I’m having one of those days. A day when I roll out of bed and instead of changing out of the boxers and beater that I have slept in, I slipped a pair of track pants on over the boxers and put a bra on and that is it. I pulled my hair back off my face with a folded bandanna, but didn’t even bother to get it wet, put any product in it, or run a brush through it. There are tufts of hair sticking up from behind the edge of the bandanna and I don’t care. I laid down on the couch around 11, intended to watch an episode of Shear Genius, and ended up falling asleep until some time after 1. Now I’m about to do the same thing again.
We’re off to a Viking’s game tonight with the tickets that W’s friend gave us. I’m not much of a football person, but it will be fun none the less. Kind of sad because W and I will be sitting in seats in front of each other instead of side-by-side, but it will be fine and you can’t really gripe when you’ve gotten free tickets!
The rest of the weekend is rather unscheduled. Tomorrow, I’d really like to make it over to see Flogging Molly at Irish Fest and we’ve talked about hitting a thrift store at some point to find a coffee pot with an auto programmer on it and so that I can do some “teacherly clothes” shopping. We’ll see though. Maybe I can convince W to just spend the entire weekend in bed with me. Taking naps, of course. Nothing dirty, of course. *wink*
I woke up this morning at 5:45. FIVE FORTY-FIVE. With no alarm clock and with less than six hours of sleep, I was completely awake and unable to go back to sleep. Over the last few years, my body has slowly adjusted to waking before 7:30 in the morning. In my late teens and early twenties, it was hard for me to wake up earlier than 9:30, especially on a night when I didn’t get to bed on time. But now…7:30 is the latest I have slept in months! It gives me a pretty good chunk of time to relax and nurse my pot of coffee, so it’s actually working for me. I’m growing to actually like it.
W won tickets to a baseball game from an office raffle for this afternoon. We drove into downtown and took the train from where we parked to the Metrodome. It was the first time I had been to the dome since elementary school and I had a great time. I was actually pretty shocked. I really didn’t think that I was going to enjoy the game, but I did. I even gave a couple of little hoots and hollers at various points.
I should hear back within the next few days about the teaching gig. All crossable appendages are crossed, and I’ve ever found myself sticking to some strange little superstitions. I would really like to get this job. It’s something I could truly be proud of and I feel like W could be proud of too. I know that it doesn’t truly matter, but I really want her to be proud to answer when someone asks her what I do. I’m trying hard not to put all of my hopes on this job so that I don’t end up heart broken if I get the “We’re sorry” call, but it’s so hard when you want something this badly.
Posted by Amelia on Jul 27, 2008 in
Dating,
Lynx,
Sporting Events It was a two Lynx game weekend for us. We met up with Erica and Missy for lunch at the Rockbottom Brewer. It was fantastically delicious, though W and I were lacking in vegetables on our menu. We really need to start keeping an eye on that. W tried to make up for it by drinking the hoppiest of hoppy beers, at Rockbottom. It was called Angry Hippie and you could literally taste the hops when you lifted the glass to your mouth and took a breath.
It was the last game before Simone Augustus leaves to play on the Olympic team and was supposed to be another opportunity for a free t-shirt, but it seems we were not in the first 2,500 fans through the doors and lost out on our t-shirts. SAD!
I’m getting better with the new camera. Especially in the Target Center where the lighting can be a bit particular. So, I’ll leave you with a couple of shots from the game and a great new photo of W and myself. (Oh! And you can click on my photos for the larger versions)
