*2* months since my last entry?!
And reading so little as well. I'm losing even more touch than I realized. I'm becoming quite the self-absorbed bugger.
So, in that vein, a synopsis of 2 months, and current items rattling in the brainpan:
Our cat Tigger had kittens. We found homes for all but two (kept a boy because of his Maine Coon markings, and a girl because he needs a playmate his own age, and she's just so darn feisty). Tigger is now fixed, so no more worries about her slutting about.
Our Div 1 rugby team went to regional playoffs in Aspen and got its ass whomped. Still, it's good experience for them, and they got to play in snow (not on the pitch, but afterwards, on their off-hours sightseeing in the mountains).
Our Div 3 rugby team never got near to regional playoffs. We managed to squeak in an extra friendly match against the UT Grads, given our season ended so early. Highly entertaining, since it was the day after our Good Friday pub crawl, so half our Horde was hung over. I got 40 minutes on the pitch, 10x what I got all season (I'm ignoring the 35 minutes I got in Midland to get the high-multiplier impact).
I'm working to get my cardio fitness back up to scratch, since I want a lot more playing time next season. I'm hitting the step and Body Combat and Body Attack aerobics classes at the local Gold's Gym, and I'm disheartened because these courses are seriously kicking my ass. I'd known my fitness had declined, but I'd no idea I'd slumped so bad. I'm wondering if there isn't something else in play.
(For instance, my ankle sprain had never healed properly, so I'm always struggling with squats and lunges and worrying about form. But it's the simple fact of wearing out so completely so quickly, and not recovering quickly, that truly scares me. I'm too young to be broken.)
I was so completely ready to hate the new Star Trek movie, but the sweetie wanted to see it at the Austin IMAX theatre, so we caught it Tuesday. Not only did I enjoy it -- I enjoyed it a lot. It employed a plot device that I know I should hate, but I was so impressed with the execution that I just can't. (On a tangent -- someone referred to it as "Star Trek 90210" -- I have to laugh at the ring of truth to that.)
Current construction work -- expanding the foundation of the atrium, so that we can move the entire structure, so we can repair our roof hail damage. I'm hoping so hard that the sweetie's architecting works better than the last design -- we'd ended up with a lot of the atrium roof rotting from water damage over the years, and the new roof design is a lot sleeker, easier to erect, and easier to waterproof.
My latest guilty pleasure is watching reruns of "Avatar: The Last Airbender" on NickToons during dinner. I am so immature.
I really must spend some time this weekend checking out my flist, going back a week or two. I have been *so* out of touch.
So, in that vein, a synopsis of 2 months, and current items rattling in the brainpan:
Our cat Tigger had kittens. We found homes for all but two (kept a boy because of his Maine Coon markings, and a girl because he needs a playmate his own age, and she's just so darn feisty). Tigger is now fixed, so no more worries about her slutting about.
Our Div 1 rugby team went to regional playoffs in Aspen and got its ass whomped. Still, it's good experience for them, and they got to play in snow (not on the pitch, but afterwards, on their off-hours sightseeing in the mountains).
Our Div 3 rugby team never got near to regional playoffs. We managed to squeak in an extra friendly match against the UT Grads, given our season ended so early. Highly entertaining, since it was the day after our Good Friday pub crawl, so half our Horde was hung over. I got 40 minutes on the pitch, 10x what I got all season (I'm ignoring the 35 minutes I got in Midland to get the high-multiplier impact).
I'm working to get my cardio fitness back up to scratch, since I want a lot more playing time next season. I'm hitting the step and Body Combat and Body Attack aerobics classes at the local Gold's Gym, and I'm disheartened because these courses are seriously kicking my ass. I'd known my fitness had declined, but I'd no idea I'd slumped so bad. I'm wondering if there isn't something else in play.
(For instance, my ankle sprain had never healed properly, so I'm always struggling with squats and lunges and worrying about form. But it's the simple fact of wearing out so completely so quickly, and not recovering quickly, that truly scares me. I'm too young to be broken.)
I was so completely ready to hate the new Star Trek movie, but the sweetie wanted to see it at the Austin IMAX theatre, so we caught it Tuesday. Not only did I enjoy it -- I enjoyed it a lot. It employed a plot device that I know I should hate, but I was so impressed with the execution that I just can't. (On a tangent -- someone referred to it as "Star Trek 90210" -- I have to laugh at the ring of truth to that.)
Current construction work -- expanding the foundation of the atrium, so that we can move the entire structure, so we can repair our roof hail damage. I'm hoping so hard that the sweetie's architecting works better than the last design -- we'd ended up with a lot of the atrium roof rotting from water damage over the years, and the new roof design is a lot sleeker, easier to erect, and easier to waterproof.
My latest guilty pleasure is watching reruns of "Avatar: The Last Airbender" on NickToons during dinner. I am so immature.
I really must spend some time this weekend checking out my flist, going back a week or two. I have been *so* out of touch.