Cool Boys.

Announcement: Michael Pickert is good with babies. I really like this picture of my brother and Grey, my godson. Mike was really awkward at first with Grey, but the baby was just so instantly comfortable with him. They are like old friends, except Grey isn’t old enough to be anyone’s old friend.

Leah goes to a work dinner.

Leah: The place has like octapus and goat.
me: Gross, are you going to eat some goat?
Leah: Can’t decide between the two. Hopefully the octapus is alive and running around my plate.
me: They run?
Leah: Sure they do– marathoners I dont know, maybe?
me: Triatholon?
Leah: yeah
me: They kick butt at the swimming portion
Leah: Maybe a triatolon for sure. I bet they could definitely do the bike if one leg got tired, he’s got many more to trade out
Leah: Running too I guess for that matter. Hopefully he has the endurance for it all
me: 8 legs, what a cheat, he would win
Leah: No kidding. I will never play sports with an octapus

PICKmeg

I am an Air Force brat. We moved, and I needed to stand out at every new place. I needed to make my mark. I did this by owning a neon orange backpack. I did it by showing up for clubs and sports (which works in Mississippi, when no one cares about being on the team- they just let you on). I ran for offices, my slogan of choice being PICKmeg. This slogan got my on various student councils and the role of class president (I was unopposed). Point is, I think it is an accurate tagline for my life. I want people to pick me to spend time with, to trust me with their problems and friendships. I want people to pick me for the project at work. I want you to pick me for the extra concert/play/whatever ticket you have.