Saturday, February 19, 2011

gross and great

Stuff that is gross:
  • I have the weird (and dumb) habit of putting open soda cans in the fridge.  I drink part of one, and it's delicious, and I want to drink it later, but cold.  So, sometimes I do things like spill them.  Other times, like today, I do things like...take a giant swig out of them and then realize they've been sitting next to the minced garlic for a few days.  Don't recommend it.
  • I am taking a sample GRE so I can teach an upcoming class (random, I know) and it means that I am studying math for the first time since (literally) the 1990s.  Bahaha!  Remember FOIL?  Pythagorean theorem?  I am digging deep into the recesses of my brain and clearing COBWEBS out and it is hilarious.
  • Did I tell you I'm doing this boot camp thing, every damn morning?  Well, I am.  And it is making me buff.  But it also means that I spend about 90 percent of every day terrifyingly sore, and it also means I get up at the buttcrack of dawn, and despite my best efforts, I cannot seem to stop saying "buttcrack of dawn."
Stuff that is great:
  • I watched the series, yes, SERIES finale of Friday Night Lights recently and I don't get this way about many TV shows but, wow.  Dare I say best show ever?  I am really going to miss Dillon, Texas.  RIP, FNL, RIP.  
  • I weaned my cute baby recently, and though I love her and breastfeeding, this is the first time I've been neither pregnant nor breastfeeding since...wait for it....June 2007.  And it rocks.
  • We went to Wisconsin Dells last weekend, or as our kiddo calls it, "Consindells."  Want to know why?  Because it's the middle of February in the Midwest, aka, everyone goes batshit crazy unless you spice up your life somehow.  And you know, sometimes a mini-road trip is all you got.  So we hit the road and were AMAZED at the monstrosity of the incredible/tacky/amazing indoor wonder that is the "Waterpark Capital of the World."  Have you been on a super big, super scary waterslide in the last decade or two?  Because trust me, it's time.
  • I helped teach a little preschool class of 2 and 3-year-olds the same day I helped coach this running thing for 9- and 10-year-old girls.  Guess what?  Dealing with groups of kids in those age brackets?  NOT.  THAT.  DIFFERENT.  
Annnnnd, that'll do.

6 comments:

Meg said...

Wait, wait, wait. The series finale of FNL? Isn't the last season premiering on NBC on April 15?? (Yes, best show ever.)

Meg said...

OH. Right. DirecTV. Scratch that comment. :)

Mhana said...

You went to the Dells?! I spent every summer in Northern Michigan and we'd always see it advertised but never went. It definitely looked super tacky. Also I always was confused because I'm from Oregon and we have a town called the Dalles which, before the Columbia was dammed repeatedly, had incredibly outstanding rapids from which natives and bears slew fish as they swam upstream. So I always thought "Really Wisconsin? You think an indoor water park called the Dells can hope to compete with the Oregon Dalles real thing?" Not that anyone has seen those mighty rapids in the last 50 years. Seeing the river now you'd never know why it was the most treacherous part of playing Oregon trail.

gurrbonzo said...

Meg -- You got it. And I can't wait to watch it all over again on NBC. Booyah.

Mhana -- Oh, honey. It is NOT just "an" indoor waterpark. The resort we stayed at had THREE indoor waterparks WITHIN it, including the largest in the world, AND the largest outdoor one, AND an indoor THEME PARK. Unbelievable. And if you're wondering if all the indoor stuff is 88 degrees year-round, the answer is YES.

Anna said...

My mother inlaw LOVES FNL too. I think she cried a little with it ending.

Good work with the boot camp thing. I have been interested in doing that. Right now I feel it a success when I get off the couch on my days off.

PS- congrats on not having a baby on your boob or in your uterus. :)

Amanda Jane said...

As you know this is my first Midwest winter. And yes batshit crazy is the exact way I would describe my February state-of-being. I guess I need to find my spice.