Teenagers?

So...again....at soccer...age came up. This was a different league but at the same complex where I play with several of the same girls as the supposedly under 25 league. This league never had any age restrictions but last night I was chatting with a few women on my team and on the opposing team, when the one of the opponents mentioned that the league was supposed to be over 25, then glared at me for an uncomfortable amount of time. I wasn't going to say anything, but I just made a comment regarding the fact that I was over 25, as were all the girls on our team. My teammate replied "even those teenagers"...."those teenagers" are 25. All "those teenagers" also play on my under 25 team (see previous post) I thought it was hilarious. Age is in the eye of the beholder!

One day you're an old lady, a few days later, you're a teenager.

Old Ladies

In response to my friend Lovey's recent blog post about birthdays...

I am currently playing in an under-25 indoor soccer league. No one on my team is under 25 - there are two girls that are 25, but the rest of us are a little closer to 30. I'm not sure what the rules are, but who cares...we have fun. Last night we played a bunch of high schoolers - their parents had to drive them because they couldn't drive. We won the game 5-4 in the final minute. The girls didn't appreciate that and told the ref that he favored the "old ladies". He does favor us, but he also lets them push us around until people start hitting the floor. I have rug burn from the turf, another one of my teams was bleeding from both knees. Not to mention the bruises...

These girls were so ridiculous they wouldn't shake our hands after the game. One girl came up to us and shook our hands. But even after I went to their bench to make a point, all but two kept their backs turned. In addition, they told the ref that our goalie (who is really good) is trying to live something she never had and that they hope that when they are moms they'll be as good as we are. So sorry to all my friends that are older...you guys must be grandparents or something.

Just as an aside note, the ref owns the place and we know him pretty well because we play there at least 2 nights a week.

Obsessed!

I am completely obsessed with this election. I wasn't that preoccupied by it until I voted last week. Now all I do is check news websites to see something...I guess some how I think that the results are going to be in before tomorrow night. Hopefully, after tomorrow I can stop obsessing.

A good friend suggested that when you're in grad school you need to find something to be neurotic about. Right now for me, it's obviously the election. I'm trying out things to be obsessed about - running, yoga, looking at puppy pictures online. Basically anything that allows me to procrastinate. Facebook has even gotten a little boring - say it ain't so!

Obama

So Obama is speaking about 7 miles away from me as I type this. I decided not to go - not because I don't like him - but because I have things to do and can't dedicate a day to seeing him speak for 30 minutes. I think it's great that there is over 20,000 people standing on the CSU campus right now. I think it's great that the line to get in was miles long...I also think it's great that I can sit in my home office and watch streaming video of his speech.

chill mtn dude is in northern Wyoming watching the speak on FOX News...every time Obama mentions McCain, the other side, or Bush....the tv station cuts away from the speech and talks about something pro McCain/Bush. Hilarious. chill mtn dude wanted to know what Fox was going to do when Bush wasn't in the White House any more. I suggested they would hopefully be lamenting that Obama won the election and was talking about how horrible things are now that a democrat was in charge. Blaming the democrats for all things wrong. Obviously nothing was Dubbya's fault - it was Clinton's fault...Right!

Random...

I have determined that I have very few blog readers, which is fine, this is for me anyway! One Lovey H may check my blog here and there, but whatever.

chill mtn dog passed away a few weeks ago. Very, very sad but she had a wonderful life and we were together as a family, spending her last few hours comforting her. It's just so lonely without and chill mtn dude in the house...He'll be back soon.

Any suggests on cell phones? I need a new one...nothing fancy. It'd be nice to have the option of checking my email, but not mandatory...definitely a camera and text and pic messaging. Decisions, decisions.

Hmmm

School is very time consuming, I'm surviving but I'll be glad when I get through this semester and realize how awesome research credits are!

Chill Mtn Dude turned 40 and we celebrating in Breckenridge. It was good to see his family. We got our season passes, abasin opens next week but we have some house projects that need to be finished before any snowboarding occurs.

Chill Mtn Dog is fine. She started thyroid medicine....she's eating, but no dog food lately. She gained 2.5 pounds.

Tomatoes are getting ripe, I canned 13 quarts of tomato sauce last weekend. I'll can some more tomatoes tomorrow...all while working, doing research, getting school work done, and playing soccer.

I started running a few weeks ago - I don't really enjoy it but I do need to get the stress out and get back in shape for soccer....so, it's a means to an end.

Maybe I'll be inspired to write something soon...

Trip Down Memory Lane

Recently an old friend found me on Facebook, someone I hadn't talked to or thought about since high school. That's pretty cool. It's always nice to talk to old friends. Then I got an assignment for another friend to locate old pictures....this was even a bigger than I thought it was going to be. I stumbled across pictures from high school - pretty mellow...but then I got to college...the first two years weren't too bad, more silliness than anything else...Then senior year came and it appeared to be all over. I mean, obviously we had fun. I remember it being fun, I don't remember being sober very much...the pictures are true to that. Thank goodness there wasn't Facebook and Myspace back then, the world does not need to see those pictures...I'm sure my friends have similar ones and I'd love to chat with them about the good ole days. Then I saw pictures from grad school, more of the same craziness but confined to special times. I guess I realized I couldn't spend 7 nights a week drinking and get a master's degree.

Since then I've apparently really mellowed out or perhaps there isn't a camera at every turn, every event. I can think of some times that rival the partying I did in Geneseo and Boone, but we don't have as much photographic evidence of that or it's confined to special occasions like rodeo, bachelorette parties and tour de fat, not week night events that required drinking everytime someone dies in Night of the Living Dead.

All the reminising stirs up some strange emotions, I don't really know what I am feeling except for the need to have a beer with my friends...but it's 10:30 on a Sunday night and I have class in the morning...research to be done, labs to be written, articles to be read. I guess coffee hour tomorrow will help me get passed this...plus I'll be so busy that I probably won't be able to think straight.