The weekend is finally (thankfully, mercifully) upon us, and it's going to be a busy one for activities completely unrelated to Easter.
The Masters started today, and the four golfers I chose in the pool teed off and immediately started to SUCK BADLY. I have a sure-fire, guaranteed way to bring a golfer down. Just pick him on my Masters sheet. Three of the four have to make the cut in order for me to stay in the contest; I'll be lucky if ONE of them makes it. Goodbye, little $20.
Baseball started today, and I was dismayed to see that the Braves' game was in the middle of the day. I followed the little cartoon characters online, and they lost. Then tomorrow they have a day off. What?? You have the entire last six months off, come back and play one day, then have a day OFF? I think I would like to have that kind of schedule. Never mind...
The NCAA Gymnastics Regional Championships will be held this Saturday (which is also my birthday, so can I ask for a WIN for my birthday gift?) at six different locations around the country. The top two teams from each regional move on to the national championships, which are being held this year just about 20 minutes from where I live. Katydid and I will be traveling about two and a half hours to attend the Auburn Regional this Saturday, getting back home sometime between midnight and 1:00 AM. Zzzzzzzzzz..... I'm too old to stay up that late. The UGA Gym Dogs are the #1 seed for our regional, and they SHOULD advance easily, but strange things have been known to happen in the post-season.
BUT FIRST, before we make that journey, we are riding in a bicycle ride that we've done a number of times in a town not far from my home either. Instead of doing the 60-mile route, we are planning to ride the shorter one, 37 miles, dash back to my house to shower and change clothes, then make the trek to Alabama. Whew - I'm exhausted just thinking about it!
Happy (early) weekend!
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Thursday, April 5, 2012
Tuesday, March 6, 2012
My Apologies.....
My apologies, but this will have to be one of those "I'm sorry I don't have time to write a real blog post" posts. Along with it being Super Tuesday, we had two interviews after school today, I had a hair appointment, and then Hubby and I went to see our godson play against my alma mater (boy did THAT feel conflicted - I was wearing UGA gear because that's all I HAVE, but we sat behind the Kennesaw State dugout and cheered...loudly...for KSU) in a college baseball game.
The afternoon was so busy that we wound up eating at McDonald's for dinner. I know, right? McDonald's. Really? Really. I justified it in my head by saying it was much cheaper than eating $6 hot dogs at the ball field (the game was played at the Gwinnett Braves stadium, a minor league venue with major league prices), then I went and bought a $3.50 pretzel, for heaven's sake.
My toes may thaw out sometime in June.
The afternoon was so busy that we wound up eating at McDonald's for dinner. I know, right? McDonald's. Really? Really. I justified it in my head by saying it was much cheaper than eating $6 hot dogs at the ball field (the game was played at the Gwinnett Braves stadium, a minor league venue with major league prices), then I went and bought a $3.50 pretzel, for heaven's sake.
My toes may thaw out sometime in June.
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| Not a great picture, and you may not be able to tell, but he wears #10. |
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
This is Ridiculous.....
There is no reason in the world that a grown, educated woman should get SO DAMN UPSET over a sports team.
She should not allow her mood to be determined by the success (OR LACK THEREOF) of a baseball team late in the season.
Said grown, educated woman should not awaken multiple times during the night, having turned the baseball game off when it was tied because she couldn't bear to watch, jolting awake to wonder, "Did they win? Did they win?"
Said grown, educated woman should not lie there afraid to get up and check the final score because she knows it will render her sleepless for the rest of the night.
She should not SLAM her hand against the power button of the car's radio upon starting home after Zumba and discovering said team WHO DESPERATELY NEEDS TO WIN TO MAKE THE PLAY-OFFS is already down 3-0, oops 4-0, make that 6-0.
She should definitely not admit that the ran the risk of breaking both her hand AND the radio with such a pathetic display of temper. (They're both fine. I think.)
This grown, educated woman should not allow her blood pressure to skyrocket just because her team needs any combination of at least one win and at least one loss by the team nearest them in the standings, and her team is playing the team with the best record in baseball while the other team is playing the worst.
She should not allow herself to get so upset that she puts three "L's" in the word "allow." She should also not get so upset that she is forced to take a sleep aid.
Said baseball team should NOT be in a fight for their lives to make the play-offs when just a couple of weeks ago they had a NINE AND HALF GAME LEAD IN THE WILD CARD RACE.
It's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game.
In my next life I won't care about sports. It's too late for this one.
Calling my therapist,
Bragger
She should not allow her mood to be determined by the success (OR LACK THEREOF) of a baseball team late in the season.
Said grown, educated woman should not awaken multiple times during the night, having turned the baseball game off when it was tied because she couldn't bear to watch, jolting awake to wonder, "Did they win? Did they win?"
Said grown, educated woman should not lie there afraid to get up and check the final score because she knows it will render her sleepless for the rest of the night.
She should not SLAM her hand against the power button of the car's radio upon starting home after Zumba and discovering said team WHO DESPERATELY NEEDS TO WIN TO MAKE THE PLAY-OFFS is already down 3-0, oops 4-0, make that 6-0.
She should definitely not admit that the ran the risk of breaking both her hand AND the radio with such a pathetic display of temper. (They're both fine. I think.)
This grown, educated woman should not allow her blood pressure to skyrocket just because her team needs any combination of at least one win and at least one loss by the team nearest them in the standings, and her team is playing the team with the best record in baseball while the other team is playing the worst.
She should not allow herself to get so upset that she puts three "L's" in the word "allow." She should also not get so upset that she is forced to take a sleep aid.
Said baseball team should NOT be in a fight for their lives to make the play-offs when just a couple of weeks ago they had a NINE AND HALF GAME LEAD IN THE WILD CARD RACE.
It's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game, it's just a game.
In my next life I won't care about sports. It's too late for this one.
Calling my therapist,
Bragger
Monday, August 22, 2011
Sing It With Me.....Tradition...Tradition.....
I am all about tradition, especially in sports. I think there is often a fine line between superstition and tradition, but it doesn't matter to me. Teams do some of the same things again and again, and fans participate in some of those rituals.
At many college football games, fans (and players) hold up four fingers at the beginning of the fourth quarter. In gymnastics we hold up four fingers at the beginning of the fourth rotation (in dual meets). Why (and when?) we hold up four fingers in college basketball, which has two halves instead of four quarters.....well, I don't know.
UGA football teams have worn red jerseys and silver britches (they aren't pants, either, they're britches) for a long time. Never mind that they aren't really silver but gray (shhhhhh.......). They recently unveiled a special Nike uniform they will wear for the first game this year, and while I'm not sold on the red-on-red look, I absolutely LOVE the red and silver helmets. It doesn't matter much anyway, since the uniforms are only for one game. (Is it just me, or does that sound a tiny bit expensive?)
And none of this has much to do with what prompted this post.
I was folding clothes and watching the Braves vs. Cubs baseball game when Freddie Freeman, the Braves' rookie first baseman, came to bat. I didn't realize at the time that it was his first ever at-bat at Wrigley Field, which is fraught with tradition all by itself. Freddie jacked the first pitch over the ivy-covered wall for a home run. True to the Wrigley Field tradition, the fan who caught the home run ball threw it back onto the field.
Baseball players don't usually get to keep souvenir home run balls because the fans keep them. (Except for that extraordinary man who caught Derek Jeter's 3000th hit, a home run, and now is in deep do-do with the IRS for all the "thank you" gifts with which the Yankees rewarded him.)
By throwing the ball back onto the field, though, the fan enabled Freddie to have a memento that will likely mean a lot to him throughout what I hope will be a long career with the Braves. (I'm certain one of the Chicago outfielders retrieved the ball for him. If they didn't, I don't want to know about it.)
I've always wondered if I were lucky enough to A) go to a baseball game at Wrigley Field; B) sit behind that beautiful ivy-covered wall; C) catch a home run ball; and D) live to tell about it, would I be able to throw a home run ball back onto the field? (I mean, assuming I were there to cheer for the Cubs, which I probably wouldn't be, especially if they were playing the Braves.) Heck, I caught a FOUL ball hit by Andres Galarraga in Atlanta, and I carried that bad boy around for DAYS, showing it to anyone who would stand still long enough for me to tell the story.
Okay, I didn't really CATCH it. Hubby jumped up for it, his co-worker jumped for it, twenty people around us jumped up for it, and I was positively frozen in my seat. I still don't know how it wound up in my lap. But by golly it's mine. If it had been an actual home run ball, I don't think I could have brought myself to throw it back on the field. It wouldn't matter WHO hit it.
One more cool thing about this game and I promise I'll shut up. One of the Cubs hit a pop fly to the third base line, and Chipper Jones was going for it in foul territory. He had to lean way into the seats to catch the ball for the third out, and when he did, he simply turned his glove over and allowed a woman in the front row to pluck it out of his glove for a keepsake. I thought she was going to cry. Then I thought I was going to cry.
I sure hope Chipper didn't strain his wrist turning his glove over like that. I'm just sayin'.......
At many college football games, fans (and players) hold up four fingers at the beginning of the fourth quarter. In gymnastics we hold up four fingers at the beginning of the fourth rotation (in dual meets). Why (and when?) we hold up four fingers in college basketball, which has two halves instead of four quarters.....well, I don't know.
UGA football teams have worn red jerseys and silver britches (they aren't pants, either, they're britches) for a long time. Never mind that they aren't really silver but gray (shhhhhh.......). They recently unveiled a special Nike uniform they will wear for the first game this year, and while I'm not sold on the red-on-red look, I absolutely LOVE the red and silver helmets. It doesn't matter much anyway, since the uniforms are only for one game. (Is it just me, or does that sound a tiny bit expensive?)
And none of this has much to do with what prompted this post.
I was folding clothes and watching the Braves vs. Cubs baseball game when Freddie Freeman, the Braves' rookie first baseman, came to bat. I didn't realize at the time that it was his first ever at-bat at Wrigley Field, which is fraught with tradition all by itself. Freddie jacked the first pitch over the ivy-covered wall for a home run. True to the Wrigley Field tradition, the fan who caught the home run ball threw it back onto the field.
Baseball players don't usually get to keep souvenir home run balls because the fans keep them. (Except for that extraordinary man who caught Derek Jeter's 3000th hit, a home run, and now is in deep do-do with the IRS for all the "thank you" gifts with which the Yankees rewarded him.)
By throwing the ball back onto the field, though, the fan enabled Freddie to have a memento that will likely mean a lot to him throughout what I hope will be a long career with the Braves. (I'm certain one of the Chicago outfielders retrieved the ball for him. If they didn't, I don't want to know about it.)
I've always wondered if I were lucky enough to A) go to a baseball game at Wrigley Field; B) sit behind that beautiful ivy-covered wall; C) catch a home run ball; and D) live to tell about it, would I be able to throw a home run ball back onto the field? (I mean, assuming I were there to cheer for the Cubs, which I probably wouldn't be, especially if they were playing the Braves.) Heck, I caught a FOUL ball hit by Andres Galarraga in Atlanta, and I carried that bad boy around for DAYS, showing it to anyone who would stand still long enough for me to tell the story.
Okay, I didn't really CATCH it. Hubby jumped up for it, his co-worker jumped for it, twenty people around us jumped up for it, and I was positively frozen in my seat. I still don't know how it wound up in my lap. But by golly it's mine. If it had been an actual home run ball, I don't think I could have brought myself to throw it back on the field. It wouldn't matter WHO hit it.
One more cool thing about this game and I promise I'll shut up. One of the Cubs hit a pop fly to the third base line, and Chipper Jones was going for it in foul territory. He had to lean way into the seats to catch the ball for the third out, and when he did, he simply turned his glove over and allowed a woman in the front row to pluck it out of his glove for a keepsake. I thought she was going to cry. Then I thought I was going to cry.
I sure hope Chipper didn't strain his wrist turning his glove over like that. I'm just sayin'.......
Friday, August 12, 2011
It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year.....
Sing it with me now....
"It's the most wonderful time of the year....
The Falcons are winning, the Braves are a-winning,
And I'm of good cheer......
It's the most wonderful time of the year."
Forgive my giddiness if you will. I have survived the first week of school, I rode my bike home from school and didn't die in the heat, I jumped in the pool with my cycling clothes on when I got home (that's for you, Sweet Girl!), our friend and former co-worker came by to see us at lunch (miss you, Sara! I hope you're enjoying the game from the FRONT ROW), I hear the sound of THUNDER, and baseball and football are BOTH on television tonight. I love it when the seasons overlap. Sure it's only pre-season football, but it's enough for me.
Add to all of THAT giddiness the fact that Hubby told me he is NOT playing golf tomorrow -- I know, right? -- and we are going on an outing. I'll wait until tomorrow night to tell you what the outing is/was, and that way I don't have to come up with another blog topic. Heck, I might even stretch it out for three or four nights.
There's a fine line between giddiness and delirium. I'll stop before I cross it.
Happy weekend!
"It's the most wonderful time of the year....
The Falcons are winning, the Braves are a-winning,
And I'm of good cheer......
It's the most wonderful time of the year."
Forgive my giddiness if you will. I have survived the first week of school, I rode my bike home from school and didn't die in the heat, I jumped in the pool with my cycling clothes on when I got home (that's for you, Sweet Girl!), our friend and former co-worker came by to see us at lunch (miss you, Sara! I hope you're enjoying the game from the FRONT ROW), I hear the sound of THUNDER, and baseball and football are BOTH on television tonight. I love it when the seasons overlap. Sure it's only pre-season football, but it's enough for me.
Add to all of THAT giddiness the fact that Hubby told me he is NOT playing golf tomorrow -- I know, right? -- and we are going on an outing. I'll wait until tomorrow night to tell you what the outing is/was, and that way I don't have to come up with another blog topic. Heck, I might even stretch it out for three or four nights.
There's a fine line between giddiness and delirium. I'll stop before I cross it.
Happy weekend!
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Early to Bed...........
I fully expected to have to write an entry of apology tomorrow, begging forgiveness for not posting tonight. I was all ready to explain that we got so caught up in the excitement of winning that we couldn't tear ourselves away from the casino floor. Instead we came back to the room to get more money. (I never take all my money with me at one time. I know me pretty well.) Once we got here, we said "What the hell, let's just go to bed." Maybe tomorrow will be a better day. It can't get a heck of a lot worse. Wait.....forget I said that.
This is a casino we haven't been to before, in Tunica, Mississippi. It's sort of in the middle of nowhere, just like the other one we go to. At least as far as I could tell from the back of the shuttle bus from the airport. Correction - the UN-AIR-CONDITIONED shuttle bus. I'm used to getting on the elevator and going down to the casino. Or at most walking across the street via an over-the-street pedestrian walkway (I'm sure it has a formal name, but I don't know what it is), a three-minute walk at most. Here you have to get on a shuttle bus to go from the hotel to the casino. Sure the shuttles run every 7 minutes and they run 24/7, but it's still not like walking downstairs. Oh well, it's a new experience.
I was up waaaaaaaaaaay too late last night, TRYING to watch the Braves game all the way to the end. (Is it Braves game? Or Braves' game? I mean, is it the game of the plural Braves? Or is it the game that the Braves collectively possess? It's these questions of grammar and semantics that keep me up at night.) After a certain point I had invested so much time that I was determined to see the game to the end. It was tied at the end of the 9th inning. And the 10th. And the 11th. I made it to the 16th inning, and then I couldn't stay awake any longer. The game went to 19 innings and ended at 2:00 AM. It also ended with a Braves (Braves'?) win on a VERY controversial call. It appears the umpire said to himself at the beginning of the play, "Screw it, I don't care where and when he crosses the plate, I'm calling him safe. I don't get paid overtime for this crap." Oh well...... he owed us for some pitches he called strikes on our guys when they were somewhere near the ankles. And throw Nate McLouth out of the game? Are you KIDDING me?
If I don't post tomorrow night, take that as a GOOD sign. If I do post, I'll write about my favorite casino games.
Cutting my losses (what does that even MEAN?),
Bragger
This is a casino we haven't been to before, in Tunica, Mississippi. It's sort of in the middle of nowhere, just like the other one we go to. At least as far as I could tell from the back of the shuttle bus from the airport. Correction - the UN-AIR-CONDITIONED shuttle bus. I'm used to getting on the elevator and going down to the casino. Or at most walking across the street via an over-the-street pedestrian walkway (I'm sure it has a formal name, but I don't know what it is), a three-minute walk at most. Here you have to get on a shuttle bus to go from the hotel to the casino. Sure the shuttles run every 7 minutes and they run 24/7, but it's still not like walking downstairs. Oh well, it's a new experience.
I was up waaaaaaaaaaay too late last night, TRYING to watch the Braves game all the way to the end. (Is it Braves game? Or Braves' game? I mean, is it the game of the plural Braves? Or is it the game that the Braves collectively possess? It's these questions of grammar and semantics that keep me up at night.) After a certain point I had invested so much time that I was determined to see the game to the end. It was tied at the end of the 9th inning. And the 10th. And the 11th. I made it to the 16th inning, and then I couldn't stay awake any longer. The game went to 19 innings and ended at 2:00 AM. It also ended with a Braves (Braves'?) win on a VERY controversial call. It appears the umpire said to himself at the beginning of the play, "Screw it, I don't care where and when he crosses the plate, I'm calling him safe. I don't get paid overtime for this crap." Oh well...... he owed us for some pitches he called strikes on our guys when they were somewhere near the ankles. And throw Nate McLouth out of the game? Are you KIDDING me?
If I don't post tomorrow night, take that as a GOOD sign. If I do post, I'll write about my favorite casino games.
Cutting my losses (what does that even MEAN?),
Bragger
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
My New (Second) Favorite Baseball Team.......
I can't have an absolutely new favorite team, because I've always pulled for the (almost) hometown Atlanta Braves. Since back when you could go to the games and CHOOSE where you wanted to sit. Back when the players knew the fans' birthdays. (Not my line - hold the rotten tomatoes.)
I realized a couple of days ago that after days of angst-ridden hand-wringing and hoping and crossing my fingers, I never let my (four) faithful readers know what the outcome was for Warrior Princess' son (my "godson") in the Major League Baseball draft.
I won't boggle your mind with all the details, mostly because I don't understand them all. The draft occurred while Katydid and I were on BRAG, and I couldn't be with Warrior Princess when the most needed me. I must truly SUCK as a friend. I did watch online for about 5 or 6 picks of the first round, when we were certain he would NOT be taken, but I am an eternal optimist. During the draft, each team has five minutes to make their picks for the round, and they TAKE. EVERY. SINGLE. MINUTE. OF. IT. During that five minutes, you have to listen to commentators speculate on whom each team MIGHT take, who was taken in the last round, and what each prospect had for lunch on the second day of fourth grade. I might be exaggerating on that last one.
The kid was originally expected to go in the first or second round, then his injury occurred midway through his senior season, and that brought a lot of uncertainty. Unfortunately, professional sports teams use uncertainty as bargaining tools. To their advantage, of course.
Apparently the whole ordeal was just that .... an ordeal. Phone calls flew, agents pulled their hair out, scouts for teams who thought they knew whom their teams were going to pick almost quit in frustration (literally, I'm NOT exaggerating this time), and the kid heard he would go in the fourth round.
He did NOT go in the fourth round, nor the fifth, nor the sixth. According to the Warrior Princess, when his name was finally called in the seventh round (which is still pretty darn high for a kid just out of high school), he was so numb that he didn't even hear his name at first.
He was taken by the Texas Rangers (NOT the team we thought would draft him), and that makes them officially my new (second) favorite baseball team.
I already had a soft spot for the Rangers. When Frogger Blogger and I lived just outside Dallas, we had very little money for anything fun. She was a single mom, and I was a college student surviving on social security payments. We did scrounge together a few dollars one weekend, though, and we bought upper level tickets for her, her kids, and me at a Rangers game. I think upper level tickets for adults were two dollars, probably a buck for each of the kids. It was the first professional team of any sport I had ever seen in person, and I was thrilled to be there. I have no idea what team they played against, what the score was, who won. I didn't even know the difference between the American League and the National League, what a designated hitter was, how a curveball differed from a cutter, or under what circumstances the infield fly rule is invoked. I still don't know a lot of those things.
In addition to drafting my "godson," the Rangers also drafted two UGA baseball players, one of whom was paralyzed in an on-field collision with a teammate (the other UGA player drafted). For them to draft a paralyzed college player showed more class than I can wrap my head around.
The kid's future is still uncertain at this point. He has until August 15th to make a decision as to whether he will enter the world of professional baseball or go to college for free on the scholarship he has been offered. Negotiations will continue through the summer as to what his signing bonus will be, which is what he will pretty much have to live on for the next several years while he makes his way (we hope we hope we hope) up through the minor leagues to the bigs. If the negotiations aren't favorable, he will play college ball for at least three years, and he will have another shot at the draft after his junior year.
It's a classic win-win situation. I am so proud of him.
And I'm now pulling for the Rangers. Until they meet the Braves in the World Series.
Friday, February 18, 2011
How I Spent a Beautiful Friday Off.......by Bragger.......
I had a doctor's appointment this morning, so I took a sick day. It was originally a furlough day when I scheduled the appointment, but we had this FREAK snowstorm here (you may have heard me mention it a time or twenty), so every day off from here to eternity was canceled. AND we have a teacher "work day" on a SATURDAY in March to boot. (I'll keep you posted on just how much WORK gets done that day.)
It was a beautiful day with temperatures (expected to be) near 70, so I fully anticipated coming home and riding my bike.
I really did.
I also thought I might work on my $$!*$(#!#$ knitting.
And sweep and mop the living room. (Hubby beat me to it, though.)
Do some laundry.
Read.
Clean out a space in the basement for the new elliptical that may or may not be delivered sometime this millennium. (I still cannot accept that the word "millennium" has two l's and two n's. It's just not right.)
Work on my quilt, which has gone sadly neglected while I attempt to learn $#!&*$# knitting.
Check on school emails to see how things are going in my absence. (Mighty big ego, isn't it? To think I need to check on school just because I'm not there?)
Take a (short) run in the park.
Get a pedicure.
Take a nap.
You want to know what I REALLY did with all my free time after I got home from the doctor's office?
Are you sure you're ready for this? 'Cause I'm just shameless enough to admit it. I'm not afraid. I'm grown, and I can do what I want to with my day off.
Here's what I did with my free time.
I played Mario on the Wii.
For four hours. Give or take.
I'm grown, and I can do what I want to with my day off.
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I have to add this part, because it will shock and amaze those of you who know Hubby. I dragged him to a fundraiser for the baseball team tonight. It was a "Jamboree" with a band that plays mostly 80's music. Hubby hasn't listened to anything but country since somewhere around 1967, and he really prefers Hank Williams (the first one) to anyone else. He doesn't like most new country, much less the "screaming" music anybody else plays.
I bribed him by telling him there would be a bar. And reminding him that our "godson" is on the baseball team. (This "godson" has now been contacted by every major league baseball team, except for one. Wonder who the holdout is?)
He wasn't miserable! In fact, he asked me to dance ..... TWICE!
Expect another major snowstorm to hit the South just any minute now.
It was a beautiful day with temperatures (expected to be) near 70, so I fully anticipated coming home and riding my bike.
I really did.
I also thought I might work on my $$!*$(#!#$ knitting.
And sweep and mop the living room. (Hubby beat me to it, though.)
Do some laundry.
Read.
Clean out a space in the basement for the new elliptical that may or may not be delivered sometime this millennium. (I still cannot accept that the word "millennium" has two l's and two n's. It's just not right.)
Work on my quilt, which has gone sadly neglected while I attempt to learn $#!&*$# knitting.
Check on school emails to see how things are going in my absence. (Mighty big ego, isn't it? To think I need to check on school just because I'm not there?)
Take a (short) run in the park.
Get a pedicure.
Take a nap.
You want to know what I REALLY did with all my free time after I got home from the doctor's office?
Are you sure you're ready for this? 'Cause I'm just shameless enough to admit it. I'm not afraid. I'm grown, and I can do what I want to with my day off.
Here's what I did with my free time.
I played Mario on the Wii.
For four hours. Give or take.
I'm grown, and I can do what I want to with my day off.
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I have to add this part, because it will shock and amaze those of you who know Hubby. I dragged him to a fundraiser for the baseball team tonight. It was a "Jamboree" with a band that plays mostly 80's music. Hubby hasn't listened to anything but country since somewhere around 1967, and he really prefers Hank Williams (the first one) to anyone else. He doesn't like most new country, much less the "screaming" music anybody else plays.
I bribed him by telling him there would be a bar. And reminding him that our "godson" is on the baseball team. (This "godson" has now been contacted by every major league baseball team, except for one. Wonder who the holdout is?)
He wasn't miserable! In fact, he asked me to dance ..... TWICE!
Expect another major snowstorm to hit the South just any minute now.
Monday, October 11, 2010
My Apologies....
It takes a huge ego to think I have to apologize for not blogging properly tonight. As if the world might stop turning if I don't get around to it.
But the ballgame that I thought started in a few minutes is already in the bottom of the 3rd inning. And I can't turn on the ballgame down here because I'm recording Dancing with the Stars, and we don't have one of those new-fangled thingies that lets you record one channel while watching another. How archaic. How 20th century.
So I'll just have to say I'm sorry for giving you the shaft tonight.
Go Braves.
Please.
And if you're looking for Brooks Conrad, you'll find him in section 202 selling hot dogs.
But the ballgame that I thought started in a few minutes is already in the bottom of the 3rd inning. And I can't turn on the ballgame down here because I'm recording Dancing with the Stars, and we don't have one of those new-fangled thingies that lets you record one channel while watching another. How archaic. How 20th century.
So I'll just have to say I'm sorry for giving you the shaft tonight.
Go Braves.
Please.
And if you're looking for Brooks Conrad, you'll find him in section 202 selling hot dogs.
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Baseball Overdose.....
There is really no such thing as baseball overdose, but it's past my bedtime and that's the best I could come up with.
We went to a minor league baseball game tonight, a first for me. I had heard several people say there isn't a bad seat in the house in this new stadium, and I have to agree with them. It was a small, intimate, fun environment.
Thank goodness for the torrential rains we had this afternoon, or I would never have been able to sit outside in the pollen clouds. But everything was fresh and cleansed by the rain, and it was very pleasant.
We didn't get to stay for the whole game -- do we EVER when Hubby is along?
So now I'm home, watching the animated version of the game we just left to see the conclusion (the home team won 8-6).
I'm also watching the end of the real Braves' game on television, where there is one out in the ninth and the end may not be so good for the home team unless something positive happens in a hurry. Our phenom batter just went down on three pitches, so I am a little less confident.
Tomorrow night I'm going to a high school baseball game between the two schools in our county. Lawanda the Warrior Princess's son plays catcher for one of the teams.
Then I'm going to come home and watch highlights of the Masters. Saturday I will ride the tandem with Katydid, watch more Masters coverage, watch highlights of the G-Day football game, and catch the gymnastics regionals online.
I need to go buy some Cracker Jacks.
We went to a minor league baseball game tonight, a first for me. I had heard several people say there isn't a bad seat in the house in this new stadium, and I have to agree with them. It was a small, intimate, fun environment.
Thank goodness for the torrential rains we had this afternoon, or I would never have been able to sit outside in the pollen clouds. But everything was fresh and cleansed by the rain, and it was very pleasant.
We didn't get to stay for the whole game -- do we EVER when Hubby is along?
So now I'm home, watching the animated version of the game we just left to see the conclusion (the home team won 8-6).
I'm also watching the end of the real Braves' game on television, where there is one out in the ninth and the end may not be so good for the home team unless something positive happens in a hurry. Our phenom batter just went down on three pitches, so I am a little less confident.
Tomorrow night I'm going to a high school baseball game between the two schools in our county. Lawanda the Warrior Princess's son plays catcher for one of the teams.
Then I'm going to come home and watch highlights of the Masters. Saturday I will ride the tandem with Katydid, watch more Masters coverage, watch highlights of the G-Day football game, and catch the gymnastics regionals online.
I need to go buy some Cracker Jacks.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
This May Be a First.....
We actually stayed at a ballgame all the way to the end. And the outcome wasn't even in question. Braves won, and there was still food and drink left at the end. I've said it before, but...
You may have a problem if the casino two states over calls and invites you to sit in their luxury booth at a baseball game.Twice.
Dang, I hope they have a suite in the Georgia Dome when football season starts.
You may have a problem if the casino two states over calls and invites you to sit in their luxury booth at a baseball game.Twice.
Dang, I hope they have a suite in the Georgia Dome when football season starts.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
My Favorite Time of Year....
This is probably my very favorite time of year.
Well, it will be as soon as it cools off somewhat. Almost 90 degrees at 8:00 PM.
In the next month, however, temperatures will cool off and the air will be crisp and cool in the mornings. In the afternoons we can go walk in the park without feeling like we're breathing through gauze.
Bicycle riding will be much more comfortable. Katydid and I have at least four organized bicycle rides coming up, two of which are overnighters. We're pretty much over sleeping in tents, however. Comfortable beds, internet, television, air conditioning. Roughing it has lost its charm. Sitting on a bicycle seat for 50 miles or so is rough enough anyway.
School will settle into a routine and I'll once again feel purposeful. (Is that an adjective that can refer to a person?) We'll soon figure out our new computer curriculum and perhaps even be able to explain to students how it works.
More importantly, however, within the next month baseball season and football season will overlap.
Life is good.
Well, it will be as soon as it cools off somewhat. Almost 90 degrees at 8:00 PM.
In the next month, however, temperatures will cool off and the air will be crisp and cool in the mornings. In the afternoons we can go walk in the park without feeling like we're breathing through gauze.
Bicycle riding will be much more comfortable. Katydid and I have at least four organized bicycle rides coming up, two of which are overnighters. We're pretty much over sleeping in tents, however. Comfortable beds, internet, television, air conditioning. Roughing it has lost its charm. Sitting on a bicycle seat for 50 miles or so is rough enough anyway.
School will settle into a routine and I'll once again feel purposeful. (Is that an adjective that can refer to a person?) We'll soon figure out our new computer curriculum and perhaps even be able to explain to students how it works.
More importantly, however, within the next month baseball season and football season will overlap.
Life is good.
Friday, June 12, 2009
When the Hubby's Away.....
I love my Hubby dearly, and after all he IS the world's last perfect man, but when he goes out of town (usually on a golfing expedition), it is sort of a mini-vacation for me.
It's not like I got to a male stripper bar and stuff dollar bills in their Speedos or anything. I just have NO expectations. Few interruptions. No obligations beyond giving Gus a little warning before I push the computer table away so I don't roll over him. I feel so.......free.
I had a Big Mac (can I even say that without violating copyright laws?) value meal for lunch, followed by a pint of Moose Tracks (can I even say that without violating copyright laws?) ice cream. Hubby is diabetic, so I felt compelled to eat the whole thing. He can't come home and find a carton of real ice cream in the freezer. Not that he would be tempted; it just seems cruel.
I had garlic bagel chips and spinach dip for "dinner."
I read a little over half of Of Mice and Men, since my students have been turning in questions from the book all week and I had never read it. Shhhhhhh............. They'll kick me out of the English Teachers' Club.
I took a nap.
I have watched an entire baseball game, and no one has changed the channel even once.
I watched the recording of the gymnastics championships. Again. And no one was here to make fun of me. Actually, that's inaccurate to say, because if anyone had been here, I would have been embarrassed to watch them. Again. I'm almost embarrassed to admit it here.
It is after 10:00 PM, and I haven't gone to bed yet.
I miss Hubby, and I'm glad he will only be gone two nights. That's about my limit.
I'm also glad this is NOT one of those golf trips where he is playing in a tournament with my ex. I don't know why it makes me feel weird when they do that; they certainly don't have a problem with it.
It's not like I got to a male stripper bar and stuff dollar bills in their Speedos or anything. I just have NO expectations. Few interruptions. No obligations beyond giving Gus a little warning before I push the computer table away so I don't roll over him. I feel so.......free.
I had a Big Mac (can I even say that without violating copyright laws?) value meal for lunch, followed by a pint of Moose Tracks (can I even say that without violating copyright laws?) ice cream. Hubby is diabetic, so I felt compelled to eat the whole thing. He can't come home and find a carton of real ice cream in the freezer. Not that he would be tempted; it just seems cruel.
I had garlic bagel chips and spinach dip for "dinner."
I read a little over half of Of Mice and Men, since my students have been turning in questions from the book all week and I had never read it. Shhhhhhh............. They'll kick me out of the English Teachers' Club.
I took a nap.
I have watched an entire baseball game, and no one has changed the channel even once.
I watched the recording of the gymnastics championships. Again. And no one was here to make fun of me. Actually, that's inaccurate to say, because if anyone had been here, I would have been embarrassed to watch them. Again. I'm almost embarrassed to admit it here.
It is after 10:00 PM, and I haven't gone to bed yet.
I miss Hubby, and I'm glad he will only be gone two nights. That's about my limit.
I'm also glad this is NOT one of those golf trips where he is playing in a tournament with my ex. I don't know why it makes me feel weird when they do that; they certainly don't have a problem with it.
Monday, June 8, 2009
Swing Batter Batter...
Sitting in a catered booth at Turner Field. Braves had a comfortable lead, but now it is tied. I would love to post a picture, but I don't have a clue how to do that from the Blackberry. Maybe tomorrow.
The first time I came to a Braves game was when I was in college. Back then, if you called the Braves' ticket office to ask what time the game started, they would ask "What time can you get here?" The players knew the FANS' names and birthdays.
I can't take the credit... or the blame ... for either of those lines.
The booth is sponsored by the Golden Moon Casino. You might have a problem if a casino two states over calls and invites you to a baseball game...
The booth is stocked with plenty of hot dogs, chips, dip, popcorn, and... other amenities. And we have a designated driver. I may be sorry I have to go to school tomorrow. I'm already sorry.
The first time I came to a Braves game was when I was in college. Back then, if you called the Braves' ticket office to ask what time the game started, they would ask "What time can you get here?" The players knew the FANS' names and birthdays.
I can't take the credit... or the blame ... for either of those lines.
The booth is sponsored by the Golden Moon Casino. You might have a problem if a casino two states over calls and invites you to a baseball game...
The booth is stocked with plenty of hot dogs, chips, dip, popcorn, and... other amenities. And we have a designated driver. I may be sorry I have to go to school tomorrow. I'm already sorry.
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