The Hoff made me do it

I broke my own rule. I broke a fragment of the code that shapes my foundation and for that I am troubled. But it wasn't a flippant lack of scruples nor a momentary deficit in sanity. I attribute my violation to the Hoff. I high-fived him.
Most anyone who has ever met me knows that I don't high-five. I would delve into the myriad of reasons I refrain from the useless gesture but I fear disparaging those who actually do choose to lift their hands and arbitrarily whack phalanges, instantly making an awkward moment even more awkward. But I won't. Nor will I talk about my theory that those who habitually high-five may or may not have debilitating interpersonal and intimacy issues so therefore jump hand-first into offering a high-five in various social situations to replace a handshake, a hug goodbye or a hearty and conventionally comfortable verbal "good job." Similarly I refuse to discuss why the other category of high-fivers fall into the "cool guy" group and are generally male, tend to use the word 'dude' a lot and high-five loudly and boisterously in public and then look around to make sure people saw their cool high-five.
So allow me to explain my foundational slip. I was sitting on the outside row near the front of the Orpheum Theater in L.A. during Simon Cowell's "America's Got Talent" audition show. Among the three judges of the show were Sharon Osborne, Ozzy Osborne's red-headed main squeeze, and David Hasselhoff. He was tall, caked with make-up and wearing overly tight jeans. He oozed cheesiness and ego and he started high fiving fans intermittently as he walked down the isle to his judges seat. He came nearer and nearer to me and I wasn't prepared to handle what happened next. His arm was raised, standing next to me. I started to raised my hand and that was all I remember. I must have blacked out for a few seconds but the slight sting on my palm stood as proof of my profound self-betrayal.
So for those of you who at one time looked at me as a pillar of conviction I offer a sincere apology and my intention to never let it happen again. The Hoff had taken momentary control with an uncanny power to which I was not yet immune. But I am prepared now. For those who kindly choose to remain my friends, I thank you.

It brought me to tears...

Regardless of whether you are Obama supporter or not his race speech that he delivered on March 18 was one for the books...brave, honest, profound and always inspiring. In light of that, this video got me pretty misty. Ok, on the real I was dripping tears. Though we still have a long way to go, we have come a long ways since Birmingham 1963 and I am in awe at the sacrifices these people made to get us where we are today, where I am today. Check it out.

The Man Cold

I have never seen a more true-to-life portrayal of man-sniffles in my life. IN MY LIFE!!!!

So funny...

Have a nice trip

It has taken four years, but I have done it. I figured out a way to survive the legislature a.k.a. 45 days of bad parking, incessant annoyance and mind-boggling condescension. The session can sometimes be intimidating as it is annoying. You have legislators hating you, blue coats and green coats threatening to have you arrested and a thousand meetings to attend. What's more there is ample supply of the pompous, the snooty, the self-important and entitlement complexes abound. But Thursday, Feb. 7, at around 11:35 p.m. I discovered a way to take the edge off. On the second floor of the capitol on the north side there is a stairwell next to the Senate chamber and is the main one that is used to get from the galleries to the Senate and House floors. (The stairs have a thick lip on them and an awkward landing) I was waiting for a senator to come meet me and was mingling near the stairwell. In the 10 minutes I was there I saw not two, not three, but four people trip, fall or stumble both going up or coming down. There was an annoying lobbyist who took a pretty large fall, an intern with stilettos who fell going up and actually drop some papers, a UHP trooper who let out an expletive and a Trib reporter. It was a fantastic spectacle, a real must see. It was like watching NASCAR...you know if you just hold out a little longer there is going to be a crash...Or like watching gymnastics...don't lie to yourself. You think that last thing you want to see is some leotard junky clothesline themselves on the parallel bars or one of the guys bag themselves on the pommel horse, but deep down that is what keeps you tuned in. Those stairs are a living reminder that we are indeed all just people walking around and regardless of rank or title, based on simple statistics there is a good chance you are going to biff it on those stairs at one point or another. I plan on watching daily...so don't judge. Join in. Before it is all said and done I am hoping to see something like this....

Wild Wild West

This song has haunted me for years and my best friend Angelina sent me this the other day to remind me of it. Its not just the song itself. Back in college Ange, who can out eat anyone I know and still has abs of steel, would get hungry around 3 a.m. Apparently she would get lonely too. On a number of occasions I would wake up to that song blaring in my room. She would use it as a snack alarm to wake me up and once the small seizure that was induced from getting ripped out of a REM cycle was over I would open my eyes to see her standing there with the light on and holding a box of cereal and a few bowls. With 'living in the WILD WILD WEST screaming from the speakers. It wasn't only used for cold cereal hour but as a morning alarm as well. Not that we were really waking up to go to class that year...we mostly watched MTV, did dance work out videos and drove around in her station wagon. Oh those were the days, and that song is tied to some of the most vivid memories of my freshman year of college.

Yep, its about that time again.....S&$*@#!!

Someone just PALEASE cut it off already! Seriously. This time I was just walking out of my room but didn't have my shoes tied. However with this one I had an audience. Not embarrassing at all...I look like I have elephantitis.