So Not the Outcome I Wanted

Well, Chelsea won their first UEFA Champions League today, beating Bayern Munich in penalties. I do not like when a game goes to penalties. I would rather have things decided before it comes to penalties. Needless to say I did not want Chelsea to win. I am not a hardcore Bayern Munich but I am very much not a fan of Chelsea, so it was an easy choice to make as to which team I was going to root for. The result was so not what I was hoping to have happen which was a major bummer. Still, the game was a fun watch so there is that.

Oh, and wtf was up with Salomon Kalou’s hair? I kept thinking a facehugger from the Aliens movies was attacking the back of his head. Drogba seemed absolutely fascinated by it, lol.


So Where Is Waldo Exactly?

A few days ago, the U.S. National Soccer Team released the design for their new jerseys. I get what they were trying to go for here with the flag colors and uber patriotism and whatnot.

The national team unveiled the above picture (among others) to promote the new design. Look at the intensity on Clint Dempsey’s and Alex Morgan’s features! Shit just got real.

I however did not weep from being so moved at the patriotism of this kit. When I look upon the above picture all I see is this:

Look, I found Waldo!

Don’t get me wrong – I am a huge supporter of both our national men’s and women’s soccer teams. But seriously? This is the best that they could up with for the kit design? *facepalm* C’mon guys, this is not the way to help soccer gain the respect of sportsfans in our country.

Pronunciation is Key

Now I have been known to not speak clearly from time to time. I might mumble or otherwise make it harder to understand me by how I say things. But if you say something that sounds like “two-turr-uhrl” and expect me to understand what the heck you are talking about I may have some issues comprehending what you are saying. Two-turr-uhrl. Two-turr-uhrl. Not exactly sure what that is supposed to be. By the way, this happened during the last phone call I took at work today. I should have known not to answer the phone so late in the day but I wasn’t thinking straight and I answered. Two-turr-uhrl. Two-turr-uhrl. Dunno what you want person on the phone but all I can think of right now is heading home so let’s figure this shit out.

10 minutes later I realize that they are having trouble completing a TUTORIAL online. *facepalm* Got it. ‘K, so past time to go home now.

Pronunciation is Fun!

Vacation as Punishment – Insidious Corporate Plot?

I’d like to pose a question to all y’all – does going on vacation from work ever feel like a punishment? You know – like some twisted, insidious corporate plot? Allow me to explain. Currently where I am employed I am the only person who knows how to do certain things.  When I am either unavailable or gone from my desk-space, if a question is asked about a certain topic, no one else can answer the question. Because no one else can answer the question the inquiry must wait until I am able to answer it. Now, fast forward to me having been gone for several days. The first day back from a vacation is by FAR the worst. I always tend to write it off as being incapable of productivity because all I really do is spend the day answering people’s spazzing questions about things that may or may not have to do with my job. For example, the first day back from only being gone for two days off I spent the entire morning (i.e. until 12:45pm) either on the phone or in the middle of a completely pointless 11-person wide email string. I don’t know why eleven people were included. I still don’t know why eleven people were included even after I have had time to look back and analyze everything. I still find that whole experience to have been incredibly pointless and basically a good way to make things harder than they need to be. I kept catching myself thinking “What a waste of time.” I was basically hooked up to a coffee IV the entire day to try and survive the onslaught. I think my coffee to blood ratio tilted into the nervous-tick/twitchy category by the end of the day because of how much coffee and soda I had consumed. (By the way, my eyes are still twitching. Not in unison or anything, but enough to be distracting).

On one hand, I most definitely needed the time off because I was running myself ragged. On the other hand however, I feel like I’m being punished for returning because of the state of things when I get back. There is a reason I don’t take vacation very often even though I really need to take a lot more. So, are vacations really a clever form of punishment designed to keep people hard at work so that they never, ever leave their cubicle space? As far as insidious plots go, it’s a doozy. And frankly unnecessarily convoluted. The cynical side of me wants to say yes. But the side of me that enjoyed lounging around working on my crochet and watching bad movies all days says no. But no more like noooooooo, where it trails off into uncertainty instead of NO, all firm and for-sure like.

Conclusion: There are a lot of dumb people in this world who will waste your time if given half a chance. In other words, vacation good; people stupid. Discuss.


On a much MUCH happier note, we have first hatch!!! My beloved Decorah Eagles’ first babby has emerged from its egg. The little eaglet has fluffed out a bit so no longer looks like an extremely ugly old man bird which I am appreciative of.  I’m so excited to see him/her and hopefully his/her siblings in the not too distant future. 😀 😀 😀


P.S. Just got off of the phone with my friend who recently had a baby. Awesome person, awesome family. Super cute lil baby. So I am now gladly eating cold marmalade toast.

Very Sad Moment for FA Cup

FA Cup quarterfinal abandoned after Bolton’s Fabrice Muamba collapses on field – News | FOX Sports on MSN.

I am a fan of both the Tottenham Hotspurs and the Bolton Wanderers, among a slew of other teams and players in the English Premier League. For you non-futbolers, the English Premier League is one of the biggest venues for soccer in Europe.

That being said, I was reading the feed on my facebook page and something popped up from the Tottenham Hotspurs about their most recent match having to be abandoned because a player collapsed on the pitch. Apparently one of opposing Bolton midfielders, Fabrice Muamba, suffered a heart attack in the middle of the game. He’s only 23. My heart goes out to him, his family and his teammates. This situation is such an unbelievably scary thing to have happen at the best of times, but to have it happen to such a young man just seems to compound how horrible it is. I hope everything turns out ok and Fabrice makes a full recovery.