Come ti vidi
M’innamorai,
E tu sorridi
Perchè lo sai.
Stumbled on this quote. Google says it’s from Falstaff… and
I love it. It’s my new favorite at the moment!
USWNT team is WORLD CHAMPIONS. I am so excited. I was glad
to be alone for the first 16 minutes of that game. Oh my goodness was I freaking
out. When Carli Lloyd is on... she is unstoppable. What a bad day to be Japan.
I think I was jumping around the living room for 16 mins. Literally. What a way
for Abby and Christine to go out. The coverage and attention that this World
Cup received is encouraging! The final was the most watched soccer game in
United States HISTORY. Pretty sure that the Men’s team wishes that they played
soccer like girls ;) Just read this statement from the NY Times below:
The United States’ 5-2 victory over Japan in the Women’s World Cup final
on Sunday was seen by 25.4 million viewers on Fox — a record for any soccer
game, men’s or women’s, shown on English-language television in this country.
With nearly 1.3 million viewers watching on Telemundo, the Spanish-language
station, the total of 26.7 million also exceeds the record 26.5 million
combined viewers that saw Germany beat Argentina in last year’s men’s World Cup
final on ABC and Spanish-language Univision.
In effect, the United States women are now champions on two fronts, a
testament to their enduring talent and to their appeal to an American public
that increasingly seems tuned in to soccer.
The WOMENS FINAL had more viewers that the MENS. Keep that
in mind when you read this infuriating article:
I have already pre-ordered the new USWNT jersey with the
THIRD star! I picked Julie Johnston because 1. She is awesome. 2. She wears
#19. 2. If she keeps playing like that, she will be around for awhile!
After watching so much soccer this past month, I wonder why
on earth high schools want to put in turf. You see the leg abrasions and hear
the announcers say “its 70 here in Edmonton but the field temp is 120!” How is
playing on overheated plastic a good idea? I mean really…
Speaking of soccer… my “season” ended two weeks ago. I did
sign up for next season as it is the only physical activity that I enjoy doing.
I still have to remind myself that Im not in college anymore. I haven’t been
lifting, practicing 3 hours a day and no longer have David Beckham knees or a 6
pack. My shots are more rainbows than bullets these days, my attempts to make
my defender fall over from my moves now end with me on the ground and my first
touches are horrible. (I would like to point out that I did one time the ball
with my left foot last game and I actually struck it well… although I missed
the goal by 3 inches) But… despite me playing like an eighth grader… it is
actually a lot of fun.
For the last game of the season, I had a mini fan club
complete with a homemade sign. Carefully crafted, this sign of epic proportions
boasted a bilingual slogan and glitter. The sign creator (Rich) cheered loudly
and even bribed my defender with $20 to let me score (see…Im not the soccer
player I used to be!). The guy was a tree and I couldn’t get by him.
I love the baseball stadium experience. The atmosphere, the
food (although not the prices) and I only like baseball in real life. On tv is
pure torture (JUST above watching golf and Nascar. I don’t know why golf is
even on tv.) Last weekend was Yanks vs Astros in Houston. I think Jared and I
should avoid Yankee games. Pretty sure we were both mad at each other at some
point during the nine innings. My hatred is equal to his love…. Which wasn’t
probably good! Alex Rodriguez is his favorite player (insert eyerolls, gags and
everything else) and I think he is a horrible person and doesn’t deserve to be
playing baseball… so that went well. See my post on Instagram:
Yeah… the truth hurts. Sorry not sorry. I did manage to
shock everyone when I asked who the old guy was that was standing 20 feet from
me. Jared answered “Nolan Ryan” in a shocked voice and then I ask “who’s
Nolan?” The security guard just kinda stared at me in disbelief. Apparently he
was a pretty awesome pitcher? No clue. I blame dad on this one. He doesn’t like
baseball so we never watched it at home. Apparently my sister knows these
things and failed to inform me so… blame is placed on her as well. I love the
responses to my post on facebook…. Perhaps I shouldn’t always admit my
ignorance.
The Yanks won on a botched call. (Dumb call that left two
runners on base who both scored) It was a good game though. The Astros fought
back to even the score 6-6 with homeruns. I cheered loudly for a team that I
couldn’t name a player on the roster. J
The video below is during the 7th inning stretch because apparently
“Take Me Out to the Ballgame” isn’t good enough for Texas baseball J (Yes I know that the
stupid thing needs rotated… I just couldn’t figure it out. Sorry)
The long weekend was so nice. I love days off… especially
when they are paid! It’s amazing! The family had a party here on Saturday for
the 4th which was fun. I watched the 3rd place game (YAY
England!) with a Ukrainian, ate lots of food, swam and even got to see
fireworks from a distance. It wasn’t the same as the fireworks in Lakewood though!
I always loved being close enough to them to feel them going off. And Alex’s running
commentary was always a requirement. Holidays… even these tiny ones… make me
miss home a little. I miss the picnics for Labor Day, Memorial Day, Fourth of
July and Ashville Days (although not really a holiday, those fireworks are the
best!). Summer makes me miss home actually… it’s the best time to be in WNY!
The nice part about long hair is that I can wake up in the
morning, brush it and bam… ready to go. When my hair is shoulder length or
above, things tend to get shady. The problem is I shower at night and go right
to bed. Looking into the mirror in the morning is always an adventure. Thank
goodness for hair straighteners! Sometimes that doesn’t even help. Well now
that I am working at home I am getting up and running, then showering. Brushing
my hair has become completely optional. (along with matching, well-fitting
clothing and makeup) Apparently my hair likes not being brushed because when I
don’t try to make my hair look nice and it doesn’t matter if it actually does,
it looks good. So I think I may just give up on the battle. If you know me, you
know I have two hair styles…. Down and ponytail. When I played sports the
French braid would make an appearance, and when my hair was long it would find
its way on top of my head in a bun when I was stressed. Anyways… my hair looked
amazing yesterday because no one had to see me. BUT on one of the two days this
week that a human will see me, my hair looks like something attempted to nest
in it. I put it in a ponytail and Im pretty sure it looks worse. Sigh.
Nothing incredibly awkward or embarrassing has happened to
me lately. Pretty sure it’s a record! I did forget Watson’s 1 year birthday on
6/30. I am the worst cat mom ever. I told him that we will celebrate on the
year mark of his arrival. He is officially on Big Cat food… and I think he is ecstatic.
I actually picked a food that was a little more expensive than the cheap, cheap
kind. He devours it. He has started devouring rolls/bread. Weirdo. Watson is a
little more leery of stealing spinach leaves from my bowl since yesterday he unexpectedly
experienced red wine vinegar/olive oil/oregano. He freaked out. Other than that….
He is the same. Just a year older. I am pretty sure that he hates me working
from home all of the time. I have my headphones on ALL the time, and I BELT out
the songs. Out of key, I am sure. He GLARES sometimes. I woke him up from his
sun bathing this morning when a John Denver song came on my shuffle. I told him
to blame his Cat-Grandma…. It’s her fault that I know every.single.word to
every.single.John.Denver.song. I am sure that Sister knows my pain. J (to make matters
worse, it was “thank God Im a Country Boy”… which involves me air-fiddling)
My list is still going well! The professor hasn’t emailed me
back though… sigh. I stalk my email way too much. We shall see though. I had an
interview for a coaching position last week and I am really hoping that it
works out. In the last 3 years coaching is the only thing that I really enjoyed
and looked forward to doing. Speaking of 3 years… where has 3 years gone! Im
one month away from my 3 year “USA Re-entry” anniversary. Wow!
I was asked on Thursday what I wanted to be when I grew up.
I just froze, stuttered and then gave up. I didn’t have an answer. Kinda not ok
with that…. And I wonder why I can never commit to applying to school.
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