tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8964698794691718038.post8337305861958128662..comments2024-02-24T18:21:32.681-07:00Comments on It Just Gets Stranger: Jr. JazzELIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11231200183264672395noreply@blogger.comBlogger28125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8964698794691718038.post-16567078296967816952018-05-12T13:17:46.125-06:002018-05-12T13:17:46.125-06:00I joined track in 8th grade because it was a no-cu...I joined track in 8th grade because it was a no-cut sport and all my friends were playing. I figured I could be a thrower, because I HATE running.<br /><br />Turns out I was no good at throwing though, and they needed runners so the team wouldn’t be disqualified in certain races at meets.<br /><br />The only times I didn’t come in dead late were when we were so short-handed my friend also had to run. But despite this being middle school, my teammates would circle back on the sidelines and run with me, encouraging me all the way to the finish line. It’s a funny but wonderful memory for me.Sarahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11071826737533792395noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8964698794691718038.post-83519406595383573942018-05-02T20:05:41.180-06:002018-05-02T20:05:41.180-06:00I’m dying!! I was on a little league team that was...I’m dying!! I was on a little league team that was called “The Green Sox” (but our Forrest green T-shirt’s had “Burg’s Heating and Air” printed on them and not our name) that lost all but one game— the game the other team didn’t show up for. This team was built by my father of all the children who didn’t make one of the other teams. We were what movies were made of. Amanda Goadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06005201849792685839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8964698794691718038.post-68799350252655929562018-05-01T19:06:36.106-06:002018-05-01T19:06:36.106-06:00Omigosh, "Anonymous"... I had the same t...Omigosh, "Anonymous"... I had the same thing happen as I walked INTO A WORK MEETING one time!! I had to try to be nonchalant as I reached down and grabbed them, and then had to find a way to discreetly tuck them into my pocket. <br />I now give all pants a shakedown before wearing. KRohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14473499065831765246noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8964698794691718038.post-3676913870630334042018-05-01T07:26:49.752-06:002018-05-01T07:26:49.752-06:00I spent some time wondering about this same thing....I spent some time wondering about this same thing. Thanks for the clarification!Amy Rosehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16240262331193821446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8964698794691718038.post-61432696326669824802018-04-30T23:10:51.940-06:002018-04-30T23:10:51.940-06:00This has nothing to do with sports BUT, I found yo...This has nothing to do with sports BUT, I found your Airbnb. Nice place you have there although the odor of essential oils came through my screen the moment I clicked on the photos.....The picture of Duncan is adorable. And there is no apostrophe in its. Second paragraph, first sentence.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8964698794691718038.post-62418564552568411192018-04-30T23:04:00.616-06:002018-04-30T23:04:00.616-06:00Years ago, a friend of mine had a pair of undies s...Years ago, a friend of mine had a pair of undies slip out of her pant leg at the KMart. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8964698794691718038.post-19086476291141510132018-04-30T19:04:37.086-06:002018-04-30T19:04:37.086-06:00Considering you were basically the only reason i g...Considering you were basically the only reason i gamed any sports, i obviously enjoyed doing it with you too, all star. Amy RoseAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8964698794691718038.post-29292648442868310662018-04-30T14:45:31.866-06:002018-04-30T14:45:31.866-06:00This is legit the funniest story I have ever heard...This is legit the funniest story I have ever heard. Days of our Lives had me in actual tears. So jealous of people who live close enough to go to these shows.<br /><br />I'm the writing teacher who has asked you before if I can use your writing in my class as creative writing examples. I hope you don't mind if I play this recording in our creative storytelling section. I like to give written and told examples of good storytelling to the class. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8964698794691718038.post-60656699212266500982018-04-30T14:42:18.059-06:002018-04-30T14:42:18.059-06:00Thanks for coming! Glad to hear we didn't alie...Thanks for coming! Glad to hear we didn't alienate amputee families that night. And I'm really sorry about Taylor Swift canceling last minute. We were all disappointed. It Just Gets Strangerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05343152279468062540noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8964698794691718038.post-75063042417812761632018-04-30T12:45:20.738-06:002018-04-30T12:45:20.738-06:00You are me in every childhood sport I was signed u...You are me in every childhood sport I was signed up for. Trying to avoid the ball at all costs, trying to stay guarded so I couldn't get the ball passed to me. I got ok at softball, but I wasn't sad when I missed a playoff game because of some other commitment and they never told me when the next game was. <br /><br />My moment of glory in YW basketball was one time I caught the rebound when the other team missed a basket. We played half-court press, so the other team couldn't guard you until you crossed the half-court line into your team's half. I caught the ball and waited for everyone to leave so I could dribble the ball unimpeded to our half, where I would then attempt to get rid of the ball as quickly as possible. However, one girl from the other ward was standing right over me guarding me. Um, this was not allowed! I was not going to try to dribble the ball while she tried to steal it from me when I shouldn't have to. So I shooed her away with my hand and waited until she left before I started dribbling. The young men in our ward that came to support us died laughing that I did that and gave me many high fives after the game was over. I don't even remember if we won or not.Brittanyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04488463268751586446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8964698794691718038.post-49955747653604558242018-04-30T11:19:54.869-06:002018-04-30T11:19:54.869-06:00I was on a coed soccer team when I was probably ab...I was on a coed soccer team when I was probably about 7. I was arguably the best player on the team, if that tells you something. Once, in practice, they give me the ball and asked me to try to get the ball through the entire rest of the team. I made a goal. Now, that doesn't tell you anything about my skill, it just shows you how terrible our team was. We didn't win a single game and the only goal we scored throughout the season was when the coach's son kicked the ball in our own goal. The coach's son. It was bad. I still wish I would have stuck with soccer though. Jen Kenthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12811442124515857903noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8964698794691718038.post-8426669047320719592018-04-30T10:34:06.162-06:002018-04-30T10:34:06.162-06:00You are hiLaRiOuS! All true. Sadly. :) ;) lolol
Xo...You are hiLaRiOuS! All true. Sadly. :) ;) lolol<br />XoxoxoXo MomAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8964698794691718038.post-81830744555449307702018-04-30T10:28:14.872-06:002018-04-30T10:28:14.872-06:00That's a Cathie McCann original.That's a Cathie McCann original. It Just Gets Strangerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05343152279468062540noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8964698794691718038.post-59251844417157178422018-04-30T10:27:30.567-06:002018-04-30T10:27:30.567-06:00Haha. That should have said "many." My m...Haha. That should have said "many." My mother just texted me and asked me to clarify so she doesn't get robbed. It Just Gets Strangerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05343152279468062540noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8964698794691718038.post-67020899696062036272018-04-30T10:05:15.811-06:002018-04-30T10:05:15.811-06:00I loved gaming the sports with you.I loved gaming the sports with you.Mimi Colletthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15879880111595536353noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8964698794691718038.post-71047558665928334792018-04-30T10:04:38.782-06:002018-04-30T10:04:38.782-06:00I’ve been pondering this all day. Is “money” what ...I’ve been pondering this all day. Is “money” what you meant to type? Was it supposed to be “many” as in they have many pictures of Jr. Jazz Eli?<br /><br />Because having money IS an acceptable reason to track someone down . . .Mimi Colletthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15879880111595536353noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8964698794691718038.post-75076176667637252382018-04-30T10:02:11.582-06:002018-04-30T10:02:11.582-06:00My little brother had a shirt made out of the exac...My little brother had a shirt made out of the exact same sailing boat fabric when he was a toddler, but I don't remember it having matching shorts. Do you know if Cathy made that oufit or if it came from a store?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8964698794691718038.post-45948016563266850502018-04-30T09:28:37.001-06:002018-04-30T09:28:37.001-06:00We have our own hampers, so it’s usually separate....We have our own hampers, so it’s usually separate. Then if he’s almost out of underwear, I wash his. And if I’m almost out of underwear, I wash mine. Early on in our marriage, I used one hamper for whites and one for colors, but I like having ours separate better.Mimi Colletthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15879880111595536353noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8964698794691718038.post-28426735313363985342018-04-30T00:19:43.442-06:002018-04-30T00:19:43.442-06:00Outgunned
Outmanned
Outnumbered
OutplannedOutgunned<br />Outmanned<br />Outnumbered<br />OutplannedAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8964698794691718038.post-74246057717869378012018-04-29T23:11:46.854-06:002018-04-29T23:11:46.854-06:00My 16 year old daughter came with me to Strangervi...My 16 year old daughter came with me to Strangerville Live. Her father is a double amputee, and she's played bball-starting with Jr Jazz since 3rd grade. She laughed harder than I've seen her laugh since she became a teenager that night. Cheesecake Factory afterward and it would have been the perfect night. If only Taylor Swift would have performed.....Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8964698794691718038.post-12191847139634937222018-04-29T21:53:25.752-06:002018-04-29T21:53:25.752-06:00I just listen to this for the second time. Absolut...I just listen to this for the second time. Absolutely hilarious! You are such a talented son. Love you. DadAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8964698794691718038.post-31386450181064661442018-04-29T21:00:25.965-06:002018-04-29T21:00:25.965-06:00I feel like I am going to need some closure with t...I feel like I am going to need some closure with the stump lady. Katienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8964698794691718038.post-37360608474464418472018-04-29T18:23:43.626-06:002018-04-29T18:23:43.626-06:00Wait, you wash your husbands clothes separately th...Wait, you wash your husbands clothes separately than your own? Now I’m curious how people do this. I just grab whatever clothes I can find to fill the washer. Chime in please, this is important. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8964698794691718038.post-26519257070178536002018-04-29T16:15:36.174-06:002018-04-29T16:15:36.174-06:00I don't have the Twitter, but I can see yours ...I don't have the Twitter, but I can see yours on your blog sidebar. I just read this one: "so a sock fell out of my pant leg as I was walking out of my boss’s office and I didn’t notice so he had to call me back in to get it but how are you doing?" And it made me laugh thinking of back when my kids were babies, and I was breastfeeding and thus had a lot of cloth breast pads in the wash. One day my husband asked me if I had washed our clothes together, because he had found a breast pad in the sleeve of his dress shirt at work. teeheeMimi Colletthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15879880111595536353noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8964698794691718038.post-62963466534931644682018-04-29T13:06:40.389-06:002018-04-29T13:06:40.389-06:00This was your best. I really think this is one of ...This was your best. I really think this is one of the best told stories I’ve ever heard. You really have a gift. Thanks for sharing it with strangers. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com