Some V-Day thoughts

Alright, so I have been asked to share some of my V-Day thoughts on the blog. I must first state my thoughts on relationships in general. It's not that I don't think relationships are a good thing, it's just that I find most people in relationships rather annoying. Not the people individually, but once you put them together, it's like the overwhelming force of mushiness and other gag-worthy emotions that I try and stay far away from. Now, don't get me wrong, there are some couples that I find truly enjoyable and really like to spend time with. Alright, maybe I'm exaggerating a little bit about finding all relationships annoying. Maybe I'm still stuck in the realm of high school relationships where every couple I saw made me want to gag myself with a spoon. Who knows. But I think what gets me the most is the away messages/profiles of those in relationships, or those people that are just plain lame. PEOPLE, AIM IN NOT A PLACE TO HAVE AN INTIMATE CONVERSATION WITH SOMEONE. This idea works in two fold: 1) no mushy "I love you I have the best boy/girlfriend in the world mwuah mwuah kiss kiss what would I do without you" away messages. sick. remember, the rest of us have to read your puke-worthy professions of love, so please, spare the gag-reflex...2) if you're mad at someone, TELL THEM...don't paste an indirect "I hate it when people are mad at you and they won't tell you and then they give you the silent treatment and I can't believe you would hurt me like this blah blah blah..." You get the picture. So please people, leave us something funny or insightful or ANYTHING besides the nonsensical blabber that is typical of away messages. And I apologize if I am offending anyone who participates in this type of activity, but maybe it's time someone told you what's really up with your lame-o away messages.

So I guess I have strayed from my original topic of Valentine's Day. I guess I have no overly negative feelings towards V-Day, although I do usually make gag noises whenever anyone mentions it. I've only officially celebrated two V-Days myself, and both of them were pretty fun. So here's the verdict: if you're in a relationship, go out to dinner, maybe exchange small gifts or something...nothing over-the-top, but thoughtful, and enjoy the evening. But please spare us that are still part of the single club and refrain from telling us every mushy detail from your romantic night out. And if you're single, go out with friends. You can still spend the day with people you love, just not The Love. I think I'm gonna ask Karen to be my valentine. Don't tell her though, it's a surprise.

T-Rex

Keep it real.

way past due

well, i suppose that i should write something because i have been considerably lax on the blog-front lately, well, always. Valentine's day is now, so maybe i will target my arrow somewhere in this field. no cupid pun intended. (Ah, i just got a new keyboard, and the keys arent separated..pushing "a" is like pushing "s" it's pretty ridiculous. but unlike my instant messaging, i will try to edit this. course then it will take me a couple hours). Be that as it may, V-day is all about red. everyone will be wearing red. what is the deal with red? no wonder i hate red. I wrote a long time ago, I think im a jedi...and as the years trot on, my theory has become predictably correct. but i suppose if im not allowed to love anyone, i must also have the force in me, ya? Well let's hope so.cause this quasi-jedi gift isnt appropriate for the 21st century. Please give me all or nothing. Side note...I was at the basketball game today and some guy two rows behind me was spittin out some outrageous stick slurs. Like, if you dont like the guy, fine, you suck, but please DO NOT bring that attitude to vocals at the game ESPECIALLY when he has done nothing wrong. The stick played actually really well today, yet this guy was far past poop worthy. When the stick came in he'd flip his lid, when the stick left the game he'd shout out some sort of rheotorical words of relief to the amusement of his audience. As if. I tell ya, I take that personally. I turned around said "IF YOU WANNA TALK TRASH ABOUT OUR PLAYERS GO SIT WITH THE BADGER FANS." absolutely unacceptable. i stared at him and he looked at everything but me. he heard me. he kept his mouth shut the rest of the game....the badgers, they're red. communists are red. why is red good? clearly it's not. so on V-day i will be sporting the jedi colors, everything but red. Besides the red, i really have no complaints of St Valentine. it's a nice day for people who like to love. and for those who dont, you will. Or you may just be in my boat--a forceless, loveless knight. it's not so bad though, we'll just look after the "sticks" of the world.


Word.

K-Dawg

I got mad skills

You asked for more blog, you got it.

So I've got this new job babysitting for this family three days a week from 3-5:30. There is an 8-year old boy named Vikhrum and a 14-year old girl named Devika. I know what you're thinking, "you're babysitting a 14-year old??" Well, I don't really babysit her. I just pick her up from school and then get caught up on the latest Mindy/Mandy/Dekota gossip, which is exciting for me because my life is so horribly uneventful that I have to live vicariously through a sophomore in high school. That's right, do the math...she's 14 and she's a sophomore. I'm pretty sure she's smarter then me.

Anyway, so today was a pretty nice day outside...high 40s and sunny. Super. So Vikhrum and I decide that we're going to take advantage of this marvelous afternoon and shoot some hoops. Now, if you know me, I know what you're thinking, "Tara?! Play basketball?? Has hell frozen over??" Indeed it has not. But after some practice playing countless hours of knock-out at IV a couple weeks earlier, I was feeling pretty confident with my basketball skills. So after a few warm-up shots and a lesson from Vikhrum on how to shoot properly (now remember, he's 8), we decide to play a little one on one. After a couple minutes of pretty vigorous play, I accidentally (I swear it was an accident) trip V-man, knock him over, and proceed to fall on top of him. Awesome. Luckily, there were no injuries, except for the skin that was torn off the palms of my hands. But I'm tough. So we continue to duke it out, going shot for shot, but then we had to leave to go pick his sister up from school. At this point, the score was 14-15, with Vikhrum in the lead. I knew I was headed for trouble, so I started strategizing during the car ride on how I could show this kid who was boss. I knew that there could be no more Ms. Nice Tara. After finding out that Molly had blown Dekota off AGAIN and Mandy's boyfriend turned out to be gay (I know, no one saw it coming), V and I went back to finish what we had started. This time I went all out. I was blocking his shots, stealing the ball, and rebounding like there was no tomorrow. It was awesome. However, I must give the little guy (and I do mean little, I think he's 4'5") some credit, he made some nice layups and did block one of my shots (I still don't know how that happened). I'll refrain from giving you the play-by-play, but it was definitely one of the most intense 20 minutes of my life. At the end of play, the final score was 50-46, me. That's right, I took that kid to school.

So, what's the moral of the story? That I rule at basketball and I'm the best babysitter. Ever.