10:09 a.m. - 2005-10-11
an active living room
I think someone has been so bold as to put a CD in the stereo this morning at work. It seems to be Tina Turner...Greatest Hits or something. Nothing quite like "Private Dancer" at 9am.
So, the Steelers won last night. The game went until past midnight and very very unfortunately, Ben Roethlisberger was injured. He is scheduled for an MRI today. Seriously, this injury could drastically alter my level of general satisfaction with life in these upcoming winter months. I know it sounds crazy, but if the Steelers don't make it to the playoffs, living in Pittsburgh is, if you'll forgive my pun, a whole new ball game.
Amanda was a good sport, ooh, another pun! This entry is for you, Rob Rennich...anyway, Amanda was open minded enough to join us for the fist half of the game last night, even though she is only a football fan when it comes to her Wisconsin Badgers. She fell in love with Henry the cat, as most women who cross the threshold of Kevin's house do. He is such a lady's man.
Raise your hand if you graduated from OU and have gone to a Bobcat game. I would guess only Brooke and Megan. Maybe Kelly and Matt went as a novelty or a joke or something once.
Kevin and I were talking the other day about how weird the cats must think it is on Sundays (or in this week's case, Monday nights). Any other time, when we watch television, we sit calmly and stare at the TV, engrossed with Lost or Survivor. Occasionally, we get up for a drink or something but mostly we are quiet and docile. However, from the cats' perspective, about once a week, for absolutely no reason, we start screaming things at the television:
"Go! Go!....Go! YES. YES!!!"
"What the hell?!?! Did you see that???"
"Bullshit! Bullshit!"
"Get him....get him....GET HIM! YES! Nicely done! That was awesome!!"
"No. No! What??? Are you BLIND???"
Sometimes, Henry gets up, gives us a look of disgust and goes into the kitchen to comfort himself by stuffing his face.
