Please cross your fingers and toes!

Im breaking my holiday sabbatical for this very important announcement.

On my first year playing fantasy football, I managed to finagle my way up the ranks and sit comfortably at #2 seed for my league. I haven't said anything because I didn't want to jinx myself. Last week was first of two rounds of playoffs and I won.

Tomorrow we go for the gusto and play for league championship. Me and Moboobies.

(I'm not shitting you...his team name is "MOBOOBIES")

I'm asking you all to cross all fingers, toes, and eyes for me. And if you believe in such things, maybe a little kneel down to Jesus would help too. I need all the help I can get.

His quarterback is Aaron Rodgers. Need I say more?

Wish me luck people!

And I hope everyone is doing well and having a blast! Keep on smilin y'all!

---As requested...my lineup tomorrow:

QB: E. Manning (Giants)

RBs: M. Barber (Cowboys), K. Moreno (Broncos)

WRs: C. Ochocinco (Bengals), J. Knox (Bears), S. Rice (Vikings)

TE: T. Gonzalez (Falcons)

K: N. Kaeding (Chargers...already played)

DST: Cardinals (I also have the Giants on reserve...but the Cards' are playing the Rams and the Giants are playing the Panthers soooo...)

HAPPY HOLIDAYS

Moments of Idiocy

(Caveat: this post was written on 10/24/2009)

Today's moment of idiocy is brought to you by Lego and is inspired by Some Guy's Blog.

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I hate Legos!

I know I'm gonna get a lot of flack about that because apparently Lego blocks are the equivalent to gold bricks and fairy dust to some people.

To me though, not so much.

Don't get me wrong, I used to love love love playing with those colorful little plastic bricks. And the day I graduated from the ginormous fist-sized, rounded corners, baby proof blocks to the littler, more deadly to the bare foot versions was one of my happiest memories.

When I was 8, I used to stack a bunch of those single bricks on top of each other and pretended to smoke it like a cigarette.

(my dad smoked and I thought it was cool to copy)

(don't hate though, other than that bad example...and of course cursing like a sailor, he is a top notch parent! ;) )

Where was I?

Oh yeah...

It became a favorite play activity of mine to go out for "smoke breaks" with my dad. Him with his Marlboros and I with my own little pack of yellow and white (of course) Lego ciggies in my pink Hello Kitty purse.

One day, as I was clogging my lungs with fake smoke, one of the loose ones on top came off and I accidentally swallowed it on a particularly vigorous suck.

(that's what she said...)

Have you ever had a square, sharp edged Lego brick go down your throat? Not so great feeling, I can attest to that. Now, I'm pretty sure that I've passed that brick some time during the 19 years since...but for all I know, I've still got a slightly chewed up yellow brick floating around me somewhere.

This was a public service announcement... Smoking is bad for your health. And your digestive tract.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Covering Tattoos

Ain't no rest for the wicked...

Why was it a really really bad idea to be a criminal in Queen Anne (Seattle) this Friday? There was a very large memorial and parade held for the slain police officer in Queen Anne's Key Arena early Friday afternoon. They closed down streets, blocked off roads. They estimated about 1500 people to show up including police officers from all over the country (and Canada). In case you can't see the above pictures, it was all blue and white and sirens for a 4 block stretch on one side of the street. And on the other was a 4 block stretch of "unmarked, undercover" Chevy Subarbans. There was even this one classic police car from the 50's that I wanted to snap a pic of, but seeing as I was driving at the time, taking pics with my cellphone, AND there was about 15 cops in dress black surrounding the aforementioned car, I felt it wise to refrain from any illegal activity.

In somewhat the same thread...I've really been digging this song from Caged Elephant. I think it brings out the badass in me!

Blast from the Past...

My mother had me help her reorganize all our photo albums a while back. She showed me this photo that I had forgotten about and whilst reminiscing upon good memories from Disneyland, I came upon one shocking realization.

No...not that Belle looks like she's been drugged or that the guy behind us has the unfortunate circumstance of picking that shirt to go to an amusement park in...

This was me at 14.

That's right... FOURTEEN. And before you say it UB, let me say it for you..."my poor poor dad, must be why he kept the shotgun loaded in the hall closet till I turned 21".

Not much has changed. I feel like calling up dead ancestors (and of course my mother) and thanking them for the good genes. Just goes to show what good Filipino food and lots and lots of milk can do. LOTS.

I'll be sure to send them the plastic surgery and chiropractic bills too...