Soccer Past...

For those of you that remember, I use to play on a soccer team. Ohhhh, the good ol' days. Well, while cleaning out my inbox I found this old nugget of nostalgia...

9/29/06

Another one barely bites the dust. But another one down - congratulations team! But we almost got Harry seeing red (he was only seeing a dark pink - phew, that was a close call!)

Final Score: 9-8, which makes our record 6-1. Scorers for the evening included our hat trickers Joe & Harry (under the weather too - good job coach), Christina (you go girl!) and Jeremy with his first goal (sweet old man!) ;-)

Good hustle by the girls. Boys, I think you could have picked up the pace. (What? I'm just say’n!) And per our coach, we were standing around too much watching and not getting in to position and helping out. This includes both offense and defense. So lets all try to make it to practice on Sunday to brush up on our skills.

But to end on a positive note - we've been rocking the indoor soccer house! Let's keep it up and take the prize (there is a trophy or something right?) ;-) As usual, feel free to join the discussion if I missed any game highlights or if you just want to talk some shizit.

Coe - "the toe"

P.S. No red cards - way to keep your cool Dennis and Nelson. Actually, the team we played last night was probably the first team we didn't have words with. We should send them flowers...

The crazy cat lady

No, I haven't become one. Of course I used to be afraid that I would....being single for too long can do that to a girl. I imagined that kids would dare each other to come up to my house and ring the door bell then run away saying, "Ewww, I touched the crazy cat lady's door!" At winter they wouldn't throw snowballs, they would throw cat litter balls. You know, the clumping kind. It's a legitimate nightmare for us single gals. After yet another failed date I'd firgure I might as well throw up my hands in defeat and start the cat collecting process. But alas, I am dating now, so that future has been shoved aside for a happily ever after. For now. However, just in case I keep a cat adoption site as a bookmark.

Conspiracy theorist...

Yes, I can admit I've felt this way once or twice. Especially when you gang b@ng on a project and only one team is allowed to concept freely without mind of a budget....hmmm....

My pathetic showing at the poker game...

I was out on the second hand. Can you believe that shista? Mind you, it was a good hand but some fool got a flush on the river. I wanted to send him up the river. I had two pairs - aces and kings. And the hand before that (yes, that would be the first hand of the night), I had two pairs as well - aces and tens. My opponent got three of a kind. And in case you're wondering, yes, it was on the river. Somebody throw me a freak'n paddle already!

"Out damn spot..."

I once had to memorize a monologue from Macbeth but now all I can remember is “Out damn spot, out I say!” And recently I just got done memorizing a three-page presentation for a client. I’m curious what I’ll remember from it in five years.

The Hardwood Suite is sweet...

Click on the title to check it out. Just got done recording my radio with George Maloof at the Recording Studio, which is also pretty bad arse. And that's all I have to say about that.

The blind leading the blind...

I've heard the saying. I know what it means metaphorically. But until the other day at the gym, I had never actually seen it transpire in its true literal meaning. So I am warming up on a bike before my training session and in walks a blind woman and a blind man. I think he was less blind than her because it appeared as if he was doing most of the leading...although they both had a walking stick. I don't know, but I thought it was worth mentioning. Maybe not. Maybe it's like one of those stories you retell but it gets lost in translation...hence the term, "I guess you had to be there."