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Six Quirks Meme

Sarah at Just Another Day of Catholic Pondering had this meme on her site, and while she didn’t directly tag me, she kinda sorta did, and by kinda sorta we’ll pretend that she knows me and would actually tag me, instead of just, you know, tagging her readers…never mind, this is gonna be one of my quirks… 

  1. Link the person(s) who tagged you.
  2. Mention the rules on your blog.
  3. Tell about 6 unspectacular quirks of yours.
  4. Tag 6 fellow bloggers by linking them.
  5. Leave a comment on each of the tagged blogger’s blogs letting them know they’ve been tagged.

Okay, here are my unspectacular quirks:

  1. I cannot write with a messy desk. Thus, I either don’t write, or I clean my desk and am then emotionally drained and cannot write. Perhaps that explains why I’m behind on my writing all the time. 
  2. My comfort food is fried eggs and rice with ketchup. Disgusting. And tasty.
  3. I buy beautiful journals and then don’t want to soil them by writing in them (I’m sensing a deep and revealing pattern here).
  4. I get really annoyed when people don’t use turn signals (although, to be honest, I rarely use them myself).
  5. I still have a thing for Donny Osmond.
  6. When I’m really tired, I wiggle my right foot to go to sleep.

Okay, your turn…

  1. Linda, because she’s quirky enough to want to do this
  2. Laura, because I know she’s busy with the start of school
  3. Lisa, because she hasn’t updated her blog in forever!
  4. Wency, because he’s quirky enough for all of us
  5. Luis, because he’s interesting and I am curious
  6. And of course, YOU, gentle reader.
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because you don’t already waste too much time plurking and attached at the mouse with social networking

I thought I’d introduce you to Psychic Chicken.

Go ahead, see what kind of score you get. Play here.

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today’s outrage: banning 9 year-olds

Check out this little ole article at ESPN that tells the tale of 9 year old Jericho Scott, who isn’t allowed to pitch on his little league team because, get this, HE’S TOO GOOD!

WHAT?

Yeah, it turns out the kid can pitch 40 mph and stay under control. That means somebody’s kid is going to be struck out at every bat. Oh, poor babies. Um, once upon a time the point of playing sports was:

1. to have fun

2. to learn discipline

3.to learn how to suck it up when you lost so you’d be motivated to work hard and win — I don’t care what all you tree-hugging-self-esteem-pushing-let-me-buy-my-kid-a-trophy-he-didn’t-earn folks think, and spell out the facts. The game is about WINNING. Yes, somebody has to say it. WINNING. Not sportsmanship, although that is essential. Not teamwork, although that is a given. Not even that bad word, trying. WINNING. W. I. N. N. I. N. G.

Somewhere along the line people (read: parents) have hijacked organized sports and turned it into a whining fest. If those kids had any sense, they’d trade the $200 cleats, the $150 “professional-style” uniforms, and the manicured lawns for a sandlot somewhere and go play ball.

Disgusting.

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