Thursday, August 30, 2007

Looky, Ookie



Ok, It's a crying shame and a darn waste. I conducted an informal poll of middle school students the other day and probably 50% of male students surveyed wanted to be involved in professional sports at some point in life.



Michael Vick was born in the seedy Newport News, VA to a 16-year-old girl who already had one child. His mom ran a tight ship, but his dad wasn't around when he was growing up.

Boys in the poorer parts of town dream of professional sports like the Blue Collars dream of the Lotto!

Sooo...Vick was a kid with a rough start who really "made it". Now, he's going to jail. Stupid. Gambling and brutally killing dogs. Vick, why'd you do it? It couldn't have been about the money?

So, the Falcons lose one of the only good things they had going for them. No wonder the locals tune in to college ball. Oklahoma State is going down. Indeed.

Good night. Days off. I am newly in love with Labor Day!

Aubrey

Monday, August 20, 2007

North Fulton Dining

I love this place. You said it, Mel. Delish.
PERFECT for a breezy evening a few hours after working out...when you're j u s t hungry again. Good food, good eats, good Lord Father, thank you for the talents that put this place together. mmmm mmmmm good.

Creative Loafing's Review

Sunday, August 19, 2007

the Kirbles



Hey Kebs,

You know... pretty soon, your little girl will have as many nicknames as you did when we were growing up. Didn't I call you Svensen at one point? That's what love is all about, girl....errrr...Svensen. ;)

Let's be neighbors. Think about it. Atlanta has jobs, preschools, Reserves bases, schools, mountains, lakes, highways that lead to large bodies of water, highways that lead to Mom and Pops, aaaaaaaaand me. :)

Love. Propositions. You should visit and check it out.

Arbalita

p.s. What kind of dog is A. again?

Sunday, August 12, 2007

It could've been worse!

I swallowed a Junior Mint WHOLE at the movies last night. Do not attempt an uproarious cackle while eating a Junior Mint. :) Thank goodness they're squishy. Alas, it could have been worse.

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Aubs

Tuesday, August 7, 2007

Oh, Christopher Reeve

How must it have felt for a completely ACTIVE dude to lose the ability to wave even his hand? It must've been like he lost himself in that fall. It must've felt like a horrible trick...like the worst thing that might happen. Ever.

I haven't been in this much pain in years. Road rash. It's just road rash. I haven't been shot or maimed, really. It could be so much worse.

Lesson Learned:
1. Wear knee pads
2 There is a moment, subconscious or not, in so many situations when I think we have a choice: be free OR chose to fear. Yes, I think fear is a choice. There was a moment rolling down that hill when I think I allowed myself to be afraid and that's when I fell. It happens in relationships, sports, jobs, etc. It kills. Fear kills.

Ouch. Ouch. Ouch.
I really don't understand how people in pain on those hospital infomercials can be soooo sweet. I am grouchy as a green trash-dwelling muppet.

Aubrey

Monday, August 6, 2007

Smatterings on the Pavement

So, I bit the pavement the other day rollerblading.
So, I left a blood mark the size of my fist on the trail.
So, I somehow managed to land on the backside of my upper thigh.
It's pretty darn mangled.

I've discovered I'm not as tough as I thought I was. Do you have to be in labor to request an eppidural?

I usually digest about 6 ibuprofen per year. I've had 3 today. Kiss me and call me wimpy. Just do it.

Love,
Mangled Fleshita Aubrecita Neosporina

p.s. When did the price of iodine go up? :o)

Friday, August 3, 2007

Escobar's Got Some Arm!

Ok, I just have to say... It CRACKS me up how intense these baseball dudes get when they crack helmets with one another or crack a hand across another player's bootay. Forget about line drives and deep left field, these guys are professional butt smackers. Seriously. I've taken some liberties and put together a guide for the non-professional.

HOW THE PROS ROLL
1. Put on the jersey of your choice (if you're not sure about this step, try one with a Cardinal on it).
2. Find a buddy who deserves a hearty "congratulations".
3. Squint as if there are stadium lights blaring above you and jog toward your buddy with purpose.
4. Start with a smooth slap to the helmet (*if no helmet is present, the head will have to substitute), then swing your hand down and finish with a nice, light-yet-targeted butt smack.
5. Nothing says "You're the man" like a professional grade fanny smack.

heh. ooooooh, the pros. Fall is coming!

Aubrey