victory, sort of

Today I competed on my friend Katie's turkey curling team. Our team name: Tastes Like Chickens. Our team name if it hadn't been a "family" event: Tastes Like Chicken, Bitches!.

After seven loooooooong hours of pushing turkeys-on-a-platter from one end of the ice to the other, Tastes Like Chicken took home the pro-wrestlingesque championship belt home. (It has an image of a turkey getting its head cut off on it, oh yeah!) I also brought home with me a sprained elbow, sustained during a fall during the last match. At least, I hope it's only a sprain. If it's broken, I'll have to make up a story about how I broke it. No way am I gonna say, "I broke my arm when I was brooming for a turkey curling tournament." As if I wasn't a big enough dork already.

hazmat

I started in on the bathroom remodel project today. I'm not sure how it's gonna turn out, but I'm optimistic. Today I scraped paint and pulled up a couple different layers of old flooring. Then learned from the tile store that I coulda just left the flooring down. All that work on the floor basically gets me about a quarter inch closer to flush with the hardwood floors--not worth the effort, really. But I'm interested to see if any problems emerge now that I'm back down to the basics in a couple of areas. Here's about where things stand after six hours of work today:

eyes wide open

i'm happy that the eye doctor manages to provide such good correction for my bad eyes. the process of getting my eyes dilated lets me experience what it would be like to see but not well enough to read. i don't like the feeling.

i envy those people who can see the very bottom line of the chart. in my next life, i'd like to be far-sighted. that's definitely not a trait that describes the life i currently lead.