Complete and total randomness.
So after a freakishly hectic work day yesterday (which included our cleaning lady coming down with the flu and cancelling our scheduled appt...which is no bueno since we have guests coming in a few days) all I wanted to do was go swim. Buuuuuuuuut...I didn't.
I'm so lame. I know.
Partly because I had absoltuely no energy to go to the pool. But mostly because my Jayhawks were battling Oklahoma. It was a game that was too close for comfort--and a game where 2 of our 5 top scores had a whole whopping ZERO points (stupid freshmen). I had to watch the last five minutes with the TV muted because the sound of the Sooner fans made me want to throw something through the television screen. I gave colorful commentary to mouse (poor girl doesn't have cable) and screamed at the TV like a maniac when OU tied the game. It wasn't pretty.
In the end, they gritted it out. It was an ugly victory. But a well needed one. Anytime we're ranked high than 5 we fall flat on our face. At this juncture, I don't care what happens in the Big XII Tourney (ok, we all know that's a blatant lie) as long as we make it past the first round at the big dance nobody will get hurt.
So...where's the complete and total randomness of this post? Here ya go...
When I took the dog out one last time in the evening, I had the most bizarre thought mysteriously pop into my head...
Mortimer Ichabod Marker.
Yah.
Remember that?
The endearing beeps as he grazed along the Picture Page? How he'd come to life for Bill Cosby? And promoted reading and learning through fun!!! :D Those were the good ole days.
I have no clue what sparked that sudden vision in my head...or why I started singing the Picture Pages tune...but it was nothing short of...well...odd.
In other news...
Tonight...we return to the pool from a 2 week hiatus. My lil' fins are itching to swim lap upon lap upon lap. I will likely try to hit the treadmill too for 2-3 miles...something nice and light and easy. (Thank goodness we have Tivo, god forbid I miss an episode of American Idol)
Oh...and for anyone who's keeping score...we found a replacement cleaning lady to come in. Three cheers for not having to clean yourself!! Except for the whole cleaning before the cleaning lady comes...which I totally don't get...but still do to an extent.
I'm so lame. I know.
Partly because I had absoltuely no energy to go to the pool. But mostly because my Jayhawks were battling Oklahoma. It was a game that was too close for comfort--and a game where 2 of our 5 top scores had a whole whopping ZERO points (stupid freshmen). I had to watch the last five minutes with the TV muted because the sound of the Sooner fans made me want to throw something through the television screen. I gave colorful commentary to mouse (poor girl doesn't have cable) and screamed at the TV like a maniac when OU tied the game. It wasn't pretty.
In the end, they gritted it out. It was an ugly victory. But a well needed one. Anytime we're ranked high than 5 we fall flat on our face. At this juncture, I don't care what happens in the Big XII Tourney (ok, we all know that's a blatant lie) as long as we make it past the first round at the big dance nobody will get hurt.
So...where's the complete and total randomness of this post? Here ya go...
When I took the dog out one last time in the evening, I had the most bizarre thought mysteriously pop into my head...
Mortimer Ichabod Marker.
Yah.
Remember that?
The endearing beeps as he grazed along the Picture Page? How he'd come to life for Bill Cosby? And promoted reading and learning through fun!!! :D Those were the good ole days.
I have no clue what sparked that sudden vision in my head...or why I started singing the Picture Pages tune...but it was nothing short of...well...odd.
In other news...
Tonight...we return to the pool from a 2 week hiatus. My lil' fins are itching to swim lap upon lap upon lap. I will likely try to hit the treadmill too for 2-3 miles...something nice and light and easy. (Thank goodness we have Tivo, god forbid I miss an episode of American Idol)
Oh...and for anyone who's keeping score...we found a replacement cleaning lady to come in. Three cheers for not having to clean yourself!! Except for the whole cleaning before the cleaning lady comes...which I totally don't get...but still do to an extent.
posted by Iron Jayhawk at 11:05 AM
2 Camper Comments:
I used to hate when my mom made me clean before the cleaning person. :) As an adult I kind of get it. Kind of. Anywhoo, welcome back to workout land!
You have a cleaning person?! Who knew? BTW, how many fingernails did you have left after the KU-OU game along with unbloggable language at the TV? WOW! They were really close when I took a peak at the game last night at the Sushi resturant.
Get your swim tonight, girlie or this Firefly will take a cab to make sure you do since I can tonight. :D The blogworld will be watching!
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