I really forgot how much I don’t like being bad at things. I have always been a little too competitive for my own good, but it seemed to make me better at whatever it was. Sports have always been my thing, but it seems the older I get, the less athletic I’ve become and it’s really just sad. Soccer was honestly the only thing I was ever good at, but other sports were fairly easy for me to learn because I was somewhat coordinated. Well, things have really changed. I am getting less intelligent, less coordinated and within a few years I’m sure everything else is going to fade as well. The Top Golf outing yesterday just showed me that I need to go to the driving range every day this week and get it together. If there’s any sport to be somewhat decent at these days it’s definitely golf. That’s the only thing, other than tennis and flip cup that I will be playing from now on. Big plans today, driving range after work. I am going to set a 100 ball a day rule. Hit 100 golf balls and see if that gets me anywhere.
Since I also feel like my intelligence level is lacking, Holly and I are going to start vocab Wednesdays. Originally we intended to have accent Wednesdays, but we never got around to it. Everyone knows a strong vocabulary can make one seem considerably smarter than they actually are. Holly doesn’t know it yet, but tonight there is going to be a quiz. Yesterday she wrote me about a story that would make good radio “fodder”. I know she meant “fodder” and today we are going to teach each other new words and she’s likely going to resist but it’s happening.
Facebook can do a lot of things for your life. Job networking, reconnecting with old friends helps you realize that guy really isn’t that hot, etc. It can also make you realize what a dork you were in grade school. See photo. This is a photo taken from my first concert ever. Yes it was New Kids on the Block and yes, my musical taste has gotten better somehow. This photo conjured up the memory of that night. I invited a bunch of older girls to the show and my dad got me the radio station limo to enhance the street cred. We had killer seats at the show and I was standing on my seat to get a better view since I was midge-like. Just as the boy band comes out, all the girls are going nuts and I slipped, fell forward and hit my face on the seat in front of me. Bam. Nose bleed, luckily not broken but my outfit was ruined and I spent the first half of the show in the bathroom with my mom. I spent the second half of it at home. Yes, the limo had to take me home and left all the cool older girls there. I really know how to impress huh? Nothing’s changed.