Fantasy basketball, yay or nay?

Yesterday I got to see the timberwolves win an exhibition game at home against the bulls. It's around this time of basketball preseason when I start to get super excited about basketball... and fantasy basketball.  My first year with fantasy basketball was really fun and exciting, until the playoffs when I sort of dropped off the radar because I was working and studying and just forgot to set my lineup.

Last year, I got really excited about fantasy basketball (FBB) and I got Nick really excited too, so we joined a league together, talked smack while drafting our teams, and then promptly forgot about the whole thing and just got excited about watching Ricky Rubio instead.

So this year, I'm skeptical about the whole thing.  I really want to participate in FBB but instead, I find myself wondering if I have time.  I love the amount of work I have right now; do I really want the added pressure of setting a team each day/week?  It's up in the air.

Giada's Thai Boo Boo

I look up from my notes.  "Nick, how would you describe our Friday night in three words?"

Nick pauses his level in Super Mario 64 to consider this. "Giada's Thai Boo Boo"

I type the title, swivel in my swivel chair, and giggle.  "I think Boo Boo is two words..."

Nick gives me a sheepish, half-cocky shrug.  "That's what I'm picking... I don't like rules"

To be in our twenties and be spending Friday nights the way that we spend Friday nights is a little odd.  Yet I find myself marveling in the action-packed, diversely engrossing "hanging out" we find ourselves engaged in every night.

First, I put together some spicy Thai noodles.  I chopped up some peanuts, some green onions, and some cilantro.  I shredded some carrots and made a red chilli, peanut oil, honey, and soy sauce concoction, and tossed it all together (leave out the cilantro next time, totally over-powering).  Obviously delicious.  Gotta start our night out right.

We ate our clearly aphrodisiac food while watching the least sexy show on tv: Here Comes Honey Boo Boo.  We also continued to eat after seeing the forklift foot.  It was slightly traumatizing.  We laughed with Sugar Bear and the wig shop named "Shhh... it's a wig" (just say it quickly and you can laugh too).

After we exhausted the HCHBB episodes OnDemand, Nick begged and begged me to watch an episode of Giada At Home.  Yes.  Nick begged me to watch it.  I am totally down for any cooking show, any time, anywhere, any cook.

But Nick and I do not just watch tv with a large-headed, narrow-shouldered, size -4 Italian chef.  We play drinking games.  We drank any time she said something exaggeratedly Italian ("amaretto" was her constant Italian word this episode).  We drank any time she transitioned with the word "now".  We drank any time there was an artsy transition that seemed entirely unnecessary ("Camera 1B, zoom in on those red poppies.... aaaand we're out, great job Giada").  These rules were enough to get us sufficiently buzzed.  And, I got this sweet recipe.

Nick went to sleep shortly after that but I stayed up and read Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets on my Kindle.  My thoughts on this book can be found here.  What?  It's a new thing I'm trying.

Yep, I managed to bring up the subject of ducks again

Quotes from today:

• "You're really good at naming ducks"
• "I like learning about history when I don't have to remember it"
• "We knock you out, you call a friend you trust, everyone goes home a hero"

Information gained today:

1. Insurance companies are super confusing and IMHO excessively complicated.
2. Surveys can take longer than an hour.
3. It's Chevy Truck Month.
4. The last level on Kingdom Rush on the iPad is super tough because that mockingly obnoxious boss turns into a fully healed monster at the end when you think you've killed him BUT NO he makes you lose and you wasted an hour of your day.

I received some beautiful and eccentric flowers today from my boyfriend's mom as a congratulations for getting into my January 2013 cohort.  I feel all special inside.  Of course I don't feel bad at all for playing a game instead of working on my schoolwork... oh wait....

I think the vase is super cool.

Duck, duck, goose. No, just duck.

You know what's sad?  All of my pictures from previous posts are gone.  I wonder if this is a result of my recent purge of all personal information from the internet.  It's crazy how much information is out there about me.  As a future teacher, I feel this odd necessity to be a ghost on the internet.  I keep trying to shut down my facebook but for some reason I keep finding myself logging in again and again.  Addicting.

I'm going to try to restore them but... gee.  That sounds really time consuming.  I had started a couple other blogs since my last post but I find myself drawn back to this one.  The blog name is too much fun!!

So, as promised by the title, here is a picture I took of a duck in San Antonio.  Her name is Dolly.   Unless it's a boy.  And then he is going to have gender identification issues later in life.