France!
My Horn Can Pierce the Sky!
December/12/2008 11:58 AM
This is my exit poem. Yes I left France. This poem probably accurate describes no part of it haha.
My Horn Can Pierce the Sky!
There’s a place in France
Where the naked ladies dance
There’s a hole in the wall
Where you can see it all
Just kidding, kind of, I didn’t see
The hole in the wall was too short for me
But I didn’t come here for the trouble
I came to get the double doubles
Alas, that chance for me never came
I sat on the bench the entire game!
The reason? No reason, just haterism
So I partook in some grand tourism
Barcelona and Florence, I saw it all
But I would have preferred to see the ball
Think of me just like you would Vinny Chase
On the set of Smoke Jumpers, such a disgrace
But While I was there I got a lot done
I ate fois gros and drank wine with my man Julian
I dominated the Nancy Mario Kart Circuit
And saw TJ Parker get a $22K haircut
I brought all the hype and none of the drama
And I screwed Sarah Palin -- by voting OBAMA
So now I must go to another place
I’ll do like the Joker and put a smile on your face
Them hold me down? Id like to see em try
But don’t forget, my horn can pierce the sky!
My Horn Can Pierce the Sky!
There’s a place in France
Where the naked ladies dance
There’s a hole in the wall
Where you can see it all
Just kidding, kind of, I didn’t see
The hole in the wall was too short for me
But I didn’t come here for the trouble
I came to get the double doubles
Alas, that chance for me never came
I sat on the bench the entire game!
The reason? No reason, just haterism
So I partook in some grand tourism
Barcelona and Florence, I saw it all
But I would have preferred to see the ball
Think of me just like you would Vinny Chase
On the set of Smoke Jumpers, such a disgrace
But While I was there I got a lot done
I ate fois gros and drank wine with my man Julian
I dominated the Nancy Mario Kart Circuit
And saw TJ Parker get a $22K haircut
I brought all the hype and none of the drama
And I screwed Sarah Palin -- by voting OBAMA
So now I must go to another place
I’ll do like the Joker and put a smile on your face
Them hold me down? Id like to see em try
But don’t forget, my horn can pierce the sky!
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A Blackberry, Paris, a Train, a Taxi, and a Faulty Card That Nearly Led to my Demise.
December/08/2008 02:53 PM
Before you hear this story, you need to understand that I bought a Blackberry Storm here in France about a week ago. I got it here so that I could use my ATT card in it and get 3G speeds. It has been a bit of a process to get it unlocked though and, after searching all week, I discovered a place in Paris that could unlock it effortlessly. Today I had a day off and attempted to get this done. This is my story. Check it out...
Stalker Update or Why I Can't be Facebook Friends with French People Anymore
December/08/2008 02:28 PM
So, first of all, the stalker is running around telling people that we talk all the time. Still! From what I was told, she has been chatting with “me” on MSN messenger, even after I made it clear to her and every other person of interest that I DO NOT use MSN messenger. I took her OFF my Facebook friends and told her to check herself.
Well, apparently that didn’t work because she has also told people that I asked her to meet me in Barcelona and I that I waved to her in the stands because she REALLY WENT DOWN TO BARCA FOR THE GAME!
Besides just her, I’ve been told that the French fans take pictures from my Facebook profile and paste them into various other sites. Sometimes with negative comments, sometimes without, but always party pictures or pictures from my day off. Maybe my days of putting up photo’s should come to an end anyway, or maybe I should finally stop adding anybody who wants to be my friend. JGant has been monitoring his FB pics for a long time now because his job checks it. I guess, as a professional, it’s time I did the same.
What do you think?
Well, apparently that didn’t work because she has also told people that I asked her to meet me in Barcelona and I that I waved to her in the stands because she REALLY WENT DOWN TO BARCA FOR THE GAME!
Besides just her, I’ve been told that the French fans take pictures from my Facebook profile and paste them into various other sites. Sometimes with negative comments, sometimes without, but always party pictures or pictures from my day off. Maybe my days of putting up photo’s should come to an end anyway, or maybe I should finally stop adding anybody who wants to be my friend. JGant has been monitoring his FB pics for a long time now because his job checks it. I guess, as a professional, it’s time I did the same.
What do you think?
I Have a Real Life Stalker (Finally)
November/14/2008 10:09 AM
---the names have been changed to protect myself---
During my second week here in France (early September), I logged onto Facebook and did my normal add-friends-poke-back-wall-post deal as usual. Unlike MySpace, I never really check who I’m adding, I just do. The ‘book is just not as crazy as MySpace so I don’t find the need for background checks.
Well, maybe that time has come, because just when I thought Mark Zuckerberg had made it safe to Facebook, I got a message from “Julie” on Facebook messenger:
“Welcome to Nancy! I am excited that you are here.”
“Thanks,” I answered.
“I am friends with your teammate. I saw your practice today.”
“Have I met you before?” I asked.
“No. Just saying hi,” she replied.Check it out...
During my second week here in France (early September), I logged onto Facebook and did my normal add-friends-poke-back-wall-post deal as usual. Unlike MySpace, I never really check who I’m adding, I just do. The ‘book is just not as crazy as MySpace so I don’t find the need for background checks.
Well, maybe that time has come, because just when I thought Mark Zuckerberg had made it safe to Facebook, I got a message from “Julie” on Facebook messenger:
“Welcome to Nancy! I am excited that you are here.”
“Thanks,” I answered.
“I am friends with your teammate. I saw your practice today.”
“Have I met you before?” I asked.
“No. Just saying hi,” she replied.Check it out...
Peer Pressure Drinking in France
September/12/2008 02:03 PM
I left my crib and headed downtown (it’s like 4 minutes from my spot). There’s one restaurant that serves Italian food that I had already been to before with my teammates. The main server speaks good english, so she understands that I like my steak medium-well and not the usual purple-red bloody meat that is served out here. The owner is also a real nice guy who hands me the remote to the flat screen so I can change the channel. It’s a good thing.
After I left there, I went to a bar to meet my teammate. He never showed up. I ended up sitting there drinking some drink that consists of Stella, Cannes (which I think is sugar), and Absinthe. I had about five of those bad boys while waiting for my teammate to show up.
Finally, I got tired of waiting and I left. On my way back to the house, I walked past a bar that the owner of the Italian restaurant happened to be seated out of of. He was with a big group of people. He called me over and asked that I partake in some drinks with them. Who was I to say no?
Check it out...
After I left there, I went to a bar to meet my teammate. He never showed up. I ended up sitting there drinking some drink that consists of Stella, Cannes (which I think is sugar), and Absinthe. I had about five of those bad boys while waiting for my teammate to show up.
Finally, I got tired of waiting and I left. On my way back to the house, I walked past a bar that the owner of the Italian restaurant happened to be seated out of of. He was with a big group of people. He called me over and asked that I partake in some drinks with them. Who was I to say no?
Check it out...