links for 2009-08-29
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I love it when the Smith Cotton High School Marching Band can stir up some local drama all because of t-shirts!
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You know what I hate more than pretty much anything? When I get professionally done emails (i.e. newsletters from stores and/or major sporting organizations) that have a glaring spelling order. It draws away my attention so bad that I can’t even take that email seriously anymore.
I just got this:

I mean, I get that it’s from the WNBA, so maybe they can’t afford proofreaders. But c’mon, it’s hard enough for people to make you think you have credibility as an actual major sports team, so when you don’t proofread your emails, it’s even harder for fans, like myself, to justify why people should take the Lynx seriously and not as some waste of money/time/talent.
P.S. Thanks, Google Ads, for pointing me to where I can buy some Stinky Hockey Gear.
And I think you should all bookmark this.
I’m seriously tired of pretty much everything on TV.
My DVR is full of different stuff – America’s Got Talent, Jon & Kate Plus 8, Intervention, Top Chef Masters, and I don’t know what else. I like watching TV, I do. In fact, it’s my favorite way to wind down shortly before going to bed. But lately, I honestly can’t handle it.
We just watched the latest Jon & Kate Plus 8 and within the first ten minutes, The General asked why we were even watching the show because I’d already threatened bodily harm on both Jon and Kate. I hate Kate’s hair and her sense of entitlement and after catching up on my daily newsfeed of Perez Hilton (shut up, it’s totally true), I think it’s safe to say that Jon’s a giant douchebag. His popped up collar of his rugby shirt on tonight’s episode sealed the deal on the douchebag status for me.
After that, I noticed there was an episode of America’s Got Talent from yesterday. I made it all the way through the introductions before I had to fast forward Mr. Mariah Carey’s idle chit-chat with David Hasselhoff. During my brief bitch session about how stupid the Hoff was, I managed to come up with a plan on what I’d want to audition with should I ever get the opportunity to try out for America’s Got Talent. I’m going to do a remake of this video:
Laying on the floor drunk eating a cheeseburger? I can totally win$1,000,000 and a show in Vegas for something like that. Who wouldn’t pay inflated ticket prices to see me doing a show like that at some fancy hotel on the strip?
Sometime in mid-July, the homies and I went camping. The General stayed at home leaving me to my own devices. And my own tent, which I set up all by myself for the first time ever, thank you very much. It didn’t leak and there weren’t any wild animals inside it when I went to bed each night, so I’d say it was a success.
Here are the pictures from said event. I really wish I would have kept a journal – or more specifically a poop journal – so I could write about the time in more detail. Jenni has awesome pictures, too. Here are some my personal favorite from the trip:
The 3 Day is coming up, right? We’ve discussed that multiple times on ye ol’ Facebook status and blog here. I’m very excited for it. Jenni and I have purchased the majority of our supplies to turn out 15 passenger van into a VEGAS OR BUST themed party van. Our showgirl outfits should be arriving in the mail shortly. And if that doesn’t happen, I hear we’re getting super awesome t-shrits instead. And green visors.
In any case, they’re doing something this year that I would love for each and every one of you to do and it only costs as much as a STAMP. They’ve given us an address where we can receive letters from our supporters! While it may not seem like a lot, there’s nothing more uplifting then finding a letter or a postcard from a friend or familiy member after a long, long day on The 3 Day route.
Send letters (or anything that will fit in a letter-sized evenlope) to:
Breast Cancer 3-Day Camp Post Office
ATTN: Wendy Berry (or Wendy Berry, Esquire)
PO Box 25068
Woodbury, MN 55125
I know you’ve heard a lot about this lately from me, but it’s just really important to me. Like incredibly important to me! The deadline for sending me a letter (or poetry, or a drawing or even cash and/or plane tickets) is August 11th (that’s the postmark date!), so you should probably get on it!
It’s still not too late to donate. It’s never too late to donate!
(I know I’m way behind on this. I slack sometimes.)
Jenni and Matt had been talking about ESPN’s Streak for the Cash forever, but becauase my internet time has severely diminished between a job that actually keeps me busy (and one I love) and The General that also keeps me busy (and another one I love), I kind of put it in the back of my mind. And then sometime last month, I got hooked on it. Badly.
Early in my random sports-picking days (again, we’re talking last month), I wound up with a streak of 12. TWELVE. I was justaboutthisclose to moving to Vegas and setting up shop at The Sports Book. Or whatever that place is called that I would end up losing my entire $27 savings account, especially if I started picking all-day long cricket matches like I did sometime last week. Bad idea.
Over the last week, I haven’t been able to get my streak over two, which made me cry a little. But now I’m feeling it – I’m back on a roll with a streak of 4 – only 9 more until I can get my free ESPN the Streak t-shirt (or other ESPN-related prizes associated with this contest).
Today, I wound picking the following to get myself rolling again:
As much as I love the picking who’s going to win matchups, I’m starting to get a kick out of picking over-unders and whatever stuff like that is called in the betting world. There’s hardly any logic to it, plus it helps me get back up to speed on all the sports I’ve been missing out on the last couple of years.