Certainly there is nothing here worth even writing about, but I have a few minutes over break so I thought I’d at least let everyone know that there’s nothing noteworthy happening! Lauren and I are taking in the Twins game tonight vs. the White Sox. After eleven months of pondering offseason moves, analyzing trades, watching spring training box scores, taking in Opening Day in a blizzard, traveling to Milwaukee, spending precious hard-earned dollars on tickets, memorabilia, and concessions, and agonizing loss after agonizing loss, it all comes down to this. Three games vs. the White Sox. The Twins trail by 2.5 games in the division, so they need to win all three to have a realistic shot at the playoffs.
Other than that, it’s not too interesting around here. Lauren and I are slowly answering a few questions about the big wedding that will take place sometime next year. After some nudging from Sarah last night, we thought late September 2009 sounded like the best option. I’m also relishing the day that DJing is over. My end date basically coincides with the end of the busy wedding season, so one way or the other I’d be done after the dance October 11. After that, every Saturday will be free once again!
Just so your visit to my blog won’t be an entire waste of time… I was reminiscing the other morning at work with Aaron and Josh about teachers’ odd quirks in high school, and two particularly odd stories came to mind. In Mrs. Bratland’s Sociology class, possibly sophomore or junior year, Dusty convinced Mrs. Bratland to let us watch the movie Heavyweights for class because it contained valuable sociological lessons. No one ever really figured out what that lesson was, other than perhaps society’s view of fat kids. After spending three or four entire class periods watching the movie, it came to an end. Mrs. Bratland stared at the screen and said, “There was nothing sociologically significant in that movie.” Oh well, damage was done.
In ninth grade Health class, Mr. Stobbs would review for tests in an unusual manner. “The answer to 1 is A. 2 is C. 3 is A. 4 is B…” We would all just copy down the letters and memorize the order for the test. All was going well until Mr. Stobbs’ life-threatening heart attack. He was replaced by Brad Noem, who one day asked us how Mr. Stobbs reviewed for tests. We all knew we were doomed. “He just goes through and tells us the answers,” we pleaded. “Uh-huh. Sure he does,” Noem said. We were telling the truth! Not shockingly, grades quickly plummeted.
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Sorry…I don’t care about the Twins either way. Win or lose, it doesn’t matter to me. What I am commenting on is your wedding. I just found out tonite that you shouldn’t choose Sept. 5th of 2009 as your date as Matt Borg has that date sealed already. It may interfere with relatives!
Matt Borg? Seriously?
I read Lauren’s blog and I think her colors sound nice and fall-ish. I like the thought of having it in September when it’s a little cooler out. Can you even imagine how much you’d be sweating if you had it in the summer?
Have you considered making a Mr. Toothpaste Bottle book for Emmy’s birthday this year? She’d love that more than anything in the world, I guarantee you, even if you have to throw one together in a hurry. Something to think about!