Heard after the volleyball game

"Oh, there goes that 'woman,' the one with the really manly voice."

"Yeah, she has undescended testicles."

"Oh, they're descended alright!"

Another fun-filled busy weekend

My weekend started on Friday. Unlike myself, I decided to go out on Friday night, mainly because a friend is a teacher and they were having a benefit for the school where she teaches at a bar nearby. Don't worry, the kids weren't invited. But now I know how teachers dealt with the craziness of teaching: the got together and got drunk! So, I did too. Sadly, I was drunk and back at home before midnight. That's what happens when you start drinking at 7 pm.

Saturday, I had breakfast/lunch with a friend, then went shopping for a mother's day gift. My mom is SO hard to shop for. She has everything she needs, and she's not the kind of person for whom you can buy useless little cute things. So I ended up buying her some books, because she used to be very well-read, and even now she still reads, but mostly books in Arabic. I thought that she really needs to read some good books in English, so I bought her a couple of books about politics, one of them about Hillary Clinton, and the other about Lenin. Then I picked up a gift card for her.

Well, good thing I did that yesterday, because we ended up celebrating mother's day on Saturday evening. I took my parents to a nice Italian restaurant. They really liked it. Very unusual, because they usually are very picky about the places where they eat.

***HOT REF ALERT! HOT REF ALERT!***

Today, Sunday, I had to play in two soccer games, but ended up playing in three. You see, I played a long soccer game in the morning, about 2 hours. My afternoon game was at 4:30. When we got done, the teams that were playing after us needed more girls to be able to play and not forfeit their game, so I stayed, but I really only stayed because of the cute ref. Oh, I've talked about him previously.

Well, today, me and the cute ref were flirting WAY TOO MUCH. I found out his name is Robert, and when he told me that, I said: "you don't look like a Robert."
He said: "oh yeah, what did you think my name is?"
I couldn't come up with anything and just said: "I don't know, something else."
He said: "well, let me know when you come up with it."
I said: "too late. It would've been better if it just came out, then I would seem witty. Now, it's a lost cause."
In reality, I had a name for him: "A F-ING HOT REF THAT I WANT TO DO RIGHT ON THE SOCCER FIELD." But I didn't know how he would take that!

I guess Robert will do. We laughed together a lot. He laughed at some stupid jokes I made. He said: "it's not fair, you make me laugh, you say really funny witty things."
He said: "I'm a happy person, I like happy people. You seem like a happy person."
He also said: "I really like nice people. You seem pretty nice."

When I was leaving, he said: "see you next week."
I said: "actually see you in two weeks or actually three weeks."
He said: "you won't be here next week? Why not?"

He is really cute. So cute, I just want to lick him. I don't know why. I'm not too crazy about the name Robert. I may have to rename him. I should tell him that next time. Someone help me come up with a good name for him. He has straight dark brown hair, and nice brown eyes, and a beautiful smile. He's fit, about 6' or 6'1". Let that guide you in helping me name him. He's definiltey the cat's meow. MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEOW!

Coming up for some air

This week was beyond NUTS! In the past week:

- I played 4 soccer games. You know what that means, a lot of muscle cramps.
- I worked too many hours and got lectured about working too much and trying not to burn out. You see, I don't like that, because I think I know when I am stressed out, and lecturing never worked on me, not even when I was 5. But at least I could give my mom attitude about it. Grrr.
- I realized that I still like my job, and in fact, I am loving it. I'm hoping things stay this way for a while.
- Finally, the condo. GRRR. Those people pulled me up and down and all around. My agent seemed to be practically working for them and not me. I stuck my ground and asked for my earnest money and indicated that I will be looking at listings next week to find another place. Within 10 minutes I got a call that they accepted my last offer. See? Was that too hard? I guess they thought: girl, buying her first home, alone. She must be naiive, let's try to fuck her over. Right! Don't get me wrong, the place is so worth it. So, next week we have inspection and attorney review period, then if everything goes smoothly, we'll close sometime in June, preferably closer to the end. Then I plan to move sometime in August. But there was a LO-OT of craziness with these people this week and about 30 calls and 5 faxes. I was tired and ready to just say "fuck it all, I'll keep on renting!"

I really hate not having time to blog, but after work, all I want to do is watch TV. I have some addictions that I can't control, like catching the Real World Denver. I love that show. Always have and always will. I think it makes me feel a little better about myself. But I think these people keep on getting sluttier and sluttier. Whatever, I love trashy TV. You watch people sing and dance, and I watch people get drunk and ass.

Moment of silence

Oh lord, I can't remember the last time I did not religiously follow college basketball during March Madness. I will be in a little bit of a withdrawal, but I think being on vacation will make up for it. But I have followed college basketball religiously since I started college, and that's a solid 9 or 10 years. It's is very sad every time I think about all the time I will spend sightseeing and traveling and eating good food and taking fabulous pictures... wait, what was I talking about?

A couple of years ago, my brother was working overseas, and as his luck would have it, it was a phenomenal season for our beloved Fighting Illini. They went to the championship game and then lost to the Shit Heels. That season I had to really keep up with everything so I could do a good job reporting back to him. I remember calling him after every exciting win. Calling China sucked though. Poor kid, some websites were blocked for him so he couldn't fully follow everything.

This year though, I will be gone for most of the tournament, which is very sad. But at least I'll be back in time to catch the final four. Of course based on Illinois' performance, they will most likely be already out of it by that time. *SIGH*

But hey, I'm going to be on vacation, for three weeks. So, I guess I'll get by!

Now let's test the kids!

Ken Griffey, Jr. apparently broke his hand while on a yacht in the Bahamas (I know, tough life). Get this, he broke it while wrestling with his kids. How strong are his kids? Maybe now professional sports should start testing the players' kids for steroids.

I actually feel sorry for Griffey. If you know anything about baseball, well, you have to more than "know" about baseball, you have to really be into it like some crazy fanatics... ahem, yours truly... to remember the hype about Griffey. Truth be told, he does have the best swing out there. At least he did. I can't remember the last time the man had a complete season without any injuries, and they are always very creative. I still remember a leap he made in the outfield during a game against the Cubs and completely dislocated his shoulder. Yikes! At least that was manly, NOT wrestling with his kid!