You may have figured out that here in Howktown, we aren't too concerned with sports. Wait, maybe you didn't figure that out, because you don't live here, but you may have noticed a complete lack of mention of them.
You might not be too surprised to learn that I also support public radio. Crazy, I know. It's not because I'm a communist, either. It's because I'm an American!
Which is also why I love the Olympics!
I knew you were wondering how I could tie public radio with sports.
Here in the Mental State of Hilarity, we beam in public radio from Minnesota Public Radio, and I have to say, it is some quality programing. I particularly like the weekend shows that combine news and comedy. It sure beats reading the newspaper (oh wait, maybe I shouldn't have said that... my sister is a reporter). Plus, it's funded by the people to listen to it! More on that later.
Also, I don't really watch much of the Olympics, but it's a whole lot more than I do of any other sport, and I am actually interested in the results. I want AMERICA to win. I want all of our hard work, high taxes, and blustery politicians to worth the effort and I want the proof to be shown in our sportsmanship, athletic ability, and smiling faces.
Plus, I've always wanted to raise an Olympian... I better get on that.
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Monday, February 22, 2010
Monday, April 20, 2009
Where Am I? What and Who now?
This last week has been a busy one for the Queen of Howktown. First off all, my massage schedule was packed to the gills. It was full enough, in fact, that I felt that I had entered a time warp and lost two whole days by Thursday.
Thursday morning I walk down the stairs with my rubber arms swinging by my side like the Great Ape of the jungle, when came upon my mother and sister. I swear they were speaking in a foreign language. I did not know what the bleep they were talking about, and the words that I could understand, still didn't make any sense. "What?" "Who and the Where now?" I flabbergasted toward them. They just rolled their eyes and continued.
Saturday I slept in until 10 am, something I haven't been able to do in ages, and then I drove up to the cities to see one of my best friends, Andrea. She's from "The Apartment" (whose name rings infamously among certain folks), and I haven't seen her since she's had her first child almost 3 years ago, and she's had second child almost a year ago.
On the way, I tuned to Public Radio. Now, I'd been hearing rumors about this "Splendid Table" show from Czarina Kylie and how I should totally listen to it. It just so happens that as the power button of the radio released, 660 Indian Curries were being described and I was hooked. I also learned how to squeak an artichoke and that avocados used to be called Alligator pears.
I just realized that this post is going to be a mile long if I don't consider the readers and split up the post. Anyway, it's been a jammed packed week,and next week will be the same.
For later:
Avacados and Artichokes!
Yog-awesome!
The APARTMENT!
and something really funny, I'm sure.
Thursday morning I walk down the stairs with my rubber arms swinging by my side like the Great Ape of the jungle, when came upon my mother and sister. I swear they were speaking in a foreign language. I did not know what the bleep they were talking about, and the words that I could understand, still didn't make any sense. "What?" "Who and the Where now?" I flabbergasted toward them. They just rolled their eyes and continued.
Saturday I slept in until 10 am, something I haven't been able to do in ages, and then I drove up to the cities to see one of my best friends, Andrea. She's from "The Apartment" (whose name rings infamously among certain folks), and I haven't seen her since she's had her first child almost 3 years ago, and she's had second child almost a year ago.
On the way, I tuned to Public Radio. Now, I'd been hearing rumors about this "Splendid Table" show from Czarina Kylie and how I should totally listen to it. It just so happens that as the power button of the radio released, 660 Indian Curries were being described and I was hooked. I also learned how to squeak an artichoke and that avocados used to be called Alligator pears.
I just realized that this post is going to be a mile long if I don't consider the readers and split up the post. Anyway, it's been a jammed packed week,and next week will be the same.
For later:
Avacados and Artichokes!
Yog-awesome!
The APARTMENT!
and something really funny, I'm sure.
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