Ah, it's August friends, do you know what that means? It means that once again football is upon us! this is the best time of the year for me. It's really the only professional sport that I love, and can easily talk about without sounding like a little kid desperately trying to join an adult conversation. already this morning I have been a part of three football conversations and it is only 10:30! Football allows me to become closer to the guys and gals in my office that can talk about the "grid iron." It opens up doors of communication that for 6 months out of the year are closed to me. Am I excited, you bet I am!
Speaking of football, I'm sure by now you have all heard about Brett Favre being traded to the NY Jets. All in all I think it's a good trade for everyone. the Jets were in desperate need of a reliable quarterback, Brett was in need of a team that needed an idol, and the Packers were in need of letting go of a 100 pound Guerilla. So everbody got what they wanted, except Chad Pennington, but really if he'd have played up to his ability he wouldn't be in this predicament. So good bye Brett, I've loved the energy and charisma you brought to the Green Bay Packers, but I will not miss you post season waffling that held the team in limbo. For better or worse, it's over. So, good luck and good riddence.
In other news, there is general excitment in my office. yesterday while out to lunch with a mall landlord, the topic of conversation turned to refrigerator pickles. Instantly, I got excited because Jill has often talked about them and has been wanting to make them at home. I have not allowed her to do so because I hate pickles, and didn't want a huge batch of pickles stinking up the fridge (I know, very nice and supportive of me). Well, it turns out that one of my co-workers LOVES them too, and is sad because her mom can't make them anymore. So last night I told Jill about it and she has agreed to make a batch and share them with the office. People are genuinely excited, and I think Jill is too. She used to like to make things for my old office in Ann Arbor. She is a little nervous never having made them before, but I know she'll do great. I'll let you all know how they turn out, because even though I hate pickles, I'm intrigued enough to try one!
2 comments:
They aren't your regular pickle-y pickle. You'll like them, I think. You're just being a baby about it. And you can't hate pickles but like deep fried pickles. That's just mentally psyching yourself out.
You don't blog enough, Tim. Much too infrequently. I know you're busy, blah, blah, blah, but c'mon now---let's get a move on here! lol
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