2002-06-07 - 9:53 a.m.
I have a very busy weekend planned. Iím volunteering at Special Olympics tomorrow in Stockton. Iím supposed to be there from 8 to 5 but I am cutting out a little early. Because I have dinner plans. Although the nice thing about it being Special Olympics is people canít really fault you. Oh, Iím sorry I was late but little Marty just wouldnít let me go. We had to pry my arm from his unconscious fingers before the tazer shock wore off. I did it last year and had a good time. Sure, because of it there is a special place in hell reserved for me. And my children will be downs albino dwarf hermaphrodites with thalomide flipper arms because of Daddyís tempting of karma. Because those tend to be the groups I mock the most. I have last years picture in my cube, and when asked about it I usually say that itís last years Sales BBQ and those are the Top Salesmen for the Region. Itís a cheap shot, but one Iím not above taking. All kidding aside, it really is a great time. The kids are so into it. Even the 30 year old ones. And there is a lot of good energy and fun. And zero sportsmanship. I was on the basketball courts and my god. Kicking, Biting, Screaming, Pants wetting. I saw it all. Iím sure that tomorrow will be the same. This is the second bit of volunteering that Iíve done. The weekend before I poured wine at the Sunnyvale Art & Wine festival. Sunday Iím participating in a run that includes a pancake breakfast and a concert. It should be fun. A fun run. Oh boy. Iím getting all strange. So Iíll stop before I get further behind.
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