Sundays will be the day that I am to be confined to by apartment for all twenty-four hours. Today wasn't so bad. Rachael was here to keep things fun, and over the weekend we watched
Crazy Stupid Love and
Friends with Benefits. I thought both of them were good movies, but the latter was definitely my favorite of the two.
This afternoon we watched the last ten minutes of the replay of the Arsenal v. Man United match from Saturday, watched the movie, then ordered a pizza as Baltimore and New England began the AFC Championship game. Rachael then had to leave, leaving me to an empty apartment that I have long wanted to give a cleaning overhaul. So as I watch San Francisco and New York in the NFC title game, I have been going through the rounds: vacuuming, picking-up by hand what the vacuum missed, zip-tying loose cables and cords, dusting, moping the kitchen, trying to fix the dish-washer door, and wiping down/organizing all surfaces. All in all, it's been a very full-day.
Earlier today, I discovered Joe Paterno had passed away. Such a tragic way to pass on. The media, head-hunters, quick judger's, and over-sensitive Americans who love to open their mouth to speak out on behalf of their beliefs in an extreme fashion without having anything invested in the Penn State scandal, should feel ashamed of themselves. You stole the man's heart. He had dedicated his entire life to disciplining young people and teaching them the right path. It hurt him so much to see the hurt and pain of these victims, it hurt him personally that it had transpired right under his nose, and you all just had to have somebody in authority to point your finger at. If you we're one of those individuals, you disgust me. Those of you that are quick to judge are no better than the very same people that you protest. Practice what you preach.
This 49er's/Giants game is actually rather entertaining.
Yesterday, Ms. Vaughn from the Action office in KC contacted me at 10:30 at night to inform me that she could not locate me on her system. She accused me of never plugging in the equipment, yet I was sitting on the couch looking at it while I spoke with her. I told her that it had been plugged-in from the very moment I got home early Thursday morning. She again told me that I had not plugged it in and that I needed to do so immediately. Okay lady. Again, I tell her that I am staring at it and it has the "phone, check-mark, and three bars" illuminated on the display. She asks me if it is near a "computer" or near the kitchen. A computer? That is a little vague for this day and age, dontcha think? She had told me in her office that laptops would not affect it, and she did not mention gaming systems, wireless routers, cable boxes, etc. So I set the transmitter up in the corner of the living room on one of my stools, just three or four feet away from Mike's Xbox and router. I ask her if this is okay and Ms. Vaughn replies, "It can't be near no computer." Hmmm. Now it's getting clearer. She means it can't be near any modern technology. Ohhh, why didn't you say so Ms. Vaughn. So I move it to the hallway, and she tells me she will call me in the morning (today). I never received a call or voicemail. No news is good news, right? I hope.
14-10 right now, Niner's with the lead. However the NYG are knocking on the door after that turnover on the punt. This might come down to the wire, and now deserves my undivided attention. Hope you are enjoying life, wherever you are.
