I'm Just Free-Stylin'

The other night a kid called me the "worst official ever". I don't believe him. I mean, has he even known all the officials ever? I doubt it... And then I got a written apology from the drive-by offenders. Last thing I'm gonna say about officiating here...

So I spent the weekend with my favorite Pumbel Penguin, and then I get to again for General Conference. Always something to look forward to! I also slept through two of my classes because my alarm went off, and I convinced myself to stay a few more minutes, when all of the sudden I was on an airplane, headed to somewhere in Utah, and because of some kid's handicap we had to land on the high-way and taxi to our destination, which was gonna take a really long time because the pilots had to get out and wipe the snow off the windshield numerous times. I was sleeping pretty nicely because I had lots of room, the two seats next to me were vacant at the moment, but some black kids behind me put ice on my head, so I looked at J.B. next to me and he shrugged and said, "I don't know. It could happen." Then I woke up and it was 8:40. I missed my first two classes. Bummer.
But I did get to eat some Crispix for breakfast! I LOVE CRISPIX!!

Message to the Man in the Blue Sedan

At the end of a seemingly uneventful shift on Saturday morning, I was driving home. Someone honked. I looked in my rear view mirror and noticed a blue sedan with two guys in it. No big deal, the honk must have been directed at someone else... As I am walking up to my door, I hear a very loud and long car horn, and turn around to see that same blue sedan giving me a drive by birdie with the guy sticking out the front passenger window yelling a certain p-word I will not repeat here. Let's just say of both of the times I have been called names after the game, the antagonizers are surprisingly consistent with their choice of words.
I reported them, of course. Following me home is a type of threatening behavior. I didn't mind the name calling or the birdie so much; it actually took me back to my days in Sacramento.

Following me home though? Come on guys! We even reffed a terribly favorable game for you (and yet you still lost, so I understand why you are upset). A quick technical on the winning team, and eventually fouling out one of their players so they no longer could put 5 on the floor. But still, you had to follow me home. I'll probably be seeing you again sometime soon though. No hard feelings, really.

Oh Happy Day!

I am still a firm believer that there are no bad days. Only days when bad things happen.
I should have known it would have been one of those days when I was dreaming about hanging on the edge of my bed, so I roll to get back on. Turns out I rolled the wrong way. On the bright side, I didn't hit my head on the dresser on my way down!
I was looking forward to our playoff game tonight, but I felt I should check the schedule one last time. Woops... our game was on Tuesday! So much for our season. Who was the genius who misread the schedule in the first place and spread all that false information? Yours truly. On the bright side, we avoided the embarrassment of showing up to a game we weren't invited to, fans and all.
Notre Dame lost. I had them in my final four. On the bright side, go Cougars!
I had a bum ankle and my whistle was sucking all four hours of reffing tonight. On the bright side, it was lady's night, and we didn't throw anybody out!
So, altogether, not a bad day really.

My Life is Regular

Today I asked my friend what sound a cat makes when you step on it. He said "squish". My life is regular.

Today I was half asleep in class as we were watching a movie. I wasn't conscious enough to control my bowels, but I was conscious enough to realize I let one rip really loud, and that people started to laugh around me. I pretended I was still asleep. My life is regular.

Today Donny Osmond's son played piano and sang in our class just because he wanted to. What a tool. My life is regular.

Today I read a bunch of MLIA posts and decided to do some of my own, though only one of these things actually happened today. My life is regular.

Dream Journal

Wierd dreams lately... and a wierd spelling of wierd.

So, I dreamt last night that I was back in Texas and playing soccer on my bike with my nephews. This was a really long dream and it deprived me of a good night's sleep. I was feelin all nostalgic.

Then, I had another dream that I got pulled over in the back roads of Provo by this blonde cop, who gave me a citation for driving ten miles UNDER the speed limit, and then another one for stopping in the road when I saw a cop pulling me over. Both citations would cost me $190 combined. I was furious! I remember being so furious with the system and their 'performance standard'! I don't think I've ever been that angry in real life.

Then I had a dream last night that Waylon fell out again. You know, Waylon, my tooth. That means I have about 6-15 days left before that vision comes about.

So every night I've had these vivid and random types of dreams, and it leaves me to wonder... is it something I ate (like spaghetti sauce seasoning that expired in 2007), or is the Lord trying to tell me something... hmmmm....

Gotta go, peer review time.