Icehouse will kill your goalie and kick itself down your throat

I attempted to watch a soccer game last week...and...um....i couldn't finish. i was sooo bored! i mean, what? THIS is what everyone in the world is so passionate about?? yikes. It feels like bad sex. it's like you are constantly RIGHT there, but you just can't get it in the hole. they jab around but never quite make it in. when they finally do, it's like sooooo unsatisfying.

no wonder they say "goooooaaaaalll" for so long. they need to stretch it out because it might not happen again. literally.

and then there are so many ties (which somehow equal wins), the scores are super low and the clock pretty much means nothing. i mean...what's the point of that thing anyway?

maybe i'm too much of an american football girl, i don't know. i just can't see how people can watch an entire soccer match at all, let alone with any sort of intensity. i mean, i love the history of soccer and the culture behind all of it....i love that the whole world is involved....i just can't do it. i tried. maybe i will give it another shot during the next US game....we will see.

and those horns are NOT helping. although my favorite thing about soccer right now is the vuvuzela app on my phone. instantly adds annoyance to anything. so great.

In more local news....our new fern has a name, and that name is Don King. As crazy-haired as the man whom after he is named, he looks very handsome on the porch in between his two lovely ladies. I'm thinking they should be named Patience and Impatience, the Impatiens....but i will have to run that by nikki when we are sober. what? the plants will die by then? very funny.

I just hope DK doesn't start setting up fights between the marigolds and the herbs. If he does....I'm putting money on the herbs. That mint is a BEAST.

Did i say mint? i meant "mojito plant".

Also, we somehow drank this Icehouse tall boy that we've had in the fridge since we pretty much moved in. we ran out of beer, and even though Danny was on his way with more, we couldn't wait.

BAD call. the only way out of Icehouse City is with a raging headache and the desire to want to rip your stomach out. How did i ever drink those when i was younger? oh yeah, i was younger.

So other than leaving this weekend with a horrible hangover, it was pretty good. I actually took off Friday and rode the towpath trail with Gary, my bike. He and I haven't been there in years. it was great. we were both very happy and filled with memories. Seriously though, i don't know if it was because it was 9am and still a little cool, the sun was shining everywhere and the views were so pretty....but the endorphins were kicking like crazy in my brain. i felt really, really happy and full of life. when i got to about eight miles, i was thinking about how i could go thirty miles, but i wanted to go shower up for my lunch date with my old buddy lizette. when i turned around, it was more uphill, it got warmer and i had greatly overestimated my energy level. holy jeez. it was not as "wow, the world is so pretty i'm so happy" it was more like, "ugh....where is the next mile marker???". So i went 16 miles (before noon even!), got to my buddies house and showered, then met lizette and mike d at the old lime spider, now called the Lockview, for lunch. it was yummy. Any grilled cheese with goat cheese is a friend of mine.

Also I bought some homemade strawberry jam from Lizette, which i highly recommend...she sells it for 4 bucks a jar and it's delicious!!

it's weird hanging out in the AK again....but i must say they are doing some nice things. it looks a lot better than when i lived there and zip strip paraded it up.

tonight i will be out in the rowdy....and will hopefully find a nice patio to drink some yummies on. and by "yummies" i mean the sweat of young Philippino men. Jk. that's gross. any young man will do.

i need a beer.