Saturday, May 6

Ode to Maturity


I am growing up. I really am. Lately, on two separate occasions, I have chosen friendship over old rivalry and had Lakers play-off games aired in my home. Not only did I welcome my friends to watch the games here, but I did not once make any, not even one, disparaging remark against the team that has caused more ire to stir within me than any other since the Pistons and that Bill Laimbeer punk (whom I still might bite in the kneecap - since that's all I could reach - if he came within view). Back to how I've matured, though...I have actually enjoyed watching these games and felt very little negative reaction to the purple and yellow, oops - I mean gold, uniforms. So, tonight, after a crushing game seven, I offer my deepest empathies to my friends, Billy and Hershell. I know how it feels, man.

5 comments:

Randy said...

Watching the lakers? I don't even know who you are anymore!

rebecca marie said...

now i'm going to have "lambaste laimbeer!" in my head all day....

Aimee Jo said...

I must say I am impressed...what is that song we sing? ...love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness faithfulness, gentleness, and SELF CONTROL...!

Sarah Megan said...

During Spring Karla told me she hasent found a place that does them well. So she switched to gel nails....maybe I should ask her again. I really wouold just like to keep mine on instead of going through the whole process of taking off, putting on...twice this summer...

Anonymous said...

I agree with Sarah