My weekend ended up mostly in the “win” column.
First of all, my volleyball team crushed our opponents in three straight games. Plus we played decently!
I’m trying to attack this league play a bit differently. I’m trying to be less down on myself about the team’s play while simultaneously having fun.
Second win– No strike at work. But I blogged about that previously. But it was still a win.
Third win: I managed to hang a towel/accessories shelf in my bathroom. It looks good, I have a bit more storage and can get my towels out from under the sink.
Remember, I have precious few tools at my disposal AND I had to hold and level the damn thing myself.
*pats his own back*
Fourth win: I had a date this past Saturday. Yes, a real date! With talking and food and movie watching and, erm….
And that’s all I have to say about that.
And the loss? Well, obviously that was the Vikings. They really shit the bed last night.
The Saints didn’t win it as much as the Vikings seemed hell bent on gift wrapping the victory and presenting it to the Saints– with some festive mardi gras beads.
It was a dirty game too.
It was obvious that the Saints coach (you know, the one who looks like a burn victim with permanent, gay ‘stink face’) instructed his players to do what they could to deliberately injure Brett Favre.
It wasn’t about hurrying him. Or knocking him down. It was about piledriving him with late hits and trying to send him from the game on a strecher.
Aka: Dirty playing. But why would I expect anything less from the “Saints”?
So overall, it was a pretty good weekend.
P.S. Everyone’s invited to my superbowl party — but only if you are Colts fans.