Hiya. Surprised to hear from me? I don't doubt that you are. I haven't blogged in over a month. It wasn't for lack of desire, but it takes some time to bang these things out. I usually don't get time to do it until the end of the day, and by then I'm usually working out or going to bed. We'll see, though, if I can get back in the habit of writing regularly. Because I do enjoy it. . .and miss it. And if I miss it, I can only imagine how the rest of you feel.
So, the story so far. . . . Let's see. Well, the regular Husker football season is over. Our record stands at 9-4, with losses to USC, Texas, Oklahoma State, and Oklahoma. Even despite those tough losses, I'm really pleased with the progress the team has made over the course of the season. We ran the board in the Big XII North, and also pulled off a huge win on the road against Texas A&M. This paved the road toward the Huskers first North division championship since 1999. That, of course, included a trip to the Big XII Championship in Kansas City, which transpired just this past weekend.
Brad and I made the drive down to Arrowhead Stadium, where we played Oklahoma. Unfortunately, the game didn't go our way. NU had an off night on offense, and OU played a heck of a game anyway. They're a really good team, and it was going to take a good game to beat them. The worst part of the game, though, was the cold. It was plenty cold when Brad and I got to the tailgate around 3p, but then the sun went down, and we endured a whole new world of cold. As the game drew to a close, I started to forget what it felt like to be warm. So, the first thing I did when I got home was take a hot shower for about 20-30 minutes.
Anyway, losing the Big XII Championship locked us into the Cotton Bowl against Auburn. That should be a pretty good game. It'll be played on New Year's Day, the first time we've had a bowl on Jan. 1, or later since 2001. The only bummer is that it's a morning game.
But enough about football. As much as I love the college football season and going to Husker games, I'm looking forward to having my weekends open again. Especially to sleep in on Saturdays. Occasionally, anyway; I have a hard time sleeping past 7:30-8:00 most mornings. It'll also be easier to go on dates with my girlfriend, go out for drinks at night, see movies, and all kinds of other stuff. Rock and roll.
So what else. Hmm. I'm working at getting back on the fitness & wellness wagon. I've been lifting regularly, back on a stricter diet, and getting to the gym in the morning more often. I kind of fell out of practice over the past month and a half or so, and paid the price in the form of a little extra weight. I've stemmed the tide, though, and I'll be back in form soon enough. As lifting goes, that's looking pretty good. My bench is getting close to my previous peak, and I'm going to work hard to push the envelope even further.
The other night, I rented You, Me & Dupree and watched it with Angie and Amy and Joel. It was pretty funny. I recommend it. It was only rated PG-13, so it's pretty clean. Honestly, I think PG-13 humor is underrated. It can't afford to go the risque, gross-out route of R-rated humor, so it has to work harder.
Of course, I suppose you're wondering what I'm having to drink as I type this entry. Well, it just so happens to be a glass of Yellow Tail shiraz. It's OK, but nothing to write home about. I just picked it up on a whim, mainly because I haven't tried too many different shiraz. (Or should I say "shirazes" or "shirazi"? Words and grammar is great fun!)
Anyway, as I finish off this underwhelming glass of shiraz, I'm watching part of the movie "The Cider House Rules." I actually saw that one several years ago. Before watching it, I assumed that it was a frat guy kind of comedy. (Yeah! The Cider House rules!!! Drink, freshman!!!) Not so. In fact, the movie is much more socially relevant, and on the whole, depressing. And on that note, I'm changing the channel.
For what it's worth, if I ran a house named for the juice of an apple, it would most certainly rule.
That Burger King mascot really creeps me out. It's like a character from a crappy slasher movie.
So, how about a story? I don't think I've told this one before. Back when I was in late elementary school, I had an after-school job delivering newspapers. It was kind of a fun job. In the summer, when my cousin, Eric, would be down to visit, he'd ride along with me to help out. So would another friend, Brian. Part of the route included a few customers at a local nursing home, which was full of all sorts of colorful characters. One of them was an old gal (we'll call her Lurlene) who was constantly trying to escape through one of the side doors. Well, one day, as we left the building, Lurlene was blocking our exit in her wheelchair. Brian and I squeezed around her as politely as we could and went out the door, but Eric stayed back and asked her if she wanted to go outside. (We had seen residents sitting out on the sidewalk before, so he figured it'd be OK to help her out.) She said she did.
I was climbing on to my bike as I turned back to see Eric pushing Lurlene out onto the side walk. Unfortunately, he pushed her a little too hard, and the front wheels of her wheelchair went over the edge of the sidewalk, causing her to pitch forward and be dumped unceremoniously on the grass. Lurlene let out a blood-curdling scream of "HELLLLLLLLLLLPPPPPPP MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Brian courageously pedaled his bike to his house and hid inside as fast as he could. My first instinct was to do the same, but in the end, I couldn't leave my cousin behind. I was determined to go down in flames with Eric, if that was indeed to be our fate.
Happily, it was not. As it turned out, Lurlene's wrist tag malfunctioned and didn't trigger the alarm, and no one saw any fault in Eric for trying to help her outside. And so, that was that. Disaster avoided.
Well, I suppose it's time to call it a night. Here's a haiku.
It was really cold.
At the football game, I mean.
We sat by morons.
Keep it real, and keep hope alive.
Serendipitously yours,
Nate
P.S.: Fran Drescher is a crime against nature.
So, the story so far. . . . Let's see. Well, the regular Husker football season is over. Our record stands at 9-4, with losses to USC, Texas, Oklahoma State, and Oklahoma. Even despite those tough losses, I'm really pleased with the progress the team has made over the course of the season. We ran the board in the Big XII North, and also pulled off a huge win on the road against Texas A&M. This paved the road toward the Huskers first North division championship since 1999. That, of course, included a trip to the Big XII Championship in Kansas City, which transpired just this past weekend.
Brad and I made the drive down to Arrowhead Stadium, where we played Oklahoma. Unfortunately, the game didn't go our way. NU had an off night on offense, and OU played a heck of a game anyway. They're a really good team, and it was going to take a good game to beat them. The worst part of the game, though, was the cold. It was plenty cold when Brad and I got to the tailgate around 3p, but then the sun went down, and we endured a whole new world of cold. As the game drew to a close, I started to forget what it felt like to be warm. So, the first thing I did when I got home was take a hot shower for about 20-30 minutes.
Anyway, losing the Big XII Championship locked us into the Cotton Bowl against Auburn. That should be a pretty good game. It'll be played on New Year's Day, the first time we've had a bowl on Jan. 1, or later since 2001. The only bummer is that it's a morning game.
But enough about football. As much as I love the college football season and going to Husker games, I'm looking forward to having my weekends open again. Especially to sleep in on Saturdays. Occasionally, anyway; I have a hard time sleeping past 7:30-8:00 most mornings. It'll also be easier to go on dates with my girlfriend, go out for drinks at night, see movies, and all kinds of other stuff. Rock and roll.
So what else. Hmm. I'm working at getting back on the fitness & wellness wagon. I've been lifting regularly, back on a stricter diet, and getting to the gym in the morning more often. I kind of fell out of practice over the past month and a half or so, and paid the price in the form of a little extra weight. I've stemmed the tide, though, and I'll be back in form soon enough. As lifting goes, that's looking pretty good. My bench is getting close to my previous peak, and I'm going to work hard to push the envelope even further.
The other night, I rented You, Me & Dupree and watched it with Angie and Amy and Joel. It was pretty funny. I recommend it. It was only rated PG-13, so it's pretty clean. Honestly, I think PG-13 humor is underrated. It can't afford to go the risque, gross-out route of R-rated humor, so it has to work harder.
Of course, I suppose you're wondering what I'm having to drink as I type this entry. Well, it just so happens to be a glass of Yellow Tail shiraz. It's OK, but nothing to write home about. I just picked it up on a whim, mainly because I haven't tried too many different shiraz. (Or should I say "shirazes" or "shirazi"? Words and grammar is great fun!)
Anyway, as I finish off this underwhelming glass of shiraz, I'm watching part of the movie "The Cider House Rules." I actually saw that one several years ago. Before watching it, I assumed that it was a frat guy kind of comedy. (Yeah! The Cider House rules!!! Drink, freshman!!!) Not so. In fact, the movie is much more socially relevant, and on the whole, depressing. And on that note, I'm changing the channel.
For what it's worth, if I ran a house named for the juice of an apple, it would most certainly rule.
That Burger King mascot really creeps me out. It's like a character from a crappy slasher movie.
So, how about a story? I don't think I've told this one before. Back when I was in late elementary school, I had an after-school job delivering newspapers. It was kind of a fun job. In the summer, when my cousin, Eric, would be down to visit, he'd ride along with me to help out. So would another friend, Brian. Part of the route included a few customers at a local nursing home, which was full of all sorts of colorful characters. One of them was an old gal (we'll call her Lurlene) who was constantly trying to escape through one of the side doors. Well, one day, as we left the building, Lurlene was blocking our exit in her wheelchair. Brian and I squeezed around her as politely as we could and went out the door, but Eric stayed back and asked her if she wanted to go outside. (We had seen residents sitting out on the sidewalk before, so he figured it'd be OK to help her out.) She said she did.
I was climbing on to my bike as I turned back to see Eric pushing Lurlene out onto the side walk. Unfortunately, he pushed her a little too hard, and the front wheels of her wheelchair went over the edge of the sidewalk, causing her to pitch forward and be dumped unceremoniously on the grass. Lurlene let out a blood-curdling scream of "HELLLLLLLLLLLPPPPPPP MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Brian courageously pedaled his bike to his house and hid inside as fast as he could. My first instinct was to do the same, but in the end, I couldn't leave my cousin behind. I was determined to go down in flames with Eric, if that was indeed to be our fate.
Happily, it was not. As it turned out, Lurlene's wrist tag malfunctioned and didn't trigger the alarm, and no one saw any fault in Eric for trying to help her outside. And so, that was that. Disaster avoided.
Well, I suppose it's time to call it a night. Here's a haiku.
It was really cold.
At the football game, I mean.
We sat by morons.
Keep it real, and keep hope alive.
Serendipitously yours,
Nate
P.S.: Fran Drescher is a crime against nature.
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