More Random Randomness

Way up north, (North To Alaska.)
Way up north, (North To Alaska.)
North to Alaska,
They're goin' North, the rush is on.
North to Alaska,
They're goin' North, the rush is on.

I just realized, thanks to a lovely photographic reminder from my husband, that we set sail on our Alaskan cruise in six weeks. Six weeks. Wow. Can't believe that this just snuck up on me like that. I'm still getting sand out of, well, everything, from our recent week at the beach. I love having something to look forward to -- and this is a doozy of a something. The thought of spending time in a place that's cool and surrounded by icy glaciers is oh-so-appealing right now, as I sit underneath a ceiling fan with the air conditioner blowing and an outside temperature that never goes much below 80 degrees. Ahhhhhhh. Seattle, Alaska, Vancouver. Can't wait.

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Summer TV Diversions:
*Project Runway (Make it work!)
Oh, how I love me some Tim Gunn.

*The World Series of Pop Culture (I must find a way to get on this show... all that useless knowledge bouncing around in my head would enable me to kick some serious tuchus on this one -- she says modestly...)

*Catching up on past seasons of Deadwood and Entourage -- can't believe these shows haven't been on my radar until now. But they both come highly recommended as things I would dig, so I'm giving them a whirl.

*Rock Star: Supernova -- fantastic guilty pleasure. And not just for my inexplanable fascination with Tommy Lee.

I started out with Last Comic Standing, but lost interest and got a little bored right at the outset. Although I think I want to revisit it, if only to watch a young man named Josh Blue. Josh is a funny, funny guy who happens to have cerebral palsy. And that hits me really close to home. However -- I can't think of a better role model for Will than this fellow -- a man who's not letting his condition slow him down or keep him from pursuing his dreams. Actually, he's a pretty damn good role model for me too.

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Buccaneer Training Camp opens two weeks from tomorrow. Per the countdown clock at GatorZone.com, the University of Florida Gators open their season in 52 days. Football time is almost upon us, people -- can you smell it in the air? Can you tell I'm ready to tee it up and kick it off now? Bring it on.

I have no idea what to expect from my two beloved teams this year. Hope always springs eternal with the Gator Nation around this time. I'm still a bit skeptical about the Bucs, given the roster restructuring of the past few seasons (and yeah, I'm still bitter about the unceremonious dismissal of John Lynch, four years later...), but I've stuck with them for so damn long that I know no other mindset.

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On the agenda for today: mowing the lawn. My husband's forearm afflictions prohibited him from his outdoor duties last weekend. So guess who gets to man that mower... and it's not one of those fancy pants electric ones either. No way. This baby is a twenty-year-old, cast iron, heavy-as-hell, gas powered classic. With a sticky pull cord and an oversized grass catcher. It was actually my dad's, but when he and my mom sold the family house and moved to their condo, we got custody of all his outdoor toys. I've been behind the mower before, last summer and fall, when my husband's ruptured Achilles tendon kept him off his feet for several months. And I understand that watching me mow is all kinds of hilarious. So I try not to broadcast when I'm going to do it, so that I'm spared the drive-bys from friends with a sick sense of humor. Although it's really not bad exercise -- it's an activity with a purpose, and one in which you can see immediate results. So here's hoping that the weather holds and that I can make the lawn look halfway decent without creating any crop circle-like designs.

And please, call first before you drive by. Just so I can make sure I'm in the backyard when you come cruising along...