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This happened Sunday afternoon:
We’re going again tonight with hopes of it happening again. And again. And again. Because nothing says “DON’T BRING THAT SHIT TO MY HOUSE” like swatting a three-point attempt into the crowd and then chest bumping your teammates afterwards.
And that’s not exaggerating things at all. I six different sites I have to check each day just to make sure I’m not missing out on some stellar deal that’s 70% off for one day and one day only! Daily Deals aggregates all that into one site. I just signed up for it this morning, so I can’t get you too excited about it just yet. I will say that I’m excited to only have to check one website every morning instead of thumbing through apps on my phone and trying to track through Facebook or Twitter which deals I’ve looked at and which ones haven’t.
It’s a little borderline obsessive I know, but hey, Groupon has had at least two different deals that have sold out because I didn’t get a chance to look at them soon enough and that’s the worst probably anyone could ever have in their life. Know what I mean?
All of my normal Friday night routine has come to a halt. It’s opening night of the 2011 WNBA season and the Minnesota Lynx are in LA about to take on a healthy Candace Parker and the Sparks. For some absolutely asinine reason, it’s not on TV unless you happen to have NBA TV and who the hell has that? I’m livestreaming it from WNBA.com’s LiveAccess. And you’re damn right I’m liveblogging this. FRIDAY NIGHT LADY BASKETBALL PARTY. (I’d make that blinking text if I remembered how.)
Pregame Notes: The announcers are bad and it’s just pregame, so I’m hoping it gets better when they’re not forced to make idle chitchat. Maya Moore’s first regular season game is tonight. She’s got some major expectations to fill tonight and the rest of the season, so it should be interesting to see how she meets those… especially since she couldn’t get the Huskies to NCAA championship this past year. Just sayin’. Also, I still love Coach Gillom more than I’ll ever love the Lynx’ current coach.
Starters for the Lynx: Lindsey Whalen, Seimone Augustus, Maya Moore, Rebekah Brunson and Taj McWilliams-Franklin.
Starters for the Sparks: Noelle Quinn, Candace Parker, Tina Thompson, Ticha Penicheiro and DeLisha Milton-Jones.
Tags: basketball, liveblogging, lynx, sparks, wnba
Do you think those dirty five-dollar-no-hollar massage parlors would get in as much trouble if they referred to things as “successful conclusion” as opposed to “happy ending”? Microsoft Word seems to think so.
For the past three years, our little gay family has been just as normal as any other family I know. Just like every other family out there, we don’t eat dinner at the kitchen table enough. We get behind on laundry. We go out to dinner once a week. We watch TV. We have a pet or two. The General and I take turns helping The Kid with homework. I drag them to sporting events; they talk about comic books and nerdy cartoon stuff. That’s pretty normal, no?
And just like any other family, gay, straight or otherwise, we want to expand our family. Past The Kid, past the dog and the cat, and add a baby to the mix. Why not, right? I mean, what else do we have going on? And I think when we finally started to seriously consider that option is when I realized that — holy crap, we’re a gay family.
When/if we have a baby, who’s going to accept him/her? Who’s not? Who will make a huge deal out of the fact that our child will have two moms? And who will just be ecstatic because, HEY!, we had a baby! Does the baby have grandparents? Aunts? Uncles? Or do we just raise our baby with family that we choose for him/her? That kinda thing gets trick if you really start thinking about it.
Then, there’s the whole issue of two ladies not being able to make a baby. I gave The General a turkey baster on our 3 month anniversary. It was more of a joke than anything. And besides, I’d stolen the turkey baster from a neighbor when I was moving out of the suburbs and into Minneapolis, so it’s not like I really expected her to use a used turkey baster… but still. It’s not like we can try to get one of us knocked up. And if we did, it would probably have to require entirely too much alcohol and a stranger with a penis. In other words, not really an option.
This is disjointed, I know. I want to post today and I want to post on this topic, but it’s hard to wrap my head around what it’s like to be a gay family. We’re just a family. And probably a whole heck of a lot less dysfunctional than most of the families out there.
Pretty sure that’s what running is all about. I suppose you need legs, but I’m pretty sure that’s the only damn thing that’s physical about running. Tonight marks the second time in this whole C25K process that I’m absolutely certain I’ve psyched myself out of running.
Last week, for example, I ran the 2nd day of C25K’s 5th week. That’s a brisk five minute warm up, eight minutes of running, walking for five minutes, eight minutes of running, and then a five minute cool down. I blew through that thing like nobody’s business. At one point in the final 8 minutes, I had the speed on the treadmill 0.5 miles faster than I had when I started. I was done and almost wanted to run out to the car. Almost.
Tonight, I was supposed to run 20 miles and did not do that. Hardly one bit. And it frustrated the holy hell out of me. There are a ton of variables that probably effected it. I’m so not rehydrated from the weekend. I slept on the ground for two nights, which would explain the lower back pain I felt when running tonight. The last jogging-type activity I did was almost a week ago.
I’m pretty sure I had talked myself out of running about three days ago. I know it’s all mental, because I don’t feel any pain or awkwardness or anything like that in my body; I could physically keep going. If I could just turn my brain off for 20 minutes, I could probably do this 5K thing without a second thought. But until that happens, I’ve gotta figure out how to get over this stupid mental roadblock before I drive myself insane.
I’m totally piggybacking off of Jenni’s most recent post, but I can’t help it. I FEEL THE SAME WAY.
Camping is this weekend. I am thrilled. Beyond thrilled.
I don’t know if it’s the settin’ by the fire or the lookin’, or maybe it’s the five billion different kinds of cards we’ll play, or the 982 bad decisions that will be made, but I’m so glad the 2011 Camping Season Opener is this weekend. At some point over the weekend, we’ll be joined by many of our most awesome friends in one of my top three favorite places in Wisconsin. Much meat will be consumed.
It will be a good weekend. And it couldn’t have come at a better time for me or for The General.
a typical camping morning
For three reasons, really.
1) Look at how this dude can park an RV:
2) He’s a fan of the gays:
3) DUDE CAN PLAY SOME MEAN BASKETBALL.
Tornado in our neck of the woods yesterday and by our neck of the woods, I mean some of the paths that we walk or bike were blocked by trees that had trunks as wide as my leg is long. I didn’t make it must past the park, because a huge part of North Minneapolis was on curfew after 9pm and I didn’t want to get too involved in being in a neighborhood where I didn’t live after curfew.
This morning, as I was getting ready for work, I was annoyed that the organic face stuff that my face was washed with yesterday ended up causing an 8th grade acne breakout along my hairline and also annoyed that anytime I try to get my haircut, I end up looking like I should be getting ready to film GI Jane 2: Electric Boogaloo. Hello, first world problems.
Then I drove to work. I got detoured a couple of times and wound up driving down a street that made my heart drop into my chest. An entire block was full of houses that had been severely damaged by yesterday’s storms. Trees had fallen through roofs, windows were shattered, garages and sheds flattened. One house had what looked like their entire wardrobes dumped into the middle of the backyard. There were people trying to sort through things and figure out what could even be salvaged. And I here I am, 15 minutes earlier, irritated about the amount of hair product I had to use.
If you want to help, please check out urbanhomeworks.com. They’re organizing clean up efforts today and the second I get off work, I’m finding out how I can help. North Minneapolis is not a community full of affluent folks that can just replace a car or move into a new home. There were 200 people that were in shelters last night, which as a friend of mine said on Twitter, that’s 200 people that don’t have anywhere else to go or anyone else to help them.
Sometimes, I wish there would have been a time in my life where I would have not known where my pants were the next morning and later found them on Flickr in this manner.
I also love that Jenni finds this just as entertaining as I do.
Via Flickr:
seen along minnehaha parkway this morning.
