T-Shirts Rock!

Softball is in session! Kamikaze (the reigning Co-ed Champs) is back and with a new, more colorful, look! Thanks Mike for bringing out the new cotton t's. They are very nice (picture coming soon). I will admit that I am a sucker for uniforms, and I will miss our very real mesh jerseys! Something about looking official always makes me happy. However, the new lighter look is definitely a favorite. And as long as I keep my #10- Whatever Jersey is fine by me!

Along with new shirts came a very nice 24-11 victory as well as one of my own best hits.

We were all thrown off a little during the pregame when one of our more popular bats was deemed illegal - to wide for use. Hmm- maybe that's why we're so good! Kidding. Anyhow- it was a good night for change! First inning I had a beautiful push down the third base line (for those of you who don't know- I'm Left handed - that's quite a tough accomplishment for me). It was an easy triple, but I found myself being greedy and pushed it towards home. OOPS! Big mistake. I ended up getting out and twisting my ankle pretty bad. 3RBI's though! GO Dani!

I'm not sure who else did exactly what during the game offensively, but I would definitely like to give a few shout outs to the big moments. The Mahster- who literally ran onto the field, tossed her keys and phone in the dirt, walked up to the plate, and had a very nice base hit!!

Another offensive shout out goes to our female superstar, 9er- I get excited when I get nice hits, but watching this girl swing is like watching Michael Jordan shoot free throws. Perfection of form with a bit cockiness in the corner of the mouth.

On the male end of the stick- Stathis had a beautiful unloading of the bases. Paul was robbed by the kids playing soccer. Mike made some very nice hits, as is usual though- nice work! Newcomer to the team, Towers, also rocked it out.

They say Defense wins championships- if that's so, then we are well on our way to a repeat. Starting with the best pitcher- KKK's all around- even the big guy couldn't catch a hit. If by some chance they do manage to hit it, she's all over it like a cat on a ball of yarn. Pounce Baby! Of course, since that means she's usually on her knees that makes for some interesting catches at 1st base. I'm getting better at splitting and keeping my foot on the bag. Of course- with the ump we had last night- i had to jump on the bag a few times for him to believe I was actually standing on it. Not to brag, but there were some pretty fancy balancing acts on my part last night. Good thing my ankle wasn't hurting or anything (did you note the sarcasm?). Our infield rocks all around- from quick Whit thinking at second, superB's arm at short, and 9ers phenom- abilities at third- its tough to get all the way around! The outfield also made a name for itself last night- rarely a hit got past them!

Anyway- the season is young! Good times ahead! Until next time(which is Weds) I bid thee happy hitting!

One final note- The Fanikazes also represented in full force last night! You guys are the best and we love having you come watch! We do it all for you!

G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S

Okay, so i'm not the biggest music gu-ru but i do think i have pretty good taste in tunes. I've noticed over the recent months that my 'club/dance' mixes have grown - in fact maybe tripled in size.

I'll be the first one to say that Fergie did not strike me as an artist who would become one of my favorites. London Bridge really didn't do all that much for me other than make the shoulders bounce a little when it came on the radio. Fergalicious did test my rapid fire spelling abilities, but still not much of anything to convince me that I really liked her. Then, one morning as I was getting ready for work I turned on VH1 and MTV to have a little wake up music. To my surprise the Video for Glamorous grabbed me and I could not wait another minute to have the song to listen to over and over until I had mastered the Taco-Bell rap. I think i liked the flash backs to the 'pre big screen' days most.

What is your secret pleasure song? What hit gets stuck in your head - usually at the most inappropriate times? Sexy Back? I'm a Flirt? Candyman? What songs do you get busted listening to? Buttons? Let's hear it!!!!

Catch Phrases

How many times do you say Seriously? Seriously? I mean it? I bet if you have ever seen one episode of Grey's Anatomy that word was re-established as your common Catch Phrase for all things exciting, surprising, stunning....etc. I believe I most often use it as Mere does, as a term of exasperation since I can't find a way to use 'supercalifragilistiexpialidocious' as Mary Poppins recommends.

Though I openly admit that I use it much more frequently since the shows birth 3 years ago, I still remember using the term through many occasions prior. Most revolve around my college job at Sheetz- a gas station/restaurant/all purpose stop!

Use 1- The 'Philadelphia' women forcing me to stand at the Lotto Machine for at least 45 minutes every Saturday afternoon. Those moments often created the Ally-McBeal flashes of me jumping over the counter to strangle each and every one of them until they had no numbers left to select, no more quick picks. This time- Seriously was a term of exasperation.

Use 2- 2:30am Bar Rush- The order screen goes from 2 orders to +75 and someone is shouting out at you that they have a special request for #34. My sister and I would look up, give the raised eyebrow (that we both rock at when angry- we get it from our mother) cold stare, and say 'Seriously?' The stupid drunks would be so stunned by this that they'd completely forget they had a request and just laugh their own obnoxiousness.

Use 3- The number one Seriously usage goes to 'gas pump sprayer.' We'll call her Jane. This time Jane was actually the one to use the word. She went through the process of starting the pump, but neglected to check and be sure the handle was not locked into position before lifting the handle (okay a mistake anyone could make). I glanced up from behind the food counter to see this fountain of Gasoline spraying from the pump. The look of horror and amazement on her face was priceless. Momentarily stunned, we watched. Realizing that I could do something-I hit the internal stop button. I ran out to be sure the woman was alright and start cleaning the gallons that had been sprayed all over the place. As I approached this wide-eyed; middle aged woman, she looked at me and said 'Seriously?' - Classic

Those are my top 3 pre-Grey's moments with the word.

There are so many words, phrases, expressions out there, that everyone thinks they originated them. Currently - I claim the phrase 'hello chicken' to be my own. Again, another Sheetz moment relived for years. This phrase is currently used by DC pals. Some in mockery and some as just a comical expression because they enjoyed hearing the story as I grumbled about its blatant reusage! Its only if they can say it in the silly voice that it really counts!

There are other phrases - Like calling everyone Paco- that I know must be used across the states. I can't remember if it was my sister or our pal Rob who used the term first and then spread it like wildfire. Rob stole 'what' (a low pitch, stunned, shocked, surprised version of the word) from a late night customer who didn't understand that we didn't have something available. We all used that one for months (i still do today). Its all about the memory chain!

The funniest part is that when people start copying you, not even necessarily copying, but say they start re-using the word- they find it in them to decide THEY invented it. Okay people, get real! I believe even in my country living days the word 'ghetto' went around until it pissed me off with its obscenity. Seriously, nothing is 'Ghetto' in PA until you reach Harrisburg, Lancaster, or Philly! I sent numerous peons to bathroom duty just because they said it as if they actually had a clue what in the world Ghetto really meant. Sorry people - Mt.Union does not count. We're not quite Lake Nonegro, Oregon (a term I heard from a friend once-I give props!) but we are more than a stones throw away from bars on the windows. Come check out the blocks surrounding my workplace- That's the Ghetto!

One day I accidentally said it myself, recognized that i was the biggest hypocrite on earth, and sent myself to bathroom duty!

Anyhow- tell me your favorite phrase (or favorite quote line from a movie) and we'll see if anyone else uses it too!!!

6 months to live?

This installment has been spurred by a very enlightening conversation had with some pals last night:

If you were given 6 months to live- what would be the one bad thing you would do?

One response was to take everyone out to a bar and get smashed. -That one would be fun. However, too many reprocussions for those left behind. Can that be chalked up to compassionate service????

I personally choose to skip the 'time and all eternity' clause and elope with someone deemed a qualified partner. Its not about relationship at this point- its all about ....well you can figure it out!

You Tell Me!

Clique!

It has come to my attention that even at the age of 26 (give or take a few years for those around me), there are still labels. Labels suggesting that you are an exclusive group, only willing to spend time doing things with others in the Clique. Wow, That's awesome!

Lets return to high school for a moment, shall we? What 'Clique' were you in? Who did you bond with, sit on the front lawn during lunch with, skip class?

In HS I was definitely the Cheerleader!

Just kidding- I was a jock! Maybe a bit too much of the jock. Come on! I was super shy and the only time I ever let loose was when I got the chance to kick the crap out of the other girls in school! Okay so by Sr. year, they made me play gym class games with the boys! Not just the average boys either- no, i got to play tennis with the quarterback, wall ball with the tight-end, lift weights with the wrestling team, play football, baseball, etc. etc. So Jock was my number 1 clique! Welcome to the world of the obvious! Anyhow- after that I was a free-ranger. I liked everyone (okay so there were the wierdos that i avoided- but who didn't avoid them other than the other wierdos who didn't have friends either). Basically, anyone I could have a real conversation with was in with me! Bandies were a stretch- there were the few cool ones that i loved to death. My sister was their idol, so they accepted my anti-musicianism in hopes that she'd talk to them becuase they were with me. Little did they know- she was way too cool for me too!

The Hesston crowd (they lived out at the lake) - always my closest pals came from there. Amy and Melissa- the best girls on earth! Of course- they lived in the exact opposite direction as I did - and in the country on a limited gasoline allowance - that was killer!

I liked the cheerleaders, I wasn't one of them by any means, but we got along splendidly! I loved when they cheered for me during games! Sometimes I did have dreams of strangling them, but that's a whole other blog! I wasn't a snob or preppy by any means, but i liked them and got along just fine. Okay, so some thought i was a snob, but that was mostly because I was too shy to really branch out and be me! Now, once you got to the 'smart' people- I was lost. I had great grades, but never put an ounce of effort into it. I also never took a class that was harder than I needed to take either! I'd say I'm smart, but smart in the way that knew I didn't want to study for hours on end! Thank heavens I have a pretty good brain naturally, cuz if it was up to motivation to get me through- I would have failed miserably. I didn't have the desire to understand their lingo, and they scared me with their constant notions of saving the planet (or taking it over as Milo always said).

Anyhow, High school was good times, but I would defintely have a few more things to say and do if I were to go back and do it again! I'd love to try that for a couple days!

Back to the present. What do you do for fun? I play sports, exercise, watch movies, eat food. Do you do any of the same? If so- I love you! You and I can be best pals if we have something fun to do together. That's how I meet people. Typically, sports bring out the people I gel with the most. Does that make me a member of a new Clique? Am I exclusive because I mostly hang out with people who like to do the same things as me? Because we go to diners at 1am after we finished playing hours of sports? Am I a clickster because I like to make fun t-shirts? I guess in a way I am. I don't pretend to want to do some of the things that other people do. That's why we don't hang! Do I invite the people who call and invite me to do the things? Yessirree! Do I stop inviting those who don't return the love? Yep! BUT- I know I also am constantly scanning the crowds for new fun faces! Sure, sometimes I strike out and pick someone 'not so similar' to invite to things, but that's okay. They go away fast enough! I believe I called myself an 'Inclusive-exclusive type!'

Just the other day in the VAN we rented on vacation, a conversation started about whether you think people recognize themselves (or their clique) when they see shows on TV (90210, One Tree Hill, Laguna Beach). That spawned some very interesting conversation. We learned that the Snob definitely sees herself, The Preppy sees herself but doesn't really want to admit it(come one- kids are cruel in high school-it happens), and well, the rest of us are pretty aware of at least what we weren't or something. I'm proud to say that I was not a cruel kid, but I'm pretty sure that my current attitude would place me somewhere between Lindsay Lohan being transformed to a mean girl and Veronica Mars' sarcastic mockery of 09'ers/ still dating them!

What makes it all the most irritating to me is that people actually have the nerve to call us out on this. They are begging to join us for things, yet mocking us as soon as we turn our back. I believe that was the 'bi+@#' clique in my high school which I wanted as little to do with then as I do now! Especially when you take a step back and see that Everyone else is a group of some sorts as well. Roommates, Movie watchers, Obsessed TV Fans, Ice Cream Lovers, They come in all shapes and sizes. Everybody's got their Something!

To my fellow clique members- I love you all, we'll be FRIENDS FOREVER! Keep Cool, and Never change! K.I.T. and Don't Steal My Boyfriend- okay so that one is a stretch-alls fair in Love, right Posh? Just don't mind if I make out with him when you're ON A BREAK!

Lazy Hazy Crazy Dayz of Summer

I love the beach!





I remember 4 years ago FRYING at Ocean City becuase I didn't understand how much spf really does help! The Lake Raystown sun never was that hot! 3 years ago, I had my first experience with Key West sun. I regrettably admit that I will one day likely die of skin cancer because I burnt a couple times before I figured out that even with 30 spf- you still get freakin' dark in that sun! Did you know that you can start tanning at 5pm and still get about 2 hours of good tanning glow there? Yeah, that's awesome for those who have to work when visiting Margaritaville!



Today, I believe I'm a Tanning Professional! Along with my tanning soul sister, we've tested and truly experienced the joys of tanning in Florida! How proud we are when we come back and kick the trash out of all those palies (pronounced pale-EEs) . Compliments are always accepted incredibly graciously (well, with a hint of cockiness) when even weeks after trips, we find our ways to hang on to as much of the color as possible. That would be WITHOUT FAKE BAKING, since a few of our pals have taken to the habit in order to keep up with us!



Hillsboro Mile is the new vacation spot of choice for me. When I dream of my happy place- its there! Its the private beach, the huge fish print towels, the clear blue/green water, and well- Mississippi Sweets (A restaurant located a couple miles down the street). It is there that I lose my fear of old people, my fear of what i look like in a suit (seriously- its a retirement community and the older gentlemen love us there please share in a moment of silence for my sugar daddy Sal who passed just this spring), and my fear of dying pale! I could leave this beautiful earth happy right now!!

If all works out- I hope to spend the majority of Summer 08' in Florida. That would be awesome!
What is your favorite leisure vacation ( i don't mean trapsing throughout Europe- that's too much like work). I want to know how you relax the most.

iReady

What are the key things that make a great party...
3. you walk in the door and recognize the attendees as people you Actually know and want to hang out with.
- Example- New Years Eve, head to a house where we normally know everyone. Walk in the door to find a circle of unfamiliar faces staring at each other. Yep that one lasted a total of .05 seconds before we jumped to a side room to discuss how to exit w/out ever having entered. Since we were only 3 steps in the door- it wasn't too bad. The only sad part of leaving that party was that I had magnificently parked my civic in the tightest spot ever w/out so much as a dc-tap to any other vehicle. I made myself proud!

2. The snacks- maybe more important to the non-mormon friends- The drinks (seriously miss the taste tester days). No party is complete without something to munch on to stifle any possible awkward moments. For the fat girl- I love me some Lime Tostitos!

1. Most important- MUSIC.
- Now, I claim my ipod to be a wonder of musical genious. There's the typical on the radio music, the found on tv shows music, the oldies, songs for when happy, songs for when angry, songs to get pumped for bball (go Ramalama), and of course the cheese. The cheese being songs like Barbie Girl, Wannabe, Can't Touch This - you know, the stuff you pull out for giggles when driving around playing Name that Tune game in DC since finding a parking spot or the way out of that damn circle is impossible. Anyhow, if you're going to be so bold as to display your new iplayer and hot 30g ipod- you better have a party list on that thing (and please- check and be sure there are songs that people KNOW). If you don't, be prepared. Somebody has their mix in the back pocket. Much like the days of slippin' a little something in a drink- the party will come alive. Careful now, don't let my tunes make you easy. I'm not that kind-a-girl!

ps. The Blue Nano is HOTT!

White Christmas: Sisters

Another moment in White Christmas history.

Handle Love

love it!

She Got Skillz

Is it a wonder why my girls are always in the tourney?

Oh Holy Night

This tribute to New Orleans was aired Monday on Studio 60. Perhaps the best version of the song I've heard this season. *chills* Enjoy!

Sometimes Betrayal Is Inevitable

The wise words of Dr. Christina Yang .... speak for themselves.

It is interesting how sometimes disasters can be erased from the surface, yet its what lies beneath that matters most and takes the longest time. Hopefully the lessons learned will last.

Deja Vu vs Deserted Island (Clean/Hot vs Rough-n-Tumble)

As much as I hate to consider this a possibility, I may not be looking forward to the return of LOST in February. After last nights premier of DAYBREAK, the island antics are looking pretty lame in comparison to the full throttle repeating day in the life of Detective Brett Hopper, played by none other than the hottest man alive:Taye Diggs. Maybe its the fact that the island boys are losing a bit of their attractiveness due to lack of showers, razors, and washing machines - but seeing clean shaven (even remaining cut from shaving on the first deja-day) and freakishly good looking in a 'long-john' shirt Hopper definitely gets my blood flowing a bit more. I suddenly could care less if Ben is allowed to live or die, if Jack is jealous of Sawyer for gettin' some from Kate, or if the Hobbit still thinks trees are good conversationalists. Every glimpse of death is painful, yet within 1 repeated day, I'm numb to it and realize that he can get through it if he just wakes up at 6:17, again. Every turn reveals new twists to the plot. YOU LEARN SOMETHING NEW!!!! I've become 'lost' with the never explained reasoning that happens on that god-forsaken island. Can you please just wrap it up a little and explain something for real? Don't take it back after a few episodes and don't leave me hanging for 2 seasons to get an ounce more of explanation about how the bears got on the island in the first place- just answer a question once in a while, won't you?

Basically- if you love The Bourne movies- you will LOVE Daybreak! It is filmed in much the same style, and you gain memories and input as the main character does (much like Jason Bourne) and his kick-a abilities are top notch w/out going too far over the top!

Sorry Charlie-

Love and Basketball!

'Even when I'm old and gray, I won't be able to play it, but I'll still love the game.' - Michael Jordan

What a man! What a perfect quote! Though at 25 he was hitting his stride and I'm beginning my slide- I understand the feeling. Basketball has the strongest hold over anything in my life! Sadly, it is true. The game has been there when all else leaves me- my truest ally in life. From the fateful day freshman year when I claimed #23 as my own, I began to feel the power it wielded. The number changed me and even when the previously favorite and specially ordered #55 (which i wore in Jr High) arrived a few weeks into season, I couldn't part with my new precious.

Unfortunately, my shot was never as consistent as the number. Last night during our first playoff game- my shot left me for a while. Now before I make it sound THAT bad, I still had about 13 points. In MJ fashion I donned the 'keep shooting until you start making again thought process.' Sorry Team! The layups were easy and those little lefty chip shots fell, but that ever so special 3 point shot of mine decided to go MIA. This surprised me because pregame I hit about 8 of 10 in a row in a friendly match up against newfound hero and teammate Jocelyn Logan-Friend. I thought I was going to be on fire.

Apparently the snotty little wench who decided b-slapping me the entire game would mess me up was right. Fortunately, I got my chance to nail her late in the game on a loose ball play. She went to the floor after the ball and I found it absolutely necessary to jump on her with the WWF originated FLYING ELBOW(See mom- those saturday boys nights at the house watching ppv wrestling really did teach me something) I didn't even get called for a foul! How awesome is that? She stayed a good distance away for the rest of the game. Of all the plays in the game -that was the one my super pal (the one who spells her name Dani minus the d) who came to watch deemed to be my best for the evening.

At this time I give a huge shoutout to our fans who came because we really were tanking on the team play and didn't look up to par performance wise. At least it wasn't only my shot that was off the mark! Sorry to disappoint, but we came through on D with some spectacular blocks and interceptions.

Offensively, our power forwards carried us along with many many MANY 3 point plays and sweet shots. Did I mention Heather's magnetic personality that draws five girls to jump on her anytime she touches the ball? Good thing she's got the power butt to clear them away like a wiper clears water off of a windshield! We can't forget LT's special corner shots that are unstoppable or Stoney's cute little frog leaps that mysteriously keep her in the air for an extra second or two.

Anyhow, our team went on to win the game. The fire that burnt the bridge came from our feisty little 18yr old playa- hata! In a moment of genius, she decided we needed to trap the afore mentioned wench. I was all for it and the idea immediately spawned multiple turnovers which we capitalized on to get just out of the opponent's reach.

Good times for the Independents and we play the All Stars for the Championship in two weeks. YAHOO! Happy Turkey Week Break for us team-but you better get out and run a little or we'll die the first two times up that extra long court.

Good things come....part 2

For some more of that German Prank Love- think twice next time you are bed shopping!!!

Blue-White - Gimme a Break!

A dear friend made a list of birthday requests and one of the items was The Color Code, which i jumped on as my personal choice as a gift. I had this gift delivered to my work address (since apparently my house is invisible) and I began skimming through it once it arrived. I took the test to figure out my color code. The results were completely in favor of Blue and White was the closest runner-up, but it couldn't even see Blue's backside! I promptly decided i must order a copy of this book for myself. I continued reading to figure out exactly what this meant and if I thought there might be any truth to it (being a psych major- a little skepticism is necessary). I was shocked to find- it was dead on! Apparently, no matter how hard I try to deny it or ignore it- I am and always will be too damn emotional! I was excited to learn that this could be used to benefit me and that i might not ALWAYS be as much of a roller coaster as i apparently am currently! So basically - between this book, pms, and too much of a good thing- I'm in need of a break from interaction these days. Thankfully, the red in my life will still be there in a week or two to tell me how silly I'm being and I'll get over it!

What is your Color Code?

Turkey Bowl (The Larger version of The Rooster and the Hen)

Fall colors, cool crisp air, the food (don't get me started on the food), and oh so many other things lead to my love of Thanksgiving. Over the last two years in DC, I've come to love another Thanksgiving tradition. The annual Colonial 1st vs Colonial 2nd Turkey Bowl! Seriously, this could mark my favorite event of the year (other than winning the women's bball league 2 years in a row). It all started in 2004. Newcomers to the area, my roommate and I thought it would be smart to go show off our athletic skills (which we had hoped would spark a few interests) at this 'Turkey Bowl' everyone was talking about. So we jumped in head first and enjoyed ourselves immensely as the co-ed portion of the event took place. Unfortunately, it took a little while to convince the boys (aka... Roosters) that we had as much right as they had to be out there playing. After a while, we became bored and decided hot cocoa and snacks looked a little more appealing.

THEN, it happened. Somebody sparked the idea for an all female c1/c2 matchup. JACKPOT! Out came the the claws and the game began. Out of nowhere comes this flash of yellow and black to intercept a couple of passes early in the game. I think to myself, Thank goodness that chic is on my team or I'd have to hate her right now! She had some serious attitude-not to mention she was rockin' it with a dislocated shoulder! My roommate, this new found superstar, and myself (who later became known as the girl with the spin moves) pretty much swept the other team under the carpet. It was talk of the ward the next day- How great the girls did! At least the girls could make the bishopric proud!!!

Anyhow- that was the greatest memory and it also marks the day a beautiful friendship was created! I do my best to insist upon teaming up with that sassy black and yellow mystery girl everytime we are on a court or field together. We make a swell team and I'm quite sure when we aren't killing each other- we are quite unstoppable. Unfortunately for me- people usually won't allow us on the same team together and we have to match up against each other!

It appears that this years event may be the best of all. We have been playing in preparation, tutoring those who need a little boost (go WM- you're gonna be our secret weapon), and boasting team abilities anytime we get the chance! Stay tuned for a follow up post and maybe a few highlight reels from the day! Get your tails out there and play or cheer if you aren't a mover and shaker!

Rooster vs Hens -title refers to upcoming post :-)

Over the last couple months, we've formed a rather cozy group of flag football players. To control team size-we remain on the downlow and do our best not to spread the word too far beyond those who are truly tried, tested, and deemed 'girl friendly.' These mid saturday morning games are most times light hearted attempts to get a little exercise with the american pigskin and hopefully make enough good moves to stand out just a little- at least for the moment (and typically these great plays are recounted numerous times during church the next day almost as proudly as the stats of the favorite college team). The guys have been awesome and though they have much physical advantage over the dolls- they still throw, encourage, and promote the female inclusion (of course we wouldn't have these games were it not for the girls getting the ball rolling in the first place). There are a few fembots who actually rock it out there on the field and command respect (*not to boast- but i've been guarded by a male 3 weeks in a row).

Unfortunately, as of late, we've had a bit of 'notso-girl friendly' infiltration. What is it about those boys who more than likely never got off the bench in high school? Seriously! Yes, you put a girl (athletic or not) up against a semi-descent possibly even below average male and the odds are -the guy is stronger or faster. Physics degree not necessary to point out that obvious law of nature! So how cool does it make you as 'that guy' to hit the ball away from a girl who has never played football before in her life? I believe there is more lacking somewhere deep inside when you feel it is more necessary that your team 'wins' at any cost- than keeping it fun and helping everyone feel pretty darn good about themselves. Fortunately for 'that guy' the stronger female players were not within reaching distance to give him a swift elbow to the ....stomache. I think there may have been words though-but do boys ever listen to words?

Don't hate the Player- hate the game!

Okay, so for any who know me- I'm an exercise junky. You can't tell by my waistline, but believe me- should i stop-I'd be for sure double my weight within 6 months.

Anyhow-the point of this blog is not about my size. Its about television and how its ruining my life. I can't believe how many people allow television shows to control the activities they do.

Mind you, I love tv. I have my favorites. I have my tv catch up nights with the best friend (Gilmore Girls, Lost, Prison Break- all in one night). I check for spoilers and sneak peeks the minute i get to work. I even look forward to those creative weekly blogs that people write in regards to those shows. **By the way- If you aren't subscribed to our very own S.C.D's Grey's Anatomy email list- you gotta get on it. ABC owes her and NBC hates her for boosting that show's ratings.

BUT- there is a downfall. Thursday night tv is so good, that people have decided to stop coming out of their homes and playing ball. In true Meredith Grey form "SERIOUSLY" is all I can say! I have to have my ball night. I have to get that exercise in and in a world of YouTube and DVR- can't you watch it the next morning?

Say My Name Say My Name... Dan-eye

Want to know the funniest thing about having a boyish nickname? No matter how you spell it, someone thinks you are a boy. For example:

becky: I know it says you're busy, but...I just wanted to clarify
you, know, why I "didn't know you"
:)
.....I thought danim423 was for someone named dan
like dan IM
or something
so I thought it was some crazy stalker named dan who had the same birthday as me (4-23)
I TOTALLY know who DANI is....
you're the only dani I know!!
:)
and you're my favorite dani
k--bye!

See, it always takes a little time for people to understand that I am a GIRL!

Example number 2: The Phone Call Description

Growing up, all of my friends would be telling people- either parents or boyfriends- who they were hanging out with and they'd say 'I'm hanging out with Dani' and the person on the other line (like clockwork) would say 'Who is he?' and my friends would say- no,no its a girl. I can't believe how many boyfriends were instantly jealous, how many parents were instantly ready to ground their daughters for hanging out with a boy without permission. Classic. It still continues today. The weekend I moved in to my house, my new roommate called her parents and here is how the conversation went:

'yeah, Dani moved in this weekend' -

'You girls got a boy to move in with you?'

No mom, its D-a-n-i, she's a girl.

'oh, but it would have been kind of cool'

The last part was def. awesome! Married friends have even been lectured by parents for hanging out with a boy when they are married. Its quite a laugh actually!

Any name stories?