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servermonkeySo, tonight was the end of intramural dodgeball. Old and busted (our faculty and staff team) had a first round bye for some reason. When it came time for us to play, we just didn't seem to want to be there. This could possibly have something to do with the fact that we haven't really played a game in a week or so. Other teams have forfeited, and so we didn't get to play. So we lost, but did better than we thought we would. Second place.
I kept thinking, not with a bang, but a whimper.
One of Rachel's worst habits is nailbiting. We've caught Abby doing it as well from time to time. Usually, Rachel will be biting her nails, and I'll do the John Bender, "If you keep eating your hand, you won't be hungry for lunch."
Me, on the other hand, well, I peel bits of skin back on my fingertips. What are those, hangnails? Anyway, I'll just keep doing it until I draw blood, and even then, I won't really stop. Odd? Definitely, and I have no idea where I picked it up. It made for a fun dodgeball night.
Tonight was also supposed to be cow tongue football--no joke, that's what was planned, cow tongue football. Gross isn't even sufficient enough to describe it. Thankfully, there were no cow tongues to be found anywhere, and so there wasn't any football. One genius, however, decided to take one of the small game hens that was in queue to be grilled and punted it around the field. Hi, hope you enjoy your salmonella. At one point, someone's pit bull was rooting around and picking up chicken bits. I made a point to mention how bad that could possibly be to the dog, and eventually, the dog was taken away from it.
Students are beginning to leave for Thanksgiving break, and so I'd like to take a moment to wish them safe travels. If any of you out there are going to be traveling, my thoughts are with you.
I kept thinking, not with a bang, but a whimper.
One of Rachel's worst habits is nailbiting. We've caught Abby doing it as well from time to time. Usually, Rachel will be biting her nails, and I'll do the John Bender, "If you keep eating your hand, you won't be hungry for lunch."
Me, on the other hand, well, I peel bits of skin back on my fingertips. What are those, hangnails? Anyway, I'll just keep doing it until I draw blood, and even then, I won't really stop. Odd? Definitely, and I have no idea where I picked it up. It made for a fun dodgeball night.
Tonight was also supposed to be cow tongue football--no joke, that's what was planned, cow tongue football. Gross isn't even sufficient enough to describe it. Thankfully, there were no cow tongues to be found anywhere, and so there wasn't any football. One genius, however, decided to take one of the small game hens that was in queue to be grilled and punted it around the field. Hi, hope you enjoy your salmonella. At one point, someone's pit bull was rooting around and picking up chicken bits. I made a point to mention how bad that could possibly be to the dog, and eventually, the dog was taken away from it.
Students are beginning to leave for Thanksgiving break, and so I'd like to take a moment to wish them safe travels. If any of you out there are going to be traveling, my thoughts are with you.
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I must say, I'm grinning goofily (much like the icon I've used).
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"You're all about as useful as a poopie-flavored lollipop!"
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also congrats on second place.
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And thanks.