My Crazy Old Aunt Josie
[ 1 Comment ] Posted on 10.17.05 in dreams
Last night, I had a bad dream. It involved a certain old Aunt Josie (who does not exist) who was mentally ill and kept biting anyone and everyone around her. I was designated as her caregiver and, without fail, her mouth (which was both bloody and foamy) made my left arm its pacifier. I promised her a Coke if she would stop biting me, but after she was done with the soda she wasted no time at making me her chew toy. It was horrible.
But on a much lighter note, I found out in that same dream that I was capable of doing back flips. That was the saving grace that evened everything out and made sleeping fun again.
A walk in the park
[ 7 Comments ] Posted on 10.08.05 in cars, high school
I know, it’s silly. But there’s this one space in the parking lot at school that I find particularly nice. So, I do what any other sane person would do: I make my carpool get up 20 minutes earlier so we can make it to the parking lot by 6:30 and stand there for a half hour until school starts. Makes perfect sense to me.
We’re 4-0.
[ 2 Comments ] Posted on 10.03.05 in Buccaneers, football
I love football. My childhood years meshed together into a giant ball of light orange and countless notches in the “L” column. But then again, such was the plight of a “Buccaneers”:http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tampa_Bay_Buccaneers fan in the late 80s and early 90s.
I was raised to appreciate everything about the game: the plays, the players, the strategy. I was brought up in the nosebleed section of old “Tampa Stadium”:http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Houlihan’s_Stadium (you know – back when we had to sit in bleachers and when season tickets cost 25% of what they do now), and I was there to say goodbye to the old field in 1997 at the Bucs’ first playoff game since 1982 (against the Detroit Lions, no less).
See, we used to get tickets to whatever games we could so that we could go with Dad. However, since Tampa Bay moved into the new stadium, we’ve only been able to get two season tickets, leaving my good brother Ian and me at home, watching Chris Collinsworth make a buffoon of himself each and every Sunday.
Not anymore. Our name came up on the season ticket waiting list. Sure, our seats are three rows from the top in the farthest corner of the stadium. Sure, they’re in the middle of the row. But darn it, it’s football. And did I mention that I love football?