It’s Sunday & I’m Boring: Down with the Twizzle Edition

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8:08 a.m.

Willie Nelson is singing “Sad Songs and Waltzes” on the radio at the moment which makes this pre-coffee time in the morning a bit more bearable. Even though I stayed up way past my bedtime last night shotgunning the last three episodes of Season 4 of “The West Wing,” I woke up well before the coffee maker. I hate waking up before the coffee.

Of, course it’s 8 a.m. and the coffee is done and I’m still sans coffee. I decided to do a bit of work while the coffee brewed and now the coffee’s done brewed and I’m typing in this stupid window instead of imbibing in caffeinated ambrosia. I don’t know what my problem is.

8:20 I just sang a very emphatic & sincere rendition of “Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots” into my cup of hotcha-cha-cha coffee. It was glorious. Now I have to work on The Beast.

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11:18 a.m.

Did I tell you about how I won $100 on the Super Bowl? I did! I used my ill-gotten booty to buy myself a slew of Valentine’s Day gifts: Jeremy Messersmith’s “Heart Murmurs” on vinyl, a waffle maker, and a cookie scoop. I like to go all out.

Of the three I think I’m in love with the waffle maker the most. This is shocking, I know, because I’ve been listening to that Messersmith record pretty much nonstop. But, I’ve also eaten waffles every day since it arrived at Supergenius HQ. In fact, I finished up the last of the waffle batter for brunch and now I’m pondering what to make with it next. I’m wondering if I can make waffle-shaped quesadillas. Or waffle-shaped sandwiches.

After brunch I got to use the cookie scoop to make chocolate chocolate chip cookies (they were good but a little too rich for my blood) while listening the record. It was the Valentine’s trifecta.

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8:33 p.m.

Most of the Tibbleless Family Dinner was spent hearing about Sister #3’s fancy new job where she works as an advocate for sexual assault victims. Yes, the depressing dinner conversation never ends. For dessert we tried to convince Jaycie and Maxwell to become a brother-sister ice dancing duo.
“You gotta pick one, Max.” I said. “What’ll it be: ruffles or sequins?”

They rolled their eyes at us in a manner that seemed to say, “Old people, not funny.” Oh, to be a teenager again.

Then the assholes I am related to had to spend some time talking about my prolific twittering. I told them all I hated them and planned on blocking them.

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10:00 p.m.

I love watching the Olympics. It’s really out of character considering I give zero licks about sports in general. But the winter Olympics are my absolute favorite. I love the falls and crashing, and all the judging. It seems like there are more judging events in the winter Olympics than there is in summer Olympics, which makes the commentators more awesome than anything else.

I love how you an really pick up on the culture of a sport just by listening to the commentators. The snowboarding commentators are very positive and encouraging. If someone biffs it’s there like “Oh man, that sucks.That chatters in the slushy bottom is just killing everyone’s runs.”

If someone biffs it in, say, figure skating the commentators are all “I don’t see how they can come back from that catastrophic fall. This is devastating.” Also in the figure skating there is a lot of talk about ankle bobbles, blade pressure, and whether someone wants it either too much or not enough. I have yet to determine what the right amount of want is. They haven’t explained that.

The “It’s (Insert Day of Week) and I’m Boring” is a series that Christa and I do to pay homage to the beauty of old-school blogging. (I totally copied this nice explanation from Christa).

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  1. Brett 19.Feb.14 at 12:08 am

    I understand your love of the waffle iron – people line up at the breakfast buffet in hotels for ’em!

    Today for lunch (soup & salad day) a co-worker brought at a panini maker, I brought the fixin’s, and we made grill cheesers for everybody. Much love.

    I might need a waffle maker for … St. Patty’s!

    I’m still trying to figure out Olympic Curling – no joke, I like it though!

    1. Jodi 19.Feb.14 at 12:11 am

      When I worked at my parents’ bowling alley. I brought a crockpot of chili & a George Foreman where I grilled up some grilled cheese sandwiches. I was never more popular with men in my entire life than I was that night.

      Also, I haven’t had a waffle since Sunday because I am out of eggs. It makes me sad and feel like a waffle failure.

  2. Brett 19.Feb.14 at 12:33 am

    Ecclesiastes: “… A time to make waffles, a tiiiiime to refrain from making waffles …”


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