Birthdays and other nefarious plots to make your knees ache.......

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How come whenever the counter of my lifespan is about to tickover yet another digit my knees decide to crumble sympathetically? Currently I am attempting to coach 15 highly energetic 13 year old girls who wonder as to why my knees sound like a bowl of Rice Krispies when I squat down. It's not right, I should not have to explain the ravages of old age and undue stubbornness about injured hamstrings to little girls. Although some of them aren't so little any more. In fact three of them are taller than I am. One is 5 foot 11 and only 12 years old. I am avidly encouraging volleyball to her as well as soccer. So as is a burgeoning tradition (at least the last couple of years) I went out and spent money I don't have on a pseudo gift. Last year was this wonderous computer that I am currently abusing, and have almost paid off. This year a new pool cue. I guess I could bore everyone silly with the technical aspects of why one months rent was spent on a small piece of firewood, I could talk about the advances in technology, I could explain the physics of tip deflection and applied english when lining up shots, or i could just say this....it's pretty and really shiny. However, if you really want them low down on the stick, and are as geeky about pool as I am then email me and I will regale you with all the facts about my shaft and the size of the tip. How inflexible and solid it is; with it's fine European taper of wood. Of course I shall try my darndest to leave out all of the entendres. Nah! It's long, hard and puts just the right amount of spin on my balls.
Anyhow I had a reason, or at least a subject for posting, but it eludes me for right now. Needless to say I am currently not in jail, not unemployed, and definitely not moralistically unchallenged. Of course Lost_boy would definitely be able to attest to some of those. Hopefully he has made it back from the desert in mostly one piece.