I'm a slacker

Man, I am so far behind.  I feel like so many things have or might have happened, and I’ve got such a back log – mental constipation, if you will.  It certainly wasn’t my intention to leave TFAB this neglected for this long, but … well, honestly I don’t have any good excuses.  But here are some anyways:

A. My dog ate my homework.

B. I forgot how to read.

C. I’m lost in translation.

D. I was a dummy and thought if I waited long enough, Ruthie might actually dust this thing off.

E. I’ve been too busy.

F. I’ve been too busy at work which is when I have written several previous posts, and haven’t made the time to write anything while at home. 

For what it’s worth, I’m months behind in uploading my photos to FB, too.  Unfortunately, those don’t require as many words or digging through my memories to see what I thought about as it happened “Hey, I should write about that.” 

So, in attempt to force myself to get some things down on paper, I’m making myself a list.  [Apparently I’m on a list kick.  I’ve made myself a few at work, and I even gave Ruthie a honey-do list on Monday – much to her dismay, I’m sure.]

1. Update this blog again soon.

2. Update this blog again soon about one of the following things:

α. The mental list I’ve been attempting to build of Australian lingo and vocabulary.

β. Recap adventures with SueSue.  The trip to the Whitsundays might need it’s own post.

γ. Ramble on about the weather again [it truly is a country in which you can talk about the weather].

δ. It’s official: I’m an international goal scorer.  Although it seems that the days I score a goal we lose by quite a bit. 

ε. Despite my best efforts I’ve been informed I’m a bicyclist. 

ζ. More derby. 

3. Don’t let this blog wither and die [like our poor dried up aloe plant].

-EP

Old things in a new place part 1/2

SueSue is here, and I’m sure there are things I should write about while/after she visits.  So before I create further mental backlog, I need to get some things written down.

Shortly after I got here, I learned about on-site volleyball.  With the onset of summer [and it’s supposed warmer weather], there are several teams [enough to make an A and a B league] and roughly once a week, I was heading out to the volleyball court [sand bit in the back corner of the installation] to have a “hit and giggle” as it has been described by our last-place team.  This has been fine and fun, but then I learned that a coworker was playing soccer once a week with another group of people around here.  I didn’t want to seem too desperate, and I had promised to play volleyball, so I stuck with it for 2011.  But when 2012 came around, it was time to get the soccer team together again, and I got the invite to join up.  So I threw the volleyball team over for my true love.  Since then, we’ve actually played two games and forfeit one due to lack of numbers.  Games are seven v seven, and we’ve only been able to bring four to the two games we’ve actually played [we picked up a few players that were loitering for those two we played]. 

Anyways, anticipating this return to the pitch, on my birthday, I went out and bought new soccer shoes.  Specifically, I bought turf shoes.  In neon yellow and purple.  Adidas [naturally].  They’re fantastic.  I’ve been joking with the folks around here that they’re my best attempt to harness the 16-year-old soccer player inside and my only source of skill. 

Shockingly enough we actually won our first game [and against last year’s champs!].  And I have to say, I was pretty pleased with how I played.  Definitely rough around the edges, but it felt great just to get out there, run around, and play some soccer.  It makes me wish I had been playing more over the past decade.  Our second game was a blowout against us of something like 1-10, but I scored our only goal, and the first of the game.  Additionally, I have been receiving quite a few compliments on my play.  Granted, we’re not really an exceptional team, and I’ve heard rumour that there are a few players scattered across this “league” that are exceptionally skilled.  But I have to admit, it does a boy’s ego well to hear these things.  Not to mention, I scored my fourth-ever goal.  Woo!

So that’s one old thing in a new place.  The next thing is pottery.

-EP