up your architecture.

Well, I had another exciting day today of working on random office stuff, watching a bit of television, catching up on some reading and mulling through the remnants of my younger life on the internet as I mused through former blogs. I think that Randy and David will especially get a kick out of this one, so I wanted to post it. I may make this a regular installment as I have found I really enjoy some of the stories. It also makes me miss the hell out of life's little adventures. I think I will get up to some soon...

Circa May 2003:
Well, I owe it to readerdom to catch you up on my absence starting on Thursday. Thursday night Randall and I returned to La Casa del Wheeler for Smackdown and food. Afterward we invented what we like to call "Show Me The Mooonnnaaaaayyyy!". We each start off "owning" our trademark shot. Mine is the straight from the top of the key three pointer with my back against the big evergreen. Randy's is the Karl Malone free throw, and David's (or as we have jokingly referred to him as of late, D-Money) from the midway of the three point arc where the sidewalk meets the driveway. For some reason, he can hit that more consistently than any other shot, who woulda thunk it? Moving on... the point of the game is to own each player's shot. To do so you must take a shot from their location. The key is when you do it, you have to say their name in our own little Tonkatown ghetto slang. The first initial of your name followed by Money as loud as you care to be. So to a never ending chorus of "*consanent*-money!" we played deep into the night. And all was good and the peasants rejoiced.

*end retro transmission*