Sports Moments That Are Freaking Awesome

Sports Moments That Are Freaking Awesome: Moment #5

Rudy Galindo, 1996 Nationals

Sometimes you try and try and you're just good, but not great. But that one moment comes where everything clicks at the right time and you have that one perfect moment.

Rudy Galindo had that moment at the 1996 Nationals. He did well in his short, placing him high enough to contend for a medal. And then he skated the long program of his life. It was skating perfection. It was pure bliss on ice.

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Clash of the Choirs

Things learned while watching a reality show based on celebs forming choirs and competing for charity.

1. I need a Michael Bolton CD. Shut up. Man can sing.

2. Never ever ever try to impress a celebrity judge by singing their songs. Unless you're actually better than them. Which means if you're auditioning for Patti LaBelle or Michael Bolton, don't try. If you're auditioning for Nick Lachey, go for it even if you're tone deaf.

3. Song selection is very important. Because you can save yourself from elimination if you have little old people who can't dance rocking out to Living on a Prayer. Maybe.

4. Blake Shelton is scarily funny. Now I *really* understand why he and Elliott Sadler are friends.

5. It's not wise to show the choirs practicing songs that are amazing, and then bring them in to sing songs that are lackluster in comparison. (Love ya Blake, but once you got your choir on track, you should have stuck with Home. Same info for you, Michael.)

6. Patti LaBelle's choir is going to win this for two reasons: Patti's style and Patti's fanbase. She has the showier style for a choir and she has the type of fanbase that will watch. Everyone else is screwed.

7. Big belty choirs rule, but keep in mind - it's Christmas. Lots of folks have gotten big belty choirs already. So Patti's group wasn't as impressive for being big and belty. (Seriously, that whole thing they were doing in hte middle of the song with the fast note hitting? My dad's choir did that on Sunday.)

8. Choose your soloist based upon ability to sing, not uniqueness. Because unique may stand out if they're good, but if they choke (a la Kelly's choir), then you're screwed.

9. "My daddy sounds like a chain saw on a chalkboard when he sings." Dear Blake, I love you.

10. How about equal opportunity for the male and female soloists in each choir? Either all the women got the love in a choir, or all the men did. And their voices were too amazing to limit to just one night. (Cause you know the celebs were thinking "J is awesome and X is awesome, but we don't want to show all of our awesome on one night!" Yeah. That's supposing you make it to night two.)

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Secret Santa

Boss man's email from today:

After a half day search for my gift from the Hidey Secret Santa I located it where it wasn’t the first time I looked. Attached to the scratched off price sticker adhesive were two human hairs that I have sent to my retired FBI friend for DNA tracing. Secreting Secret Santa paraphernalia , if not a Federal Crime, is still an offensive rule-bender that will not pass unpunished. Science is on my side. The Hidey Secret Santa will be revealed soon.

Pardon my snickering. And the snickering of the person who's office it was in. Because his gift was in her office all along. He just never looked further than a cursory glance. LOL

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My Secret Santa thinks he/she is brilliant, but I am on to him/her. And that male/female slashing of pronouns is on purpose. I've narrowed it down to two individuals who've been conspiring.

I hadn't gotten my gift today, mentioned this fact to a couple of people (figuring if anyone knew mine, it would make it back to that person and I could narrow down my search field based upon who made me be absent from my desk when the gift appeared), suddenly got called to the back by two people...and the gift appeared on my desk. *g* I later went by one of the people who called me to the back, smiled at her and said "Your subtle sucks. My Secret Santa needs new conspirators." She cracked up.

So far I've gotten a gift certificate for a Mexican restaurant and a book called "Triad Hauntings". Very cool swag.

Hiding From The Druggie

I'm currently sitting at my direct boss's desk (she's out on vacation) and using her computer, with a wooden bat beside me, because some drugged out guy called. He was rambling and making no sense. Kept saying something about a letter. Wants to come by and show it to us. I'm seriously creeped out right now, because he was NOT sober. Someone suggested maybe he had had a stroke. Nope. Stroke would mean he talked slower to make up for the speech impediment. This guy was on something.