Jason says "read this blog!"
Just when I'm about to sign the DNR papers for this blog something comes along and inspires me to write another post. One of these days Jason Segel will come to his senses and beg me to befriend him. I just hope he isn't waiting to see the 365th reason. It may take years.



365 Reasons Why...An Explanation

Well, hello there (said in a very sexy voice). You're looking quite lovely today. Welcome to my blog. Feel free to take off your shoes and get comfortable, maybe leave a comment or two. This started out as kind of a funny thing to do after I blew a phone conversation with Jason, but I've found I really enjoy writing every day and researching new and interesting things about my future BFF. In January I met Jason at a comedy club and the few words we shared only reinforced my belief that he and I would get along famously. As a dear friend of mine recently said, "why wouldn't he want to be friends with you - you're awesome!" Perhaps the 365 reasons in this blog may just convince Jason of what I already know to be true: separately, our awesomeness is great; combined, it may be enough to take over the world. If you want to be one of my esteemed followers, simply click on the 'follow' button toward the bottom of the page. Come on, you know you want to.



Thursday, July 30, 2015

Reason 313

Racquetball. In the last month I have rediscovered my affinity for a sport where small blue balls zip past my head at unsafe speeds and I unsuccessfully attempt to smack them with a tiny racket. For reasons unknown to man, the racquetball skills possessed by my husband, who isn't the most athletic of fellows, have improved by leaps and bounds, while mine seem to be more on the trajectory of toddler-sized hops. And yet I continue to play against him a few times a week. Such a masochist. At least I am entertaining in my gracelessness. Turns out I'm kind of like the John McEnroe of the local racquetball scene (if that scene actually existed), throwing mild tantrums and swearing up a blue streak when I miss easy shots. I'm also a bit of a rebel, playing sans safety goggles despite signs posted outside the courts encouraging players to protect their peepers and the pleas of my dear friend Emily, who is convinced a ball is going to get lodged in my socket, creating a vacuum that will suck my eyeball clean out. Have I mentioned that some of my friends are insane? Anyhoo, I hear you get your endorphins pumping by putting a bike between your legs, Jason, but if you ever want to squeeze in a game or two of racquetball and come away feeling pretty darn good about your athletic prowess, just let me know. I may even consider wearing safety goggles, if you promise not to destroy me too badly.

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