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Here’s a little tidbit that I learned while playing basketball that I want to share with you: even though it looks like fun, walking on the tops of your feet isn’t all that easy. In fact, it’s a good way to end up with a normal sized ankle, and one that looks like it is getting ready to give birth.

But I will say that I have come up with some rather creative new swear words at about every other step. My personal favorite: fuckballs. One word that expresses the entire gamut from anger to pain, disappointment to resentment, rage to acceptance, and more.

Well, it’s time for me to hobble on over to bed and try to sleep with my foot in an elevated position. Gimpy out.

I’ve always had a love-hate relationship with bowling, and I think it stems from the fact that bowling balls are not made for people with big thumbs and weak wrists. Honestly, not everyone that enjoys bowling is a carny (”small hands, smell like cabbage”), and I just happen to be one of those persons.

I’m actually a pretty good bowler. Let me rephrase. I’m actually a pretty good bowler after a couple of beers. My average score goes up about 45-50 pins per game after I’ve had a drink or four as opposed to when I’m sober. I don’t know why, and I’m not really looking for a reason, I just wanted to share.

But I will say that the most frustrating thing about bowling is trying to find a good ball. It seems like every single bowling ball that is made for general use is for people with exceptionally small thumbs, or with exceptionally strong wrists. Now I’ll be the first to admit that I’m no Hercules (Her-cu-leez! Her-cu-leez!), and having to use a 15 pound bowling ball pretty much kills the fun I have while bowling. Plus it hurts like hell on my wrist.

Hmmm, maybe I need to look into getting my own ball?

Pics are up.

Sorry that it has taken me so long to post them here, but I’ve been busy. Well, let me take that back-I haven’t been busy, but I’ve been lazy. And Seattle has had snow and ice for the last week and a half which is really starting to annoy me. If I wanted snow and ice I would have stayed in the Midwest gawdemmit…

Anyway, here is a little preview of some of the festivities that occured at New Year’s. Unfortunately, I was a little “under the weather”*, so I only took pictures for about an hour, and mostly before people showed up to party. But I think that I got a couple good shots, and I even managed to get home by 6am…

*Under the Weather: another way of saying drunk out of my gourd.

So I do have a couple of posts that have been floating around in limbo for a while, and I’ll try to polish those off and get them online. Including, but not limited to, my New Year’s Resolutions (or lack thereof), a couple different and interestng conversations that I’ve had with people over the last month at bars, 2006-Year in Review, and more. Plus I’ll tell about how I made my brother change the date of his wedding so that I could go to MARS again…

1. It will just end up on the internet anyway.
2. That damn’d chihuahua.
3. Nicky Hilton is hotter —>
4. She’s friends with Britney Spears.
5. Did I mention that millions will know about it and judge you?
6. She’ll sing for you
7. Or worse, make you watch her tv show
8. Socialite Schmocialite.
9. You can’t fix stupid.
10. Wait, Paris doesn’t have sex anymore