Tuesday, December 21, 2004
Here's A Thought...
Ok, so I have a guestbook on my blog, but onlly my cousin and myself have signed it. I have had over 200 visitors here since Thanksgiving Vacation, but NO ONE WILL SIGN MY FLIPPIN' BLOG. It is muy irritating, k?/ So SIGN IT ALREADY. That is all.
Rockin' @ Atlas & Hall
So work this week is way more fun that last week was. Luke is back from the University of Arizona, and Chago's sister is here from St. Edwards [Ester, your shoes rule!], and Dameon and Sam are off from McHi, so we're having a blast again. The old school crew only needs good ol' "Dubbya" to get us back to the way we used to be.
The Cast***
Hector: The Head File Clerk, 30 years old, Catholic and Mexican [and when I say Mexican, I mean MEXIcan-Cheech and Chong + a Ghetto Pick-Up + Luther Vandross + a funny laugh]. He's hillarious. He cracks down if you're lazy, but he's totally cool.
Norma [Mother of Sam}: Secondary file clerk. She's sweet and kinda quiet, and really hard working.
Chago: Secondary file clerk. He's 25 and is in school part time - he supports his Grandma and is helping to put his sister through college @ St. Edwards. He's quiet and hard-working. We call him "the Zen Master". Picture this:
*Luke: "Oh NOOOO!!! There are at least 25 FAXES in each machine and the confirmation box is overflowing, the copy jobs are stacked to the cieling and the mail has to be metered and second-checked. OH NO, ROSA WANTS ANOTHER EMERGENCY FAX. Wait, Anne just called and she's mad - WHERE'S THAT AFFIDAVIT FOR REX? CRAP - MARIJKE IS COMMING! OH NO! I'm all alone and it's already 4:25"
*[Walking in from running an errand]Chago: "Hey, go take this fax down the hall, and I'll handle this."
When Luke comes back, everything is done, 4.62 [we timed Chago once - just kidding] minutes later. TA - DA, Chago the Zen Master.
Sam: @ McHi, Sam is a character - he's got quite a mouth on him and is kinda spacey, u know the type. He's really easy going for the most part though.
Luke: Luke cracks me up - he's a Freshman @ the University of Arizona, and he's like the funniest guy I've ever met. He's very Connan O'Brien and he, Dameon & I pretty bunch bounce comments off one another all day and entertain the entire file clerk crew [the FCC 2623] and the FLEET OF SECRETARIES who work at this RIDICULOUSLY LARGE LAW FIRM.
Dameon: Hey, this guy is my buddy, is @ McHi and he helped me close files last summer. He is huge [six foot three and a solid 245 lbs] - a football player, and he good easily beat up a lion or an iguana [a lion has prowess over an iguana, or a monkey]. He and I love to score El Pato on break, under the code name "Larry".
Janet: Office manager. In an office with like 27 attorneys and a herd of secretaries and legal assistants, she's like for real "IT". Unless you're a "SPECIAL PARTNER" she OWNS YOU. She's tiny but scarier than a democratic majority in the house & senate and I swear she could run the pentagon. She has this thing about safety hazards ['DAMEON, pick up that paper clip on the floor, it's a safety hazard." "Luke, move that box, it's a safety hazard." "Sam, that child is a safety hazard - DESTROY IT."
So, in the mornings, Sam shreds in the file room with his headphones out, completely zonked. Dameon, Luke, and I go back to the old STCC building the Law Firm owns behind the massive building they actually have their offices and law library in. D & I close files and Luke shreds while we jam to my iPod jimmy-rigged to a stereo. Sometimes, we wonder what happened to Ashlee, who just disappeared a month ago...hmm [Hector says she got involved in an underground Chinesse boxing league].
Usually, we take our 15 minute break [honestly, the 30 minutes we SEEM to have spent in the break room is a figmant of your imagination, I promise...] around 10.
After lunch [which Hector gives to us 15 minutes early unless you're Daniel Crane, who isn't home this vacation], Dameon and I close files for about an hour, then head over to file room to help with rush copy jobs, general refiling and FAXES [DOOM DOOM DOOM!!!!! - insert scary music here]. Luke joins us @3:30 when Sam goes home with his mom [they open the office @ 7:30].
Today was pretty funny as days go, topic of the day: why Star Wars episode one is pathetic. More later.
Secret Squirrel Out
The Cast***
Hector: The Head File Clerk, 30 years old, Catholic and Mexican [and when I say Mexican, I mean MEXIcan-Cheech and Chong + a Ghetto Pick-Up + Luther Vandross + a funny laugh]. He's hillarious. He cracks down if you're lazy, but he's totally cool.
Norma [Mother of Sam}: Secondary file clerk. She's sweet and kinda quiet, and really hard working.
Chago: Secondary file clerk. He's 25 and is in school part time - he supports his Grandma and is helping to put his sister through college @ St. Edwards. He's quiet and hard-working. We call him "the Zen Master". Picture this:
*Luke: "Oh NOOOO!!! There are at least 25 FAXES in each machine and the confirmation box is overflowing, the copy jobs are stacked to the cieling and the mail has to be metered and second-checked. OH NO, ROSA WANTS ANOTHER EMERGENCY FAX. Wait, Anne just called and she's mad - WHERE'S THAT AFFIDAVIT FOR REX? CRAP - MARIJKE IS COMMING! OH NO! I'm all alone and it's already 4:25"
*[Walking in from running an errand]Chago: "Hey, go take this fax down the hall, and I'll handle this."
When Luke comes back, everything is done, 4.62 [we timed Chago once - just kidding] minutes later. TA - DA, Chago the Zen Master.
Sam: @ McHi, Sam is a character - he's got quite a mouth on him and is kinda spacey, u know the type. He's really easy going for the most part though.
Luke: Luke cracks me up - he's a Freshman @ the University of Arizona, and he's like the funniest guy I've ever met. He's very Connan O'Brien and he, Dameon & I pretty bunch bounce comments off one another all day and entertain the entire file clerk crew [the FCC 2623] and the FLEET OF SECRETARIES who work at this RIDICULOUSLY LARGE LAW FIRM.
Dameon: Hey, this guy is my buddy, is @ McHi and he helped me close files last summer. He is huge [six foot three and a solid 245 lbs] - a football player, and he good easily beat up a lion or an iguana [a lion has prowess over an iguana, or a monkey]. He and I love to score El Pato on break, under the code name "Larry".
Janet: Office manager. In an office with like 27 attorneys and a herd of secretaries and legal assistants, she's like for real "IT". Unless you're a "SPECIAL PARTNER" she OWNS YOU. She's tiny but scarier than a democratic majority in the house & senate and I swear she could run the pentagon. She has this thing about safety hazards ['DAMEON, pick up that paper clip on the floor, it's a safety hazard." "Luke, move that box, it's a safety hazard." "Sam, that child is a safety hazard - DESTROY IT."
So, in the mornings, Sam shreds in the file room with his headphones out, completely zonked. Dameon, Luke, and I go back to the old STCC building the Law Firm owns behind the massive building they actually have their offices and law library in. D & I close files and Luke shreds while we jam to my iPod jimmy-rigged to a stereo. Sometimes, we wonder what happened to Ashlee, who just disappeared a month ago...hmm [Hector says she got involved in an underground Chinesse boxing league].
Usually, we take our 15 minute break [honestly, the 30 minutes we SEEM to have spent in the break room is a figmant of your imagination, I promise...] around 10.
After lunch [which Hector gives to us 15 minutes early unless you're Daniel Crane, who isn't home this vacation], Dameon and I close files for about an hour, then head over to file room to help with rush copy jobs, general refiling and FAXES [DOOM DOOM DOOM!!!!! - insert scary music here]. Luke joins us @3:30 when Sam goes home with his mom [they open the office @ 7:30].
Today was pretty funny as days go, topic of the day: why Star Wars episode one is pathetic. More later.
Secret Squirrel Out
Sunday, December 19, 2004
Legally Blonde and Vivian
You know what people? I have recently watched Legally Blonde with my parents, and I have to say, my favorite character is Vivian. The whole time you're watching this movie, you're meant to think badly of her, that she's evil and she's a man-stealer and a jerk. But you know what, I think she deserves major props because she had to make the hardest decision there is: dump your man and be friends with his ex-girlfriend - YOUR MAN IS NO GOOD. Notice throughout the movie, she is realizing that Warner is a jerk, such as the time he tells Elle to only think about herself and not to worry if she gave Brooke her word or not. Basically, it took guts for Vivian to tell Warner tht he really wasn't what she once though he was, and definately not what he thought he was. She sands up for herself and makes friends with Elle. That's guts right there.
She's my favorite because it's hard to say that your boyfriend/fiance isn't worth your time of day. It creates a feeling of wasted time and effort in you, and makes you feel mean. It's not easy, but she did it. She gets five daises [because I like daises more than stars.]
She's my favorite because it's hard to say that your boyfriend/fiance isn't worth your time of day. It creates a feeling of wasted time and effort in you, and makes you feel mean. It's not easy, but she did it. She gets five daises [because I like daises more than stars.]
Tirade
So let's talk about today's adventure. This is my blog, so if you don't like the following, get your own.
It REALLY REALLY annoys me when people think that they are the ONLY ONES who are entitled to be obnoxious or have their own opinion. Furthermore, it really bugs me when they would rather demean your response patterns than discuss the issue, because they know
1) They can never win [if changing your mind is their goal]
2) They realize the futility of their arguments.
Well, it stands to reason, that if you want to start an argument or discuss something controversial, you should limit the frame of reference and audience to those with whom you'd like to discuss it. [Most of you remember the Jeff McCain/Jake Roseberry e-mail circulations of 2004??] If you don't want to have a discussion with more than one person on an issue, a market place of ideas if you will [props to John Stuart Mill, the man was pretty smart u know?], THEN DON'T SEND AN EMAIL TO A BUNCH OF PEOPLE. You start the discussion, you pick the audience, you have infinate prep time. You don't want them to hear my reply - YOU SHOULD NOT HAVE INCLUDED THEM IN THE CONVERSATION. PERIOD.
Bugs me, just bugs me.
Furthermore, you want to make me read e-mails about how we should all be so quick to reply to your original e-mails, and you want to start the incinuation that one of your friends is doing well to pay you more attention, then you best be ready for a reply. It's not obnoxious or evil - it's in jest - the same as your original statement. DON'T tell me how upset someone else is because of my response - they have a problem - let them come and talk to me.
Bugs me, just bugs me.
So u know what, to those of you who are concerned with this, I'm sorry if you're upset about my attempt to continue your own conversation patterns, and I'm sorry if it embarrasses you to have my reply circulated amongst those who were privy to the original conversation. If it truly is a problem, then I'm sorry becuase I don't like confrontation and I definately don't like to upset my friends. Sorry. I'm sorry because it upset you. But don't misunderstand me, my interpretation still stands.
Finally, I think I've had enough of this conversation period. I won't change my mind on race relations and that's it. Am I closed-minded - maybe. Or maybe, closed-mindedness is the assumption that just because I'm a first generation american I have to think a certain way, and that I have to join some over-inflated, self-important, underground minority revoltuion. Closed-mindedness is a double standard that only I can care about my being hispanic, or black, or native american, or Irish, but if anyone else does - WATCH OUT!! DARN THOSE RACISTS! Close mindedness comes from saying that only I can make deroggatory comments about my ethnic group, but OTHER PEOPLE WHO AREN'T LIKE ME can't. Close-mindedness is saying racisim is bad and evil without recognizing that every time I group people into "white people" as a category and decide they are all the same and all against me, I am practicing the worst kind of racism there is : the kind with a double standard that only goes to display my ignorance and willingness to incite passion in the minds of others. Real closed-mindedness is when I am allowed and even encouraged to associate myself with people who are the same color as me or the same ethnic group as me because that means they are like me and will be my friends - by my "own people"! And then, as a group, we decry segregation. Ironic, isn't it?
Finally, closed-mindedness is that perception that all statistical minorities which do NOT subscribe to the idea that oppression is huge and alive today in all aspects of life, and that outrage is the answer are sell-outs, dumb, or "missing the point". I think it is you who miss the point, oh race-monger. Untill you quit telling everyone what color you are, and how important that is to who you are, no one will be able to forget, because YOU won't let them. The only reason your race, heritage or ethnic group works against you is because YOU DEMAND THAT IT DOES. Let them be and they'll let you be. And if you can't, let me be. Because I'm very busy relying on other dictators of my fortune, because I don't believe in fortune, and I don't believe in chance. Life isn't fair, or didn't you get the memo? I'll get you another copy. But I'll tell you something, it's unfair TO A LOT OF PEOPLE, ALL AROUND THE WORLD. And until you are being forced to work as a prostitute at the age of 9 with 15 customers a day, I don't want to hear about it, ok?
So what, the lady at the Minnessotta airport wanted to know my country of origin, and so what if she didn't believe me when I told her America? Yah, that sux. And yah, it angers me and hurt my feelings. But you know what, she did it to protect this country from threats from abroad, and I'm darn lucky to sit in my house and tell you on my brand new iMac over broadband internet al about it, and not get thrown in prison. Shoot, I'm lucky to be INSIDE instead of UNDER A TREE like my dad was when he was little in Mexico before he came here. Let me give you a piece of advice, it's stupid to come to America to continue to live in Mexico. So don't come here to live in your own prison, and then complain to me about it. When you quit oppressing women and other statistical minorities or unpopular groups with your DAILY speech patterns, music choices, and consumption patterns, you can give me a call. Untill then, muse to someone else, because I'm busy working in America, dreaming in America, thankful to live in America.
It REALLY REALLY annoys me when people think that they are the ONLY ONES who are entitled to be obnoxious or have their own opinion. Furthermore, it really bugs me when they would rather demean your response patterns than discuss the issue, because they know
1) They can never win [if changing your mind is their goal]
2) They realize the futility of their arguments.
Well, it stands to reason, that if you want to start an argument or discuss something controversial, you should limit the frame of reference and audience to those with whom you'd like to discuss it. [Most of you remember the Jeff McCain/Jake Roseberry e-mail circulations of 2004??] If you don't want to have a discussion with more than one person on an issue, a market place of ideas if you will [props to John Stuart Mill, the man was pretty smart u know?], THEN DON'T SEND AN EMAIL TO A BUNCH OF PEOPLE. You start the discussion, you pick the audience, you have infinate prep time. You don't want them to hear my reply - YOU SHOULD NOT HAVE INCLUDED THEM IN THE CONVERSATION. PERIOD.
Bugs me, just bugs me.
Furthermore, you want to make me read e-mails about how we should all be so quick to reply to your original e-mails, and you want to start the incinuation that one of your friends is doing well to pay you more attention, then you best be ready for a reply. It's not obnoxious or evil - it's in jest - the same as your original statement. DON'T tell me how upset someone else is because of my response - they have a problem - let them come and talk to me.
Bugs me, just bugs me.
So u know what, to those of you who are concerned with this, I'm sorry if you're upset about my attempt to continue your own conversation patterns, and I'm sorry if it embarrasses you to have my reply circulated amongst those who were privy to the original conversation. If it truly is a problem, then I'm sorry becuase I don't like confrontation and I definately don't like to upset my friends. Sorry. I'm sorry because it upset you. But don't misunderstand me, my interpretation still stands.
Finally, I think I've had enough of this conversation period. I won't change my mind on race relations and that's it. Am I closed-minded - maybe. Or maybe, closed-mindedness is the assumption that just because I'm a first generation american I have to think a certain way, and that I have to join some over-inflated, self-important, underground minority revoltuion. Closed-mindedness is a double standard that only I can care about my being hispanic, or black, or native american, or Irish, but if anyone else does - WATCH OUT!! DARN THOSE RACISTS! Close mindedness comes from saying that only I can make deroggatory comments about my ethnic group, but OTHER PEOPLE WHO AREN'T LIKE ME can't. Close-mindedness is saying racisim is bad and evil without recognizing that every time I group people into "white people" as a category and decide they are all the same and all against me, I am practicing the worst kind of racism there is : the kind with a double standard that only goes to display my ignorance and willingness to incite passion in the minds of others. Real closed-mindedness is when I am allowed and even encouraged to associate myself with people who are the same color as me or the same ethnic group as me because that means they are like me and will be my friends - by my "own people"! And then, as a group, we decry segregation. Ironic, isn't it?
Finally, closed-mindedness is that perception that all statistical minorities which do NOT subscribe to the idea that oppression is huge and alive today in all aspects of life, and that outrage is the answer are sell-outs, dumb, or "missing the point". I think it is you who miss the point, oh race-monger. Untill you quit telling everyone what color you are, and how important that is to who you are, no one will be able to forget, because YOU won't let them. The only reason your race, heritage or ethnic group works against you is because YOU DEMAND THAT IT DOES. Let them be and they'll let you be. And if you can't, let me be. Because I'm very busy relying on other dictators of my fortune, because I don't believe in fortune, and I don't believe in chance. Life isn't fair, or didn't you get the memo? I'll get you another copy. But I'll tell you something, it's unfair TO A LOT OF PEOPLE, ALL AROUND THE WORLD. And until you are being forced to work as a prostitute at the age of 9 with 15 customers a day, I don't want to hear about it, ok?
So what, the lady at the Minnessotta airport wanted to know my country of origin, and so what if she didn't believe me when I told her America? Yah, that sux. And yah, it angers me and hurt my feelings. But you know what, she did it to protect this country from threats from abroad, and I'm darn lucky to sit in my house and tell you on my brand new iMac over broadband internet al about it, and not get thrown in prison. Shoot, I'm lucky to be INSIDE instead of UNDER A TREE like my dad was when he was little in Mexico before he came here. Let me give you a piece of advice, it's stupid to come to America to continue to live in Mexico. So don't come here to live in your own prison, and then complain to me about it. When you quit oppressing women and other statistical minorities or unpopular groups with your DAILY speech patterns, music choices, and consumption patterns, you can give me a call. Untill then, muse to someone else, because I'm busy working in America, dreaming in America, thankful to live in America.
Dumb Cowboys
Well, first of all, I'd like to apologize for not posting a while. I've been busy with work and law school applications and sleep etc. Also, my brothers and my dad were wicked sick and by Wednesday, so was I. I'm gettin' better now though...
So, the Cowboys just blew another game, and I'm saddened by yet another loss to the undefeated in the NFC East Eagles (Darn you Donavan!). If we won the game, we still couldn't be in the playoffs, but we coulda stuck it to the Eagles, denying them home field advantage for the playoffs which they have now securely grabbed. Darn it.
****I HATE THE EAGLES - CASEY YOU STINK!****
Oh well. I'm enjoying my vacation thus far (minus the sickness part) and have already had many great adventures. However, it seems rather pointless to write about them on days when they don't happen. So, I'll just write about them as they happen from now on, I promise.
My knitting project for the week is a blanket for my mom out of super soft White TLC Yarn, it's so pretty with little eyelets and stuff, looks like lace. I guess I could take a picture when I'm done. Also, I'm making a scarf for Andrew out of burnt orange and white volour (go UT) for when they play in DC for the inauguration. I'm excited about the scarf - it's got the SHAZAAM stripes (thank you Mrs. Denman for that fantastic description) they have on their uniforms. I get way to happy about knitting, you know it?
So, the Cowboys just blew another game, and I'm saddened by yet another loss to the undefeated in the NFC East Eagles (Darn you Donavan!). If we won the game, we still couldn't be in the playoffs, but we coulda stuck it to the Eagles, denying them home field advantage for the playoffs which they have now securely grabbed. Darn it.
****I HATE THE EAGLES - CASEY YOU STINK!****
Oh well. I'm enjoying my vacation thus far (minus the sickness part) and have already had many great adventures. However, it seems rather pointless to write about them on days when they don't happen. So, I'll just write about them as they happen from now on, I promise.
My knitting project for the week is a blanket for my mom out of super soft White TLC Yarn, it's so pretty with little eyelets and stuff, looks like lace. I guess I could take a picture when I'm done. Also, I'm making a scarf for Andrew out of burnt orange and white volour (go UT) for when they play in DC for the inauguration. I'm excited about the scarf - it's got the SHAZAAM stripes (thank you Mrs. Denman for that fantastic description) they have on their uniforms. I get way to happy about knitting, you know it?
Monday, December 13, 2004
Darn It
Ok, so I think that God may find himself to be rather humorous. I woke up really late today [around 11] to get ready for work, and I noticed something rather unfortunate: it was dark outside - and it was COLD. That's right, I said cold, C-O-L-D cold. It's cold here in McAllen today [aka it's only like 60 degrees or something], although I've been informed that it was it's usual pretty self BEFORE I woke up. Ok, ok, so I'll get up early from now on.
Well, I'm dressed and headed out the door in my gray pants, black shirt and black heels [ I love Old Navy]. My pretty purse makes me happy...I should be home around 6:00 so untill then
Peace Out Everyone!
M Town Stomp
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Well, I'm dressed and headed out the door in my gray pants, black shirt and black heels [ I love Old Navy]. My pretty purse makes me happy...I should be home around 6:00 so untill then
Peace Out Everyone!
M Town Stomp
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Sunday, December 12, 2004
VACATION...YES!
Allrighty then, school is over for now and it's time for my month long vacation. Excited, you betcha! Goodness, after my ConLaw final on Friday, I was ready to sleep for like a year. Unfortunately for me, I still had to finish my honors capstone project...and of course, Layne chose NOW to be incapacitated [I TOLD HIM ABOUT THAT BIKE MANY A TIME...AH WELL.]
I packed my stuff up yesterday morning and pulled out at 10:12 AM from mi casa. Then, with Tyler in my car and a one Jeremy Pond behind us, we headed to Starbucks for one last semester hurrah [stopin' off at Dr. Dillman's of course, to drop off my Senior Capstone -hahahaha!!]. The Strawberries & Creme was good and the company and converstion were better, so it was a nice start to my Christmas Holidays.
Well, we gave Jeremy Pond his present at Starbucks, and he loved it [I think, sometimes he's hard to read, but he's so intense if he hated it we probably would've known.] See, our good friend Mr. Pond works at the KACU radio station and unfortunately, must spend these first two weeks of Christmas Break in ABILENE. And, he's only a Freshman, and he's only SEVENTEEN!! [So, I definately would've cried if that were me.] So, unbeknowst to him, I alert a good 16 people or so to this terrible miscarriage of justice, and we get a crackin'. We made him an Xpando [like what we use for DB8]. We decorated it and indexed it for his 2-week stay. There's one letter for every single day he'll be alone in Abilene from a different person, a giant card, introductory instructions, emergency entertainment, movies and books he should see, a Hastings Rental Account and much more. [It was, after all, a 31-pocket Xpando!] It was a good thing...plus, the Xpando was DECORATED...I LOVE STICKERS.
Moving on...
After leaving Starbucks I headed out of Abilene [Thank God] and toward home. However, I stoped in San Antonio where my brothers, my father, some familly friends, and I watched the Spurs / Caveliers Game @ the SBC Center. It was GLORIOUS. And, WE WON! GO SPURS, GO SPURS, GO SPURS...ahhh, yes it was good. [Also, I watched the brillance of Lebron James in action. He dunked on Tim Duncan. Then, at one point when it looked as if he was going up for a rebound on a Spurs Shot, he SMACKED the ball instead. And, he hit the ball sooo hard it flew the 30 feet off the court and like FIFTY FEET into the air. Spiffing, simply spiffing. The King was in the house.]
Well, I'm tired today and stuff, but good to be home. We'll see how the vacation unfolds. I'm definately starting work tomorrow at Atlas & Hall [afternoons only - I'm to tired for full time right now].
Peace Out
M TOWN STOMP
I packed my stuff up yesterday morning and pulled out at 10:12 AM from mi casa. Then, with Tyler in my car and a one Jeremy Pond behind us, we headed to Starbucks for one last semester hurrah [stopin' off at Dr. Dillman's of course, to drop off my Senior Capstone -hahahaha!!]. The Strawberries & Creme was good and the company and converstion were better, so it was a nice start to my Christmas Holidays.
Well, we gave Jeremy Pond his present at Starbucks, and he loved it [I think, sometimes he's hard to read, but he's so intense if he hated it we probably would've known.] See, our good friend Mr. Pond works at the KACU radio station and unfortunately, must spend these first two weeks of Christmas Break in ABILENE. And, he's only a Freshman, and he's only SEVENTEEN!! [So, I definately would've cried if that were me.] So, unbeknowst to him, I alert a good 16 people or so to this terrible miscarriage of justice, and we get a crackin'. We made him an Xpando [like what we use for DB8]. We decorated it and indexed it for his 2-week stay. There's one letter for every single day he'll be alone in Abilene from a different person, a giant card, introductory instructions, emergency entertainment, movies and books he should see, a Hastings Rental Account and much more. [It was, after all, a 31-pocket Xpando!] It was a good thing...plus, the Xpando was DECORATED...I LOVE STICKERS.
Moving on...
After leaving Starbucks I headed out of Abilene [Thank God] and toward home. However, I stoped in San Antonio where my brothers, my father, some familly friends, and I watched the Spurs / Caveliers Game @ the SBC Center. It was GLORIOUS. And, WE WON! GO SPURS, GO SPURS, GO SPURS...ahhh, yes it was good. [Also, I watched the brillance of Lebron James in action. He dunked on Tim Duncan. Then, at one point when it looked as if he was going up for a rebound on a Spurs Shot, he SMACKED the ball instead. And, he hit the ball sooo hard it flew the 30 feet off the court and like FIFTY FEET into the air. Spiffing, simply spiffing. The King was in the house.]
Well, I'm tired today and stuff, but good to be home. We'll see how the vacation unfolds. I'm definately starting work tomorrow at Atlas & Hall [afternoons only - I'm to tired for full time right now].
Peace Out
M TOWN STOMP
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