Whirly ball. Have ya'll ever heard of it? Well, it is pretty gosh darn fun. My girl Priscilla had her 23rd birthday (hell's bells, I am O-L-D!) on Monday and decided she wanted to round up a posse and head over to our local Whirly Ball establishment. I was hesitant and reticent at first, but I quickly warmed up when I discovered I was very adept at ramming people from behind. I think it is the company I keep that helps. *Wink, Wink* What is it with me and deep tissue bruises? I have a few on my upper thighs from the seat belt buckle. It was successful at restraining me from flying headfirst into the wall, but it bruised me like a ripe piece of fruit.
Now for all of you not in the know (I wasn't until I went)," WhirlyBall is the ultimate Team Building activity. Simply, it involves normally sane adults driving bumper cars while using hand-held scoops to pass and propel whiffle balls at a backboard. Since WhirlyBall is a new sport, everyone will have the same skill (or lack thereof), making it all the more fun.
It is played by two opposing teams of five players each. Each player rides an electrically powered machine, similar to a bumper car, called a WhirlyBug�. The object is to propel the whiffle ball into a 15 inch net in the center of a backboard situated on both ends of a 4,000 sq. ft. court." -Taken directly from the site. I was having difficulty explaining it.
Have I lost my sense of humor? I am having difficulty writing lately. I think I need to go russle up some madcap adventures. This weekend should yield a high turn-out of great stories. Keep your fingers crossed for me.
Until then, I am tingling with anticipation. FAMILY GUY MARATHON on Fox tonight. I am finally going back to my volunteering gig at the Animal Shelter, but I must leave by 6:30 to make it back in time. Life revolving around television. I didn't think that was going to happen until I squeezed out a few kids and got tired of looking at my husband's face. Oh. Ha ha ha ha!
Me.
With a husband.
I pity that poor bastard I have not met yet.
Speaking of finding a man: Are you Asian? Latina? Are you into S&M? I might have found just the man for you!!!
Man, I used to love me some Cameron Diaz. But now she done pissed me off! Sweet baby J, say it ain't so!
Speaking of skinny blonds I hate... Everyone drop what they are doing right this second. Scan the room. Rattle the dog treats you are constantly holding for an occasion just like this one. Let out a high-pitched whistle. Check the heels of your shoes. An heiress skank needs our help![Edited to say; damn it! She found the little rodent! Call off the search!]
By the way, her sister got married, but apparently the spot-light hogging bitch couldn't even let he have have ONE DAY OF PUBLICITY TO HERSELF.