On weekdays I’m taking this fairly exhausting German class and running this fairly exhausting family, so I tend to remember the blogs on the weekends. Saturdays are generally dedicated to knitting – I usually intend to go to Stitch n Bitch, though I never actually make it – so Sunday would be the logical day for this blog. Tragically (whee!) Mr Husband’s birthday gift for me this year was the NFL Gamepass so I can watch ALL the football games! Okay, there are 15 games each weekend right now so I’m not catching them all, but I’m working on it!
When I don’t have a migraine. Or an attack of despair at my continuing joblessness. Both are getting more frequent, neither is at all interesting, so really, perhaps it’s just as well that I’m not blogging.
So, you know. Watch this space. BRB, and all that. I promise, if anything not-depressing happens, I’ll let you know.
Song du jour of the day: Martha, by Tom Waits
I stayed up till 2 a.m. to watch this with DrBob… well it’s more accurate to say that he stayed up to watch it with me, but whatever. Fun was had.
Song du jour of the day is here, but please replace the chorus with the following lyrics:
We beat the champions,
WEEEE beat the chaaaampions,
Yoooooou called us looooooooosers
But we beat the champions…
… in Utrecht! Not the last, we hope. DrBob bought tickets for the Sniglet’s 9th birthday, and today we went to see FC Utrecht (ranked 5th) beat SC Heerenveen (ranked 15th), but, um, they didn’t.
I mean, the game was the closest home-game to the Sniglet’s birthday (I think), so that was a factor, but we also specifically chose a game where our team had a decent chance at winning, because we thought it would be more fun if our team won, for once. For once!
Well, they did manage to zoop from 0-3 up to 2-3 in the last ten minutes of the game, so that was exciting. And the guys behind us were hilarious – they kept yelling things like “Run, Forrest!” and “TIMMEH!” and singing, and shouting advice to the players, which, since we were in Row 2, I’m pretty sure the players could hear. And the stadium is good, and we can cycle there, and the tickets are affordable and the food isn’t completely dreadful, so I’m pretty sure we’ll be back.
And then we went home and ordered dinner on the internet, and a man on a scooter brought tacos to our door.
So all in all, a pretty good day. Though it would have been better if our team had won. For once.
Song du jour of the day: Suddenly Strange, by Bic Runga.
No kitten pics at the weekend. Only houseguests on saturday, work work work today, and being sick, sick, sick through it all. This cold did have the miraculous property of condensing nine days of suffering into three days, but they were three very intense days. And I finally crawled out of my hacking, sniffling, working cave this evening, just in time to watch Germany lose to Spain. Tomorrow I will note that second place is not bad. Tomorrow I will understand that Spain simply played better than Germany, and you could have seen that the teams in the C-D groups were a lot tougher than the A-B teams, and so predicted that the best team from C and D would be the better team, would have worked harder and deserved that win more. Tomorrow I will remember that I really liked the Spanish team.
But tonight, all I can say is we lost. Dangit, dangit, dangit.
Song du jour of the day: my usual sports anthem. Love Stinks. By the J. Geils Band.
Okay, I lied, unintentionally. I’m not posting because something happened, but because something didn’t happen. From June 7th to the 22nd, there was a soccer match on every night – in fact, for the first eight days there were two matches a night. This is long enough (more than ten days) to become part of my culture, so that I can’t remember what I did before. Last night I wandered aimlessly around the house, did a bit of work, cleaned the kitchen halfway, did some more work, knitted some, poked around some blogs, and felt… well, aimless. Egad, there is no soccer on TV until tomorrow! What am I supposed to DO!?
Also, the euro2008 people are 100% evil, because both of the semi-finals AND the final start at 8:45 on a school night. Such a butthead thing to do.
Okay, back to work. Or proofreading. Or knitting. Or something.
Song du jour of the day: I Drove All Night, by Cyndi Lauper
Sorry, it’s not intentional, it’s just that the European Soccer Championship is happening, and I spend too much time in front of the TV now. And, you know. If you’re not interested, there’s nothing interesting I can say, and if you are interested, you’re already watching it, so you already know.
But I have new kitten photos up, so you can go check those out while you wait for updates. The little buggers are getting really active, which is entertaining, but also a bit alarming. While I typed that last sentence, two of them climbed up my leg and then fell off, and a third stood up to peer into one of my knitting bags, then fell backward and pulled the bag over on herself. Marlon has discovered the kitty crunchies, and has been eating like a horse. Jackie thought she’d give it a try, but she sort of missed – DrBob spotted her standing in the food dish, gnawing on its edge. We call it “Cat TV”, and it’s what we watch when we’re not watching soccer matches.
Yeah, we’re not getting a lot done lately.
Song du jour of the day: Wij Houden Van Oranje, by André Hazes and Ali B, h/t A Touch of Dutch. Yes, we are rooting for the Netherlands this time. And also Germany. The way the tournament is set up, we won’t have to make up our minds unless they both make it to the final. Which would be some serious awesome.
We went to a soccer game today! A real one, this one, at the Allianz Arena. The tickets were the Sniglet’s birthday present to DrBob. Hm. Those of you who are familar with (or totally indifferent to) the German football league system can skip down to the next paragraph. Continue reading