Saturday, November 18, 2006

Saturday, In the Park, I Think It Was November 18th

H went to the Minnesota/Iowa game today. He came home and is now watching Ohio State/Michigan. I told him I want to play Guitar Hero II, but he said I have to wait until after the football game. Boo. One football game per day should be enough.

H had a fun time at the Minnesota game, especially since Minnesota won both the game and Floyd of Rosedale. Minnesota's football team must have more rivalries than any other team because it seems like every Big 10 game Minnesota plays involves a weird trophy. Today the trophy was a bronze pig named Floyd of Rosedale. There is also the Little Brown Jug (Michigan), Paul Bunyan's Axe (Wisconsin), and the Governor's Victory Bell (Penn State).

I just went downstairs to do some research on the subject of these rivalries (i.e., ask H why Minnesota is so weird), and H is asleep on the couch. But I am sure that if I turned the channel he would wake up and be pissed because he is watching the game, dagnabbit! (Haven't I mentioned that H is an 1890s prospector?)

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Nat has asked me: Don't be embarrassed, R! I'm sure that when you initially realize that I am a 50 year old man with an overbite, it will be scary. But then we will still be friends and drink coffee. Right?

Right, Nat. Don't call me; I'll call you.

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This new blogger beta thing lets you label posts, which I like. At the bottom of each post, it says, "Labels for this post: e.g. scooters, vacation, fall." Scooters? Seriously?

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Most importantly, the beergaritas were excellent!

6 comments:

janet said...

ahh yes, men and football. Andrew nearly called off the wedding when he heard I scheduled our flight back for DURING the OSU/Mich game.

Girl con Queso said...

Meet Nat. She's funny. Well, she seems funny. And if she is a 50-year-old guy, well she's even funnier.

I met Jenny. And now she's my friend. Mainly because she wasn't a 50-year-old guy.

stefanie said...

Hmm. I wrote a comment on this post yesterday, but it is not here. Does that mean Blogger ate it, or that you banned me and deleted my comment? Yikes; in case it is the latter, I am paranoid about repeating what I already tried to say.

Therefore, I will refrain from asking about this Blogger beta thing that I'm curious about, and I will not tell you again that I had to pay $3 to park at the library yesterday afternoon because for some reason, all the street spots were filled--presumably because of this football game you speak of that I knew nothing about.

Here's something I didn't write yesterday... I have heard of some of those weird football trophy things, but I had no idea there were so many of them. See all the things you're learning from the 1890s prospector with whom you live??

Jenny said...

-R- Please tell me that you really dig the beergarita's and that you aren't just humoring me to try to win Mr. Poodlestien.

PS. Nat is actually a good name for a 50 year old man with an overbite. Bring a camera to your meeting and we can do a digital analysis later. (Oh and watch to see which restroom she walks into.)

Sparkling Cipher said...

I thought that scooter as a label was kind of funky, too. What bugged me more, though, was that when I started labeling my old posts, for a long time there were more in the category dedicated to my car than to my boyfriend. Not good.

-R- said...

Janet, I am sure he still wanted to get married. He probably just wanted to have a shorter honeymoon. =)

Girl CQ, ha! I am glad that meeting Jenny turned out well for you. I am sure Nat is great, even if she is a man.

Stefanie, I never saw your comment. I don't hate you. Only blogger hates you. Next time you want to go downtown, call H or me first and I will tell you whether there will be parking or not.

Jenny, the beergaritas were awesome. Everyone liked them once they got over the fear of drinking something called a beergarita.

Sparkly, I know. I was surprised how many posts I had labeled "Fashion."