I often forget how awesome it is to be young and how easy it is to be friends with someone you don't know at all. Yesterday my dad had an office picnic for all his nurses and staff and I got to overhear this conversation between these two girls who had just met.
Girl 1: Hi, what's your name?
Girl 2: I'm [girl 2], what's yours?
Girl 1: I'm [girl 1], and I'm 9 years old. How old are you? You look like you're the same age as me?
Girl 2: Oh yeah, I'm also 9.
Girl 1: Yeah, I thought so. So do you wanna play volleyball?
Girl 2: No. I mean I'm really good at volleyball but I don't feel like it. Do you wanna get a cookie?
Girl 1: Yes, omg {she actually said omg, not 'oh my god') they're so good, I already had two!
In about 2 minutes these girls covered the basics and moved on to eating with each other. I'm going to start conversations by asking people how old they are. I think I'm at a point where it's still acceptable to ask a girl how old she is and if she wants to play volleyball. The best is that with dudes it's even easier - you just start playing a game with them and you're best friends without ever name or age dropping.
That's all that's happening now. Go big or go home.
-M, p, z & shredder
tfln: "(706): don't look now, but that cross eyed girl is staring at you... and me. "
Monday, August 24, 2009
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Assh*le...
It's strange how easily hate comes. Now I've been edging toward hating this b*tch for the better part of the last two seasons, but his new look has solidified my hate. Unrelenting anger towards him.
Notice the change in facial hair and haircut, as if he went from being on Robin Hood's side to being the Sheriff of Nottingham's ball licker. The colors clash with my eyes. I hate the Celtic colors (the Spartans Green and White has a much more natural hue and we also had it first) and as if that wasn't enough, he even has a 'I'm a b*tch who will shoot three pointers all day unless someone like KG will yell at me for it' look that makes me want to punch him square in the face. I can't wait to boo the sh*t out of this motherf*cker the next time he's at the palace. Now don't misunderstand, I don't want him as a piston - he's more of a liability than AI. But not Boston. If he went to the Spurs he would have been great again. Pop would have molded him back into the player LB turned him into. But Doc is going to let him be free and leave it up to Garnett to reel him in and Sheed is going to think he is the sh*t when he's not. Whatever. Not like we're going to make the playoffs...
Go big...
-M, p, z & shredder
Notice the change in facial hair and haircut, as if he went from being on Robin Hood's side to being the Sheriff of Nottingham's ball licker. The colors clash with my eyes. I hate the Celtic colors (the Spartans Green and White has a much more natural hue and we also had it first) and as if that wasn't enough, he even has a 'I'm a b*tch who will shoot three pointers all day unless someone like KG will yell at me for it' look that makes me want to punch him square in the face. I can't wait to boo the sh*t out of this motherf*cker the next time he's at the palace. Now don't misunderstand, I don't want him as a piston - he's more of a liability than AI. But not Boston. If he went to the Spurs he would have been great again. Pop would have molded him back into the player LB turned him into. But Doc is going to let him be free and leave it up to Garnett to reel him in and Sheed is going to think he is the sh*t when he's not. Whatever. Not like we're going to make the playoffs...
Go big...
-M, p, z & shredder
Sorry...
I didn't forget about you, I've just been busy. I'm sorry, I know how you all wait on the edge of your seat for the next though to roll out of my head and onto your screen, like little frogs waiting for a fly to land on your tongue. That's kind of weird.
I've been road tripping, chilling and summering and loving every minute of it. I love all four seasons and I never readily admit that I love one any more than the other, but now, after nearly 27 years on this earth, I'm ready to go ahead and say that summer is my favorite holiday. Now don't get your knickers in a bunch, I love fall and halloween and thanksgiving and football and crunching leaves. I love winter and snow and jackets and sweaters and ice and christmas. And I love spring and april showers and may flowers, but f*ck, the poet Kid Rock said it best, 'it was summertime in northern michigan.' And for my money, there is nothing in this world that is greater than a summer in michigan on a lake. You can have your sharks and your oceans and your whales and your cities and your pools - gimme a boat and a lake and I'm set for life.
So why don't I move to a place down south where I can live on an inland lake and have my cake and eat it too. Well, first of all I'm not 80 so I can't move to florida. Second, you can't appreciate the summer and the absolute contentment that sitting on a boat in the middle of lake michigan or huron without the harsh winter or the gradual spring. You can't sip your beer and savor every drop of it while swimming in the lake without going through 8 months of not being able to do it. My heaven has me on a boat with the sun shining and a beer in my hand, summer tunes and awesome people and there is only one place where all this can happen and that's michigan.
So that is why I haven't been blogging. I've been summering. Enjoying the weather, the beach and the lake and also running. I started my 9 week training program this week so on october 18th you can find me 13.1 miles down the road at the finish line.
I had a bunch of things on my mind but all I can think about is going outside right now and enjoying the last month of this. As always, go big or go home.
-M, p, z & shredder
tfln quote: "(803): Reach down the front of your pants and feel around for a while. When you find your balls, leave the library and meet me at the bar."
I've been road tripping, chilling and summering and loving every minute of it. I love all four seasons and I never readily admit that I love one any more than the other, but now, after nearly 27 years on this earth, I'm ready to go ahead and say that summer is my favorite holiday. Now don't get your knickers in a bunch, I love fall and halloween and thanksgiving and football and crunching leaves. I love winter and snow and jackets and sweaters and ice and christmas. And I love spring and april showers and may flowers, but f*ck, the poet Kid Rock said it best, 'it was summertime in northern michigan.' And for my money, there is nothing in this world that is greater than a summer in michigan on a lake. You can have your sharks and your oceans and your whales and your cities and your pools - gimme a boat and a lake and I'm set for life.
So why don't I move to a place down south where I can live on an inland lake and have my cake and eat it too. Well, first of all I'm not 80 so I can't move to florida. Second, you can't appreciate the summer and the absolute contentment that sitting on a boat in the middle of lake michigan or huron without the harsh winter or the gradual spring. You can't sip your beer and savor every drop of it while swimming in the lake without going through 8 months of not being able to do it. My heaven has me on a boat with the sun shining and a beer in my hand, summer tunes and awesome people and there is only one place where all this can happen and that's michigan.
So that is why I haven't been blogging. I've been summering. Enjoying the weather, the beach and the lake and also running. I started my 9 week training program this week so on october 18th you can find me 13.1 miles down the road at the finish line.
I had a bunch of things on my mind but all I can think about is going outside right now and enjoying the last month of this. As always, go big or go home.
-M, p, z & shredder
tfln quote: "(803): Reach down the front of your pants and feel around for a while. When you find your balls, leave the library and meet me at the bar."
Thursday, August 06, 2009
In Training...
Some of you (myself included) may be wondering where all this running is going. What's the purpose of making my feet look gross and wasting hours every week with nothing to show for it other than getting healthy? Well it now has a purpose. On October 18th I will be running the Half-Marathon in Detroit. It's not as much of a commitment as the Marathon, obviously, but it will mean I won't be able to get insane at all most tailgates next year and I won't be doin' much sunday boozin (unless something sounds really fun). As far as everything else, I have given up chips and candy and fried food (sweet sweet succulent fried chicken) and replaced it with fruit. Lots of fruit. Which is great and not that hard because I love fruit, but it's nice out and I want a Snickers Ice Cream Bar right now. F*ck it, I'm gonna eat one. But after that, then I'm done. Or at least when this box is gone...
Secondly, and maybe more importantly, something cool happened to me that I've been waiting to happen for a while. I have always wanted my "Cheers." A place where I can go and they know me, not just by face, but by name. It sort of eventually happened in East Lansing at Beggars Banquet and The Riv (best bar ever) but only after going there for a long time and ending up knowing people who knew the people who worked there. It wasn't a bar though. It was my favorite Thai restaurant. I found it almost a year ago. It's probably the best Thai food in Manhattan and its BYOB so it's always cheap and a good time. I almost never eat out but when I do, this is the only place I go. Anyway, I was there last week and the host/waiter/possible owner or owner's son recognized me and knew me by name. It was awesome. I always order the same thing and don't need to look at a menu or point (Pad Prik Kingh - chicken with string beans) so the next step is walking in without waiting in line and not ordering. They just bring me a wine key and a pat on the back.
Anyways, that's whats up with me. I'm out. Go big or go home.
-M, p, z & shredder
oh ps - TFLN: "(720): have you ever been in a public bathroom and someone walked in, and you played "Fat or Crying" based on her breathing? "
Love it.
Secondly, and maybe more importantly, something cool happened to me that I've been waiting to happen for a while. I have always wanted my "Cheers." A place where I can go and they know me, not just by face, but by name. It sort of eventually happened in East Lansing at Beggars Banquet and The Riv (best bar ever) but only after going there for a long time and ending up knowing people who knew the people who worked there. It wasn't a bar though. It was my favorite Thai restaurant. I found it almost a year ago. It's probably the best Thai food in Manhattan and its BYOB so it's always cheap and a good time. I almost never eat out but when I do, this is the only place I go. Anyway, I was there last week and the host/waiter/possible owner or owner's son recognized me and knew me by name. It was awesome. I always order the same thing and don't need to look at a menu or point (Pad Prik Kingh - chicken with string beans) so the next step is walking in without waiting in line and not ordering. They just bring me a wine key and a pat on the back.
Anyways, that's whats up with me. I'm out. Go big or go home.
-M, p, z & shredder
oh ps - TFLN: "(720): have you ever been in a public bathroom and someone walked in, and you played "Fat or Crying" based on her breathing? "
Love it.
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