This weekend was spent at home... good, clean, wholesome fun. My mind is still reeling from Terri's graduation. I still can't believe that it's been three years since I marched to the tune of the Mighty Spartan Band playing "Pomp and Circumstance." This past Thursday was my sister's turn. (It really makes me feel old.) Sitting through the ceremony, I thought about my siblings and I, and the traits that each of us inherited. My sister, without a doubt, got the brains. I always thought I was semi-smart. But my sister always managed to outdo me in EVERYTHING! She's really the gifted one. So talented at the piano, so smart in anything math or science related, so skilled at writing... and top it off with a photographic memory. My brother swears he'll get by with his charming good looks... which leaves me with what? Social skills? I guess that's my trait. I talk a lot. I like talking. And that's how I get things done.

In other news, tonight was supposed to be the night I went to a riveting and unforgetable Game 7, where the Lakers take the championships, and to the utter amazement of ignorant sports analysts and Shaq, Kobe takes the MVP. With a heavy heart, I must admit that is not how the story unfolds... obviously somebody didn't read the script. This isn't how the Laker season was supposed to end. But I'll take the good with the bad. It was a fun season. Thanks for the memories... we'll see you next year.



In my eyes, you ARE the MVP.