Fun Fact re: Sports

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Fun Fact re: NBA Players

My mother and Li'l Brother were visiting this last weekend, and we stayed in on Sunday night because it was too cold outside and because Li'l Brother wanted to watch the NBA All Star Game. At the beginning, with much fanfare, the players for each team were introduced. They processed out onto some kind of lighted pedestals while the Houston Symphony played Crazy Train. As they stood there in a sort of formation, I thought they sort of looked like they were about to do a dance...

Me: (gasp) Are they going to dance?!?
Li'l Brother: (scoff) No, Fanta, they're not going to dance. Those are the players!
Me: (hurt) Well yes Li'l Brother I know those are the players but you have to admit, they look a little bit like they're about to do a dance.
Li'l Brother: (rolls eyes to indicate how stupid I am)

Moments later, from behind the players, arise MORE players, who I learn are called "starters" Once they have risen all the way, they...do...a...dance.

Thank you.

and

In the twenty minutes I managed to stay awake for the NBA All Star Game, I came to the conclusion that perhaps I made an uninformed post below. Some of those NBA players are not bad looking and all so tall...maybe I would like to pull me one.

To the gym!

**In this post, Fanta has learned how to make italics

Fun Fact re: Exercise

Someone recommended that I download a song called The New Workout Plan by Kanye West for listening to at the gym. Kanye tells me at the beginning of this song:

Ladies, if you follow these instructions exactly, you might be able to pull you a rapper, a NBA player, man at least a dude with a car!

I hope that provides you all with motivation too. I, for one, have been dreaming for years about pulling me a NBA player.

Fun Fact re: The Weather

I generally keep a glass of water next to my bed on my window sill. I generally keep my window cracked to provide fresh air and because my heater is too hot. This morning I tried to take a drink of water and found that my water was frozen solid.

And

I hear a familiar/surprising voice coming from Li'l Brother's bedroom...

Me: Li'l Brother, are you listening to Chris Cornell?!

Li'l Brother: (scoff) No. Who's that?

Me: Never mind. Who ARE you listening to?

Li'l Brother: Audioslave. Don't you know anything?

The DMV and Me (a response)

The DMV can sometimes be alright. But usually it's not.

Today I had to bring Li'l Brother to get his permit test. Our mother sent us off with a real birth certificate and a photocopied birth certificate and a school ID and a bag lunch and her best wishes. We were so prepared. Halfway through the approximately 12-minute drive to the DMV, I asked Li'l Brother to double check that he had everything, and we found ourselves to be missing the real birth certificate. I called home and sure enough our mother went outside and found it in the snow between our door and the driveway. She said "I'm sure you won't need it. Don't bother coming back for it."

When we arrived, we waited in a long line at the end of which we spoke to a woman with a bad cold and appallingly bad hair who told us that the photocopied birth certificate would not do (of course) and that we needed the real thing. She allowed Li'l Brother to begin taking his test while I drove home to get the real thing. When I returned 24 minutes later, we waited in another long line at the end of which we were handed a form and told to fill it out and then wait in a third line. We filled out the form (which required calling my mother to retrieve Li'l Brother's social security number) and got in the third line. I overheard the woman at the counter talking to a person ahead of us in line. She said something like "Where's your mom or dad?" With a sinking heart I realized that maybe they would need a parent to be here. I confirmed this with a rude counter person. Li'l Brother and I brainstormed. Perhaps I could pretend I was his mother. The problem here would be that my name does not match the name in the "Mother" box on Li'l Brother's birth certificate, and also that one look at my ID would bring up questions about how I'd managed to have a child at the age of seven. Maybe we could tell them that our mother and father are in comas. That I am his only guardian... It sure would help if we had the same last name at least...

We gave up and I left Li'l Brother in line while I drove home AGAIN and handed the car off to our mom.

What a pain. Although maybe not entirely the fault of the DMV. I dunno though. That woman probably gave me her cold.

You asked for it (And here it is)

Unfortunately, in death he appears much smaller than when he was terrorizing my bedroom and my life. Dolyn suggests that this is because his soul has left him. Works for me. Seriously, though, check out those antlers!