Monday, February 26, 2007

Aw, yeah

That's right. Violindan is back. And for my return, I would like to say that my sister is hereby an honorary member of PH4H because of what she just said to me: "I once had a Cristian Guzman bobblehead doll." Because she was at the right Twins game.

9 comments:

dara said...

There are no honorary members -- just send your sister an invitation to participate. (Maybe then someone will write something.)

Then again, she said that she "once had a Cristian Guzman bobblehead doll." A real ph4h-er would keep that valuable memento forever.

DSL said...

Should I revoke my membership for not knowing who Cristian Guzman is? Or caring?

violindan said...

Can we blame her for losing track of the bobblehead before PH4H existed? She'd have kept it if she'd known it would one day be so, um, valuable.

DSL said...

I say she should become a member because she doesn't have a bobblehead. And as Dara points out, we need someone to write on this blog.

dara said...

Anyone who is on this blog can invite anyone else to participate. The ph4h blog is an inclusive excercise in futility.

violindan said...

I invited her. And Debby, rather than revoked membership, I think you get special recognition for having known Justin this long and not knowing or caring who Cristian Guzman is. Glad he isn't rubbing off on you too much!

DSL said...

That's because Justin would like to keep me around for a while. :-p

Justin S. said...

So how exactly did Rachel part with the Cristian Guzman bobblehead? Did she actively get rid of it or did she lose it? If she lost it, she's definitely ph4h-worthy, as losing things is a pretty ph4h thing to do.

The Monkeyhippy said...

So here's the thing: I own more pseudo-sentimental crap than a Florida retirement village. And when I finally manage to get rid of something because Christian Guzman is no longer a Twin and, let's face it, he's not very good, I get scolded. What's a girl to do?

In case you're wondering, it went to a good home. Last I saw the Guzhead, it was sitting proudly in the kitchen of my ex-boyfriend's ex-roommate, waiting for large trucks to drive by so that it could wobble its cares away.