Haha, looking back over yesterday's post made me giggle; it was pretty apparent how badly I wanted to get off my computer and into the sun. I don't think I have ever written a more hurried and nonsensical blog entry, good mood or no. But look!
The weather was beautiful, the lake was calm, and the tubing was great. My dad drove the boat around Lake Sammamish while Justin, Eia, my brother and I took turns out on the tube. There are few summer activities I like doing more than going tubing, but I always forget about how sore it makes you the next day. I've been doing errands all morning, which hardly makes anyone break a sweat usually, but my legs are creaky, my shoulders ache, and my back is sore in places I don't think I've ever been sore before.
Last night when we were driving home from the lake, my brother put down the little sun visor and started trying to read the airbag instructions to us in another language (you know, how there is usually a second language printed on instructions after the English). After a minute, he goes, "Wow. I used to be able to read Spanish words perfectly after taking it in school. I really have forgotten everything already."
Eia stifled her giggles before saying, "Nick, that's French."
Justin has been watching the Brett Favre press conference all morning, so despite my complete lack of interest, I find myself pretty up to speed on his continued on-again-off-again retirement news. Being the daughter of a Seahawks Season Ticket holder (otherwise known as the father who will forever be disappointed I failed to inherit his love of pigskin) I decided it would be funny to send him a text message about it pretending I actually care.
"I can't believe Brett Favre is back again!" I sent to him earlier today.
He wasn't fooled. He immediately sent me back, "Are you OK?"
My father knows me too well. Of course he's assume I'm hallucinating or sick before he'd believe I know anything about football. He did, though, tell me to try it on my uncle (who also has season tickets, right next to his).
So I tried again, on my dear uncle Dale. "Can you believe Brett Favre? Make up your mind already, sheesh!"
Dale writes back nearly as quickly, "Ya, WTF. I agree!!"
Then a few minutes later I get another one from him. "Wait. Is this Tina? Have you turned over a new leaf?"
I can't trick anybody around here!
Monday night was the Season 6 premiere of Weeds. Eia and I have both been so excited for the show to start up again; we started watching the series together while we were in Italy last summer, because I had the first season saved on my laptop. Then we both barreled through the entire five seasons that were already out, now eagerly anticipating new episodes.
The premiere was really weird. Half hour episodes feel so short now for a drama, after watching so much Buffy this month. I mean, I hadn't forgotten that Weeds is a really strange show the way it is, but it's going to take some getting used to, watching it week by week. I think while I was catching up I never watched less than 3 episodes at a time.
Anyway I don't want to give any spoilers in my post, but you should tell me in the comments what you thought of the premiere if you're a Weeds fan. If you're NOT a Weeds fan, then... um... tell me what your favorite Nickelodeon Game Show was. I read this awesome article today and it made me so nostalgic.
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