Howdy y’all (because I said y’all, you should automatically now know that this is Lindsay. Because I live in the South.)!
I must first start this post off by commending the Iowa Hawkeyes Wrestling team for winning their 3rd straight NCAA championship. The tournament is not even over as I write this and already there is no way that any other team can catch us. I guess that’s what happens when you have a Hawkeye in 5 out of the 10 finals. Good job guys!
Now that I’ve congratulated our guys, I have to say. Wrestling = the most confusing macho sport ever. Macho because it’s all about strength and dominating your opponent. Confusing because…. Well, have you ever watched wrestling? Think about it. You’ve got all these guys in these tiny spandex suits that cling to their bodies and show pretty much EVERYTHING. Then they grab each other all over the place. I have seen so many butt grabs and inner thigh grabs in the past few days that I can’t help feeling slightly uncomfortable for the guys. Their junk is getting grabbed on ESPN. I don’t care WHAT I’m doing, I don’t ever want someone to grab my boob and have it televised. Even an accidental grab. Just sayin’.
Besides wrestling, there’s also been a little thing called March Madness that’s been going on. Perhaps you’ve heard of it? Unfortunately, the Iowa men’s basketball team is not in the tournament. Actually, did you know that Iowa fired Coach Lickliter? Did you know that typing Lickliter makes me giggle? Because it does. But back to the tournament. I filled out a bracket haphazardly a couple of days ago and didn’t pay attention to who I picked for certain games. Now I am really wanting to know who I picked to win in the Northern Iowa vs. Kansas game. I hope Northern Iowa, because they totally just won! I’m pretty sure only Northern Iowa fans must have had them winning that game, because Kansas was the overall Number 1 seed in the ENTIRE tournament. So good job Panthers! I will always root for an Iowa team that’s not named Iowa State.
Sticking to March Madness, I am currently watching the Iowa women’s basketball team. They’re winning by four against Rutgers. I am actually a little ticked off right now, not because of anything Iowa or Rutgers is doing, but because of ESPN2. I am pretty blind, so when they shrink the action screen, it is really hard for me to see what’s going on. About 1/4 the screen is taken up by scores. Well, actually more than 1/4, but i was talking about the vertical strip where they are broadcasting all the scores from other games (including the men’s tournament). Can’t they just show the scores on the bottom only? Along with the scores on the bottom and the scores on the vertical strip, there is also another score board thingy that keeps popping up near the top of the screen. Why? Does ESPN2 think that the only reason I’m watching their channel is to see the scores of other games? Oh, but commercials are given the full screen (minus the bottom score bar that is always there). I am seriously cheesed off.
In other “news” (I say this with quotation marks around it because it’s not really news) not related to sports, the other day I came to the conclusion that I must seem like a freak to a lot of people in my workplace. And when I say workplace, I mainly mean people on my floor that are not in my lab. So those people who see me 5 days a week and have never talked to me, but could probably pick me out of a line up (not a criminal line up, but a crazy line up). Line up or lineup? I am not sure. Wordpress recognizes both as legit (but will not recognize wordpress. Strange, I know).
So anyways, the other day I was walking down the hall with one of the graduate students. We walked past another graduate student from another lab and he said hello to my grad kid (what I like to call the graduate students in my lab). When I was sure that this other graduate student had made it to the bathroom and closed the door, I remarked to my grad kid how cute the other graduate student was – mainly I really liked his hair. (*Important note: in no way must you think that I was scoping out this guy. I am happily married and only pay attention to guys’ hair. Don’t judge me. I just really like good hair.
My grad kid then said she would introduce me next time we saw him. Immediately I made her promise that she would not introduce us, or even tell him my name.
Here is where the crazy comes into the story. I frequently like to skip and spin and twirl down the hallways. I also tend to get cold in the lab, so I am usually dressed in jeans and a blue coat. So almost everyday you could describe my outfit as jeans and that blue coat. Add to this that I’ve inherited my mother’s tendency to make car noises when turning corners, etc. Seriously, I will be walking down the hall, and randomly I will decide it is a good idea to put my hands on an invisible steering wheel and say vroom vroom! Also, I will beep at people when I pass them, and make a backup noise when I walk backwards. I will also make screeching noises when turning corners. I swear – there is something wrong in my brain. I also growl for no reason every now and then.
And then there’s my hair. My bangs are at a weird place right now. They’ve been in this place since probably January. I really need to go get them trimmed, but I’m too lazy to go to a hairdresser. Also, I’m too scared that I will make myself look even more like a huge dork if I try to trim them myself. So to remedy the problem of having my bangs in my face, I will tie them up in a pony tail or try to bobbypin them back. And let me tell you. My bangs will stay out of my face, but they get all pouty and decide that if they can’t hang out with my forehead, they won’t hang out with the rest of my hair either. So they stick out all weird. So unless I do my hair in the morning before I go to work, I have bangs sticking up all weird everywhere. I have to be to work at 9:00 in the morning. I usually get up at 8:00. We usually try to leave no later than 8:40 (because we have a 20 minute commute), and I move incredibly slowly. Ideally I would get up at 6:00 and slowly get ready by 8:30ish. But this rarely happens and often I am drying my hair in the warm air of the car heater.
So you see my predicament now. I dress pretty much the same everyday. And speaking of dressing the same, blue jeans and blue coat – I am pretty much dressed like a blueberry everyday. My bangs look like I selectively stuck them in an outlet. I make beep beep, vroom vroom, screeeeeeeeech noises in the hallway as I skip, spin, twirl and walk down the hallway. And more importantly, in addition to doing all of this in front of the cute graduate student (c.g.s.) from the other lab, I have run into the wall numerous times (in front of c.g.s.), and I have fallen down at least twice (also in front of c.g.s.). There was a third time I fell down in front of him, but I’m not 100% positive that he saw me, so I will err on the side of not being humiliated and say that he didn’t see it. I admit though, I am somewhat impressed with my ability to fall down for pretty much no reason. All the times I have fallen down at work have been because I dropped something, and when I went down to retrieve that thing, my glasses slipped off my face, and I used both my hands to grab them, thereby causing myself to tip forward and not have my hands to catch myself. I really should file for workman’s comp or something. Because they should really have someone following me around or something.
So that’s all from Nashville for right now. I promise that once I take a shower and remember, I’ll take a picture of me with my sonic screwdriver (it’s pretty epic). Also, I’m moving (again)! So that should provide for some entertaining stories. Maybe I will meet my neighbors while moving in, and we will become BFFs and then because one of my neighbors (downstairs) is the American Idol Season Three (or Two…? I think it’s three though – cause Clay Aiken was two…..right??? Yes, I remember because Kelly Clarkson was One, and Clay was after her) runnner up, we will go meet Paula Abdul, and we will all dance around with cartoon cats (the cats cannot be real, because it turns out I am ALLERGIC to real cats).