Watching Olympic volleyball and I must say Kerri Walsh’s hair looks like a raccoon tail.
Have you ever seen that commercial for the Mormon dating service. On the internet it is called “I’m a Mormon”. Read that fast. I’m a Moron. So I watch to see what the moron is about. Then I see the end. “I’m a Mormon”. I hate that.
And now for self plugging. I have another blog on Blogger. It is a DIY blog. The link is: Erikdoesithimself.blogspot.com. Read it.
I play tennis at the club in our neighborhood. I’m pretty bad. I play with various members of my family who create and/or fuel various annoying issues. Basically I play about twice to three times a week. Today I was going to play with my father. The annoying issue surrounding this that he will decide to play tennis ten minutes after we were supposed to be finished. So today we were planning to play at seven P.M. We ended up starting at quarter of eight P.M. Well maybe we had to wait forty-five minutes for a court to be opened. Whatever. But to put the title of this post in context the court we were waiting for a court used by to nine-year old girls. One of their dads was sitting on the bench like a mob boss. Hands on his face, imperceptible facial expressions, overall creepiness. So let’s continue. The girls are playing a match. Uber-serious. Officials. Grunting. Scoring. But no one to say when the ball is in or out. One girl hits the ball almost long, but everyone can see it was in. Except for the girl who looked at her mob boss father, and when he nodded said the ball was out. The other player checked to make sure it was out. Whatever, she went to serve. She called out the score, and then asked if it was right. The other girl hesitated for a moment and then said “No, no I’m sorry. The ball was in.” You should have seen the dads face. If he had a violin case, that would have been when I ran for my life. I kind of did anyway. And thus ends the blog post. There was more that happened but I am tired.
My mom is threatening to email google to take away my WordPress account. Hmm…
I am on vacation to the place I grew up in. I am not going to tell you where that place is. We are here for our old neighbors daughters wedding. So we are staying in a hotel. So for all the guys out there (I assume that girls would know this, and I’m not trying to discriminate) here is a quick tip: hair conditioner is not a good substitute for shampoo or soap. Keep that in mind.
Post Scriptum: this is the first wedding I have been to so it will be a blog post of its self including all the dumb stuff that happened on the twelve hour drive down here. Cheers. And yes I am aware that I have promised over five different post about stuff and have never delivered.
Haley fourth of July! Today is the day we celebrate when our country earned its freedom. I was a patriotic citizen. I celebrated the festivities with the rest of them. I gave standing ovations to flaming pieces of metal. I considered lighting of red sticks that make a loud POP fun. I worshiped a piece of colored fabric to the tune of a unintelegible song derived from the most obscure war in history. I paid eight for a red white and blue snow cone. I was patriotic. I was a good citizen. I was American for crying out loud. But I also consumed ten bags of English tea licensed by the queen herself. There is a lesson in there somewhere.
I would like to apologize for any typos. I wrote this at night with my tablet.
Hey everyone! And when I say “everyone” I am referring to about three people who give feedback about Beorngard. One of them is my grandmother. Recently I got two likes on the post about the grand old opry. Then I got two comments. And in response to the comment on the grand old opry I say: the window frame-the white part- is pulled away from the glass about six inches. It probably isn’t that obvious considering glass is clear but that is the damage. So anyway I was just going to thank everyone who commented and or read Beorngard lately. I have not posted lately because of school and gymnastics (which if you stick around will be a post of its own). So bear with me here I have another post in the works.