Ok..... well damn, here we are agan.
Haha.. how's that for an enthusiastic "Howdya Do?"
What can I say.... it's Weds, it's foggy and well- there you go. Hahah.. I think the Lunachicks actually summed up the way I"m feeling right now with this one line "People say I'm apathetic/ well I don't care & I don't regret it" YUP... they pretty much nailed it. Way to go ladies. Anyway... soooooo, on a brighter note, I ate shit so many times in practice last night, that I'm over my fear of "meeting the floor at high speeds" phase. I did manage to re-strain my thigh, do something to my thumb and aquire a giant bruise on my left hip. It ruled. Best practice ever.... you might think I'm crazy but Hell Yeah- NOW IT'S DERBY
in other news... why is it that whenever your in the "justs leave me alone" morning mood, everyone and there brother wants to chat with you? Especially those annoyingly chipper people at coffee shops that have been up since 4am and as you're lumbering in to get your morning cup of sanity, they're gearing up to go on "lunch" Normally I don't mind, but this morning, just being tired and sorta reflective... I just wanted my pretty, pretty cup of coffee..... I didn't want to field 30 questions about the mechanics of this. "No I don't want room for cream" "No- I have no idea wear my punch card is" "Yes, I want a large" "No I don't want to try one of your fancy coffees" and so on and so forth for the next 10 minutets. It's funny, cause when I'm breaking in a new coffee house, I do expect those kind of questions, and will go out of my way to be courteous, after all they were kind enough to take the time to make my coffee the way I like it (a large, house coffee, no room for cream * shrug* EASY)... but really- at the coffee house I go to almost every morning... they should know... and the funny thing is IS that they DO know....many a morning I've been in there and walked away with having to say a word, but for some reason... everynow and then ... they just "check in" and well- you got it, today was that check-in day. Complete with following me to the little "coffee accessory cart" weilding tongs and a batch of homemade donuts that they hand out as samples... I felt like I was a kid again, being chased around the house by my grandmother, hellbent on making me waffles..... "NO NONI, I DON'T WANT ANY WAFFLES" annnnndd que grandmother following me around the house, vigourously stirring the batter while "just double checking" this activity actually became an Olympic sport in my house. I learned very early on, how much energy and distance I would need to outrun her various pursuits... the 50 Yard Waffle Sprint.. was easy, cause she didn't (hell still doesn't) move too fast in the morning.. but the Mile Marathon of the Pasta Pursuit was a whole other story. In that game, she couldn't actually follow me with the simmering pot of marinara sauce, so she would settle on the wooden spoon... "Honey.. are you sure you don't want some dinner, it's your favorite" "NONI, I JUST ATE" "NO NONI, I'M NOT HUNGRY" In the end... she always won... but only because by the time she finally got me to sit down at the kitchen table, I'd worked up an appetite from running 5 miles at top speeds, within the confines of our own home. Anyway.. so in short- that was coffee house experience this morning. Exciting huh? On the bright side, I guess the guy that was trying to save the chickens with his handwritten flyer campaign- either succeeded or ran out of paper, cause his "STOP THE TORTURE" campagin flyers were no where to be found. There is hope.... who knew. hahahahhaha.... Hmmm.. I've got to stop writing so early in the morning huh? It's almost as if I just come here and menatlly download on you guys. On the UP side, you people know me better then most, due to these little rants... on the downside, you probably think I'm nuts. And if that's the case... then I give you this:
HAHAH.. I know a couple of you are over this image, since I went on a mad posting spree with it yesterday.. but I don't care... It cracks me up beyond belief... I'm aaaaa shhhharrkkkk, suuuuckkk my dickkkkkkk... I"MMM AAA SHHHAARRKKKKKKK hahahaha and JAZZ FINS - YEY-AH! Um.. I'm gonna go sit quietly now and just drink my coffee......
Haha.. how's that for an enthusiastic "Howdya Do?"
What can I say.... it's Weds, it's foggy and well- there you go. Hahah.. I think the Lunachicks actually summed up the way I"m feeling right now with this one line "People say I'm apathetic/ well I don't care & I don't regret it" YUP... they pretty much nailed it. Way to go ladies. Anyway... soooooo, on a brighter note, I ate shit so many times in practice last night, that I'm over my fear of "meeting the floor at high speeds" phase. I did manage to re-strain my thigh, do something to my thumb and aquire a giant bruise on my left hip. It ruled. Best practice ever.... you might think I'm crazy but Hell Yeah- NOW IT'S DERBY
in other news... why is it that whenever your in the "justs leave me alone" morning mood, everyone and there brother wants to chat with you? Especially those annoyingly chipper people at coffee shops that have been up since 4am and as you're lumbering in to get your morning cup of sanity, they're gearing up to go on "lunch" Normally I don't mind, but this morning, just being tired and sorta reflective... I just wanted my pretty, pretty cup of coffee..... I didn't want to field 30 questions about the mechanics of this. "No I don't want room for cream" "No- I have no idea wear my punch card is" "Yes, I want a large" "No I don't want to try one of your fancy coffees" and so on and so forth for the next 10 minutets. It's funny, cause when I'm breaking in a new coffee house, I do expect those kind of questions, and will go out of my way to be courteous, after all they were kind enough to take the time to make my coffee the way I like it (a large, house coffee, no room for cream * shrug* EASY)... but really- at the coffee house I go to almost every morning... they should know... and the funny thing is IS that they DO know....many a morning I've been in there and walked away with having to say a word, but for some reason... everynow and then ... they just "check in" and well- you got it, today was that check-in day. Complete with following me to the little "coffee accessory cart" weilding tongs and a batch of homemade donuts that they hand out as samples... I felt like I was a kid again, being chased around the house by my grandmother, hellbent on making me waffles..... "NO NONI, I DON'T WANT ANY WAFFLES" annnnndd que grandmother following me around the house, vigourously stirring the batter while "just double checking" this activity actually became an Olympic sport in my house. I learned very early on, how much energy and distance I would need to outrun her various pursuits... the 50 Yard Waffle Sprint.. was easy, cause she didn't (hell still doesn't) move too fast in the morning.. but the Mile Marathon of the Pasta Pursuit was a whole other story. In that game, she couldn't actually follow me with the simmering pot of marinara sauce, so she would settle on the wooden spoon... "Honey.. are you sure you don't want some dinner, it's your favorite" "NONI, I JUST ATE" "NO NONI, I'M NOT HUNGRY" In the end... she always won... but only because by the time she finally got me to sit down at the kitchen table, I'd worked up an appetite from running 5 miles at top speeds, within the confines of our own home. Anyway.. so in short- that was coffee house experience this morning. Exciting huh? On the bright side, I guess the guy that was trying to save the chickens with his handwritten flyer campaign- either succeeded or ran out of paper, cause his "STOP THE TORTURE" campagin flyers were no where to be found. There is hope.... who knew. hahahahhaha.... Hmmm.. I've got to stop writing so early in the morning huh? It's almost as if I just come here and menatlly download on you guys. On the UP side, you people know me better then most, due to these little rants... on the downside, you probably think I'm nuts. And if that's the case... then I give you this:
HAHAH.. I know a couple of you are over this image, since I went on a mad posting spree with it yesterday.. but I don't care... It cracks me up beyond belief... I'm aaaaa shhhharrkkkk, suuuuckkk my dickkkkkkk... I"MMM AAA SHHHAARRKKKKKKK hahahaha and JAZZ FINS - YEY-AH! Um.. I'm gonna go sit quietly now and just drink my coffee......
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Derby girls are the best thing since twinkies and tab (did I get that right?) Have you gals duked it out with our Neanderdolls yet? Italian grandma? I sure do miss my Nana. Hell yes on the black coffee, I guarantee that shark ain't drinking any frapa-mocha-whatevers.