying, "Can they just give us the baby already???" Hahahahaha! It's so sweet seeing her getting into Mommy-mode.
I'm skipping to post:
5,147 words. 23 sources, not including references to sources I didn't quoted directly. I now understand to where 7 months of my social life went to.
Yes, the last paper as a freshwoman, and the one I was so excited about, is now complete (except for the additional editing I'll probably have tomorrow).
I have tears in my eyes, y'guys.
::applauds Shir and throws Cabana Boys::
Could've been roses, but I figured you'd appreciate the boys more.
I know that I’m a bit … jaded … when it comes to my mother’s treatment of me, so can I ask for an opinion on something?
My sister’s best friend (SBF) and SBF’s boyfriend came up to the cabin over the Fourth. She has always been considered a part of the family and is always welcome – open invitation per my parents. So the sleeping arrangements were: Brother and Fiancé in the camper (Fiancé might need her privacy, according to my mother). Sis and Husband on the futon (Husband cut the tip of his finger off and couldn’t sleep in a tent. That one I totally get.) Em and I in a tent. SBF and BF in a tent.
B&E are our (Joe and my) best friends. We are Godparents to each other’s oldest children. They just moved back to Michigan. My family (us, my parents, my sister and her husband) are going up to the cabin over Labor Day. I called and asked my mom if B&E and their kids could come up. I was told, “No – there isn’t any room.” I said, “They could stay in the camper, Jess and Matt on the futon, and Joe, Em, and I in a tent. “No. Your sister needs the camper. She needs to get some rest.” (Jess is having her third thyroid scan in a couple of weeks.) I say Jess didn’t mention that when her and I talked about it on Friday. “It doesn’t matter. That’s how it’s going to be. There’s no room. No.”
Am I being childish in that I want to call fucking shenanigans? Or is this more bullshit favoritism of my sister that my mother is so gloriously famous for? Mind – I have NEVER asked for anyone to come up before during a family holiday. Ever.
I get that it's her cabin and she gets to have final say, but I guess I'm sick to effing death of being the one who always has to hear "no".
