Friday, April 28, 2006

No stop signs, speed limit
Nobody's gonna slow me down
Like a wheel, gonna spin it
Nobody's gonna mess me round

LeBron... he is the real deal, kids.

He got it done in the clutch. 41 pts, 14 in the 4th, including the winner.

He and Gilbert Arenas went mano-a-mano in the 4th. Fan-tastic.

Kobe vs. the Suns on next. Run and gun.

I love the playoffs. In any sport.

Except hockey.

I don't care about hockey.

Hockey is great in person, but it sucks on t.v.

It's too hard to follow the puck on television.

I had a hard time with my run today. Sometimes, it is easy, sometimes it is hard. Today was difficult. And slow. I cut it short at 5 miles.

I am proud of/happy for two of my friends today: BB in Billings and Henry Hill out in Napa Valley. They both took care of business and locked down HUGE accounts in their respective jobs.

It gladdens my heart to see these guys succeed. Especially because these two have made me laugh harder than just about anybody I know.

Henry Hill, whom you may remember from a touching guest blog a while back had me almost pissing my pants during our conversation today, comparing a hangover to having rabies.

The nice part for Henry is that he wrapped up a monster of a project and will be home for the birth of his son, and for some time thereafter.

Big ups to BB for closing a huge deal in his job as well.

Congrats, guys.

Rock on.


I am going home to Wisconsin again at the end of June for UJ and Carmela's wedding.

My dad called and said, "Pearl Jam and Tom Petty are playing at Summerfest. Wanna go?"

Hell yeah, dad.

Hell yeah.


In other parental news, the first person I called to see the Numchuk Tard on Shy Smiley's blog was my mom.

That type of humor is right up her alley... and I was right, because she was laughing her ass off.


And here endeth another dull post.


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