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Wednesday, May 31, 2006

So the male gender is infuriating. About a week or so ago, I thought the world was my oyster, with potentially three guys waiting in the wings just pining for me. Yeah, right, like that was seriously going to be happening. So Mr. Big is someone who I'm declaring myself officially done with. I called him yesterday, because mostly there were some things that I thought needed to be said that I never could have said to him while at work. So, I called him to see if he would want to meet on my lunch hour so we could talk (I mean really talk). Well, his response to me even calling was "I'm pretty busy." So pissed, I told him I'd let him go since he was so busy, and in my mind I was saying "...and I'm never calling you again." I loathe the fact that I've wasted even 2 minutes of thought on his visit last week. I'm through.

Then, Berger... wow. My friend Kim invited him to a bonfire the other night... nicely throwing in that I would be there. He responded with "So?" So pretty much that pissed me off. I wasn't going to ever say what happened with us, but at this point I don't care. I know the only person who will read this who is remotely close to being able to rat me out is Jasmine (so if this gets out, I'll hunt you down and kill you). Anyway, we totally kissed the night after karaoke.... actually maybe kissed isn't as appropriate as made out. Bad idea, right? Well, I'm pretty foolish, since he's passing out his wedding invitations possibly as I type this. Ugh, it just sickens me the more I think of it... the fact that this guy that I thought was such a nice guy would do that, and then a week later be passing out his wedding invitations. I don't know if there will ever be a way to forget that.

So maybe Aiden is the only possibility... besides the guy from the club who seems to be constantly calling me. I'm not going to date him. That's too much for me. I can't see it happening.

Well, I'm done ranting and raving (for now). Pray for the Pistons... apparently they need it! I don't want another whole year of disappointment!

Tuesday, May 30, 2006







What happened to my boys? I was never as frustrated as I the past two games in Miami. They were supposed to at least split the score in Miami... well, they were never "supposed" to lose at home either. I am so frustrated with how this series has played out. I know that the Pistons play so much better when they're under a lot of pressure, but I'm going to have a heart attack! They HAVE to win the next three straight games. What makes me more nervous is all the talk about the coaching and what not. SHOOT THE BALL AND MAKE THE SHOTS!

The other frustration is the fact that the officials are obviously not calling it both ways. When the Heat went to the free throw line 47 times and the Pistons only went 22, AND the Pistons this season have been the team that has been the lowest fouling team in the LEAGUE- that is obvious. The conspiracy against the Pistons must stop. I am fed up of the media making them out to be something they're not and not giving them their due at the same time. As a sportscaster, their jobs are not to tell me who they want to win, their job is to call the game... in an unbiased fashion.

The picture of Big Ben says it all... because he never argues calls unless he knows its a bogus call. Also the fact that they never called a jump ball with what happened with Antonio on the floor with the ball (pictured above) when they were wrestling for the ball for a good 10 seconds. The NBA officials suck, and they probably all need to go to the eye doctor and maybe head doctor before the next game.

Saturday, May 27, 2006


I will never love any picture more than the one of Sheed and his headband. And Micah, Maybe you don't wear headbands in glamour shots, but Sheed does!


These are some more great pics of the new Bad Boys!





























Sheed says, "that's how we do it in DEETROIT!"














Tay and Chaunce can't believe old man river
missed the call. He's been working in the NBA
for something like 35 years, but man... you're
old already- maybe its time to retire!

Actually, the officating was much better than in the Cleveland series!








Here are some great playoff pics.
Great Pics of the PISTONS!




Friday, May 26, 2006

Easy lay up for Mr. Big Shot!
A monster dunk for McDyess!
The Palace prince shows 'em how its done!
Ben says "eat in douchebags!"
Sheed finally gets fired up!!!!
No one can guard this Prince.
Old man river boxes out Rip after an arguement and a flagrant call on the Heat.
Sheed celebrates after a big three.
Dyesse plays great D.
Sheed pissed at a bogus call.

PISTONS WIN GAME - the final score -90-88 says that it was a closer game than it really was. The Pistons led at one point by 18, and the heat came back and thought they almost won, but didn't. Sheed made some threes, and got pissed and started playing his game. I love when he gets mad, because then he plays with so much passion that no one can stop him. It wouldn't have been as close of a score if the ref at the end would have allowed Tay to call time out, because he did, and apparently everyone say it except the old ref. Apparently he did apologize though, because Tay said he apologized for saying something he shouldn't have said, and that he also said he couldn't hear him call time out because it was too loud in the arena. NO EXCUSE! The next game is Saturday, and I'm pumped for a win in Miami!

Thursday, May 25, 2006







Sheed is relaxed and not worried about the status of the pistons for tonight's game, and neither am I. I have faith in my boys, and I know they will win the series because they rock. They need to show Shaq and Wade exactly what the Pistons are all about.

Also, I'm so glad that Taylor Hicks won American Idol. SOUL PATROL!!!!

Wednesday, May 24, 2006




So yesterday I tried to blog all about my freaking life, and when I went to publish it, no luck. Didn't work... I wrote all about my b-day, and this weekend, and it wouldn't even publish. What a waste. Well, I guess I'll have to do it again.

So this Saturday, I went to my friend Charity's wedding. It was the first Catholic wedding I've ever been to, and it was LONG, and I had no idea what was going on half of the time. Whatever, that's cool. It was beautiful and the reception was cool, even though I had to leave early to get to the highly anticipated birthday celebration.

So then I went to my birthday celebration. At first, I was kinda starting to get a complex that I didn't have any friends... then Andrea and Michelle came, and then Kim and Amanda came, and Kimmie brought me what was later referred to as my "birthday present." Sticking with the Sex and the City theme, I've decided to call him Berger. I don't think I've called anyone else Berger, so this is his name now. We met about a month or so ago, and hit it off right away, he said he'd call me so we could hang out and he never did. I just figured he decided against it because of a combination of some things some "friends" had said to him, and the fact that he is relationally involved. Well, we talked all night and had a good time, and I ended up being the one that drove him back to his vehicle. We sat and talked for what seemed like forever. It was very nice.

So, then on my actual birthday, I went to work (it was Monday), and I was minding my own business, and probably at about 9:30 a.m., who walks in but Mr. Big, and we sat and talked for a while... he flattered me, asking if I had lost weight, and then also told me that sometimes when he's writing songs (which I never knew he did), that he thinks of me, thinking that I would like the particular song he's working on at that time. He actually remembered and mentioned that he knew I always wanted to me the next Sandi Patty. I couldn't believe he brought that up, since I told him that about 3 years ago. He also said that if I ever wanted a song written, that I could just tell him the topic and he'd write one for me. It was very surreal. The whole time I was thinking, "No way this is happening." So when he left, he requested a hug, and I told him we should do lunch sometime (not really thinking of the consequences of that statement when I said it).

So then about oh gosh, a half hour later, I called Berger to see if he still wanted to "do lunch." He said yeah, so we went to Applebee's. Well, I think he made what I might call a cardinal mistake. He invited a mutual "friend," Andrea. Well, she's been completely against us even hanging out it seems like since we first met. There has been a myriad of things that she has said to him, from telling him to break up with his current significant other and go out with her, and the fact that she can't believe he could even think of another girl in that way when he's involved. So, pretty sure she's pissed off at me now. I don't really care, and here's why: Just because I have lunch with someone of the opposite sex, does not mean any of these things:
1. That I'm having sex with them.
2. That I even want to.
3. That we are "dating"- and those of you who attended IWU remember the whole "you're having lunch together, are you dating" trend.
4. That HE is cheating on his significant other because he's talking with a female.
5. That I care what anyone else is thinking when I go to lunch with a new friend.

That is my line of thought, and I am not going to change the way I think or act just because certain people can be rather judgemental. And the only reason she's so upset about the whole thing, is because suddenly now that there might be a possibility that he's "coming to his senses" and possibly ending the relationship that he's in, she's pissed because its not for her. And had I known that she was remotely interested in him, I would have not flirted or anything- but I didn't, and that's not my fault. I feel very strongly about this, because I LOATHE being stabbed in the back, especially when its by someone whom I've always been there for. I guess I'm done ranting about that... for now.

Anyway, I got a plethora of Pistons memorabilia for my b-day, that makes me happy, but this does not: That they lost last night, and then my boss (who consistently comes across to me in a negative way) tells me he thinks they're not going to win the series. Apparently, he wants his home vandalized.... I really shouldn't type that, because I would never do that because I'd be way to scared of 1. Being arrested and 2. losing my job, and I don't have any clue where he lives... and even if I knew the address, I probably couldn't find it anyway.

Tuesday, May 23, 2006






Nothing to say... just wanted to add some pics!