• commentators say “wade trophy winner” or “all-american” or “best player in the country” in reference to Maya Moore
• commentators have an orgasm over how awesome Maya Moore is
• they talk about UConn wanting to win the game for Montgomery
• they talk about Tina Charles’s potential to be the best center in the world or how Geno treats her
• they talk about Angel McCoughtry’s struggle for long range shots during the tournament
• they talk about Byrd’s inexperience as a point guard
• they talk about Walz’s accomplishments in his short time at Louisville
• a player explodes into some sort of full-bodied adrenaline-inspired fist-pump equivalent celebration
• they show past UConn stats or reference the team’s current undefeatedness
• someone says “deuce”
• they talk about a Louisville player who is not McCoughtry, Bingham, or Burke
• when they advertise Rebecca Lobo’s twitter account

(watch out, just the 2 Maya Moore categories themselves will have you plastered before the half.)

• The Little Red Haired Girl’s mom was here for 6 days. She helped us clean both this place and the old one, figure out where some furniture and pictures would go, unpack a lot of things, do some work in the yard, and buy some things from many different places. She also bought us meals the whole time she was here. It was amazing to have her here, and I’m pretty sure we’d still be swimming in boxes if she hadn’t been here. That said, I was happy last night to finally have the house to ourselves. To be in OUR place, making OUR dinner, setting OUR table, doing OUR dishes. You get the drift. It feels amazing.
• Even though The Little Red Haired Girl took the week off, there has been an emergency situation at the museum and she just went to work. I don’t know how long she’ll be there, but our fabulous plan to grill trout and summer squash in OUR backyard will have to wait another night.
• We bought a new sink, and are getting rid of the stupid double basin thing currently disgracing our kitchen. I know some people prefer them, but I think they are a waste of space. How am I supposed to soak a pan? Or hang a collander off the faucet? Or wash a large platter? Our new sink will be big enough to bathe a toddler in.
• Along the same lines, we bought a garbage disposal. How do people live without one? Now we just need someone to install these things for us.
• We took the afternoon off yesterday to hit Music City Brewer’s Festival. The weather was perfect, the beer was good, and we even ran into some folks we knew. We left after 3 hours, when it was getting really crowded and the crowds were getting really wobbly.
• The dog next door is a barker. We call him Cujo. He is probably actually a she. She spends all day in the backyard, barking at anyone in her line of sight. Which ends up only being us, since all the other neighbors adjacent to that yard have put up privacy fencing. Our neighbor has already expressed her belief that “That’s what dogs do” to us, so we will be in the market for some privacy fencing of our own soon. I feel sad for Cujo, though.
• Our neighbors on the other side are super nice, and I hope to get to know them better.
• We went to Bellevue today to look at furniture at Finders Keepers in the Bellevue Center Mall. That place (the mall, I mean) is so bizarre and depressing. Half the store fronts are deserted, and the place just seems gloomy and deserted. Weird.
• Our new front-loading washing machine is wicked confusing. There are all kinds of buttons, knobs, and dials that need to be adjusted and fiddled with. I have no idea how full I’m allowed to stuff it or how much detergent to use. The manual is even more confusing. And you know I’ve read it.
• I’m going to piddle around and try and be useful for a little while now.

At any rate, we had some Nantucket Lemonade as well as some beer, along with delicious snacks, including these little sweet and spicy peppers stuffed with parm. Yum! This morning I was hurting a little, and fried up eggrolls for breakfast. I think I’d prefer lunch and dinner foods for breakfast over eggs or cereal any day. Where do these conventions come from that determine what a breakfast food is versus some other meal? Is it health or nutrition related?

• Beachaven Winery in Clarksville has Jazz on the Lawn, where there is free music (and parking) from 6:30-9:30 pm on select Saturdays throughout the summer. All they ask is that you buy a bottle of wine to enjoy during the show. Check out their schedule.
• Keg Springs Winery in Hampshire has Sunday brunches, cooking classes, and dinners. Check out their schedule.

Those are the two fun things I found. There may be more. If you know about any of these things, let me know about them, and if you know about similar events, definitely tell me about that too!

Anyway, I’m excited for that case to get delivered but I hope it comes soon, because I am getting nothing done while I’m at home.

Some drinking cues for today’s game, which we are personalizing from a site we found (link below):

• Both: We hear the theme song
• fap: A Nazi dies
• LE: Map/route appears
• fap: Someone’s knocked off a moving vehicle
• LE: Someone jumps on a moving vehicle
• Both: We hear a new accent
• Both: A woman yells at Indy
• Both: Someone onscreen drinks
• fap: Indy almost gets impaled, crushed, chopped up
• LE: A bad guy gets impaled
• fap: Indy hangs from a rope
• LE: Indy gets shot at
• Both: Laws of physics don’t apply
• fap: Indy loses his hat
• LE: Indy defeats a booby trap
• fap: Something is on fire
• LE: A skeleton is on screen
• Both: Yankees cap
• LE: Bad guys is shot in forehead
• fap: Old man gives Indy advice
• Both: Indy uses his whip

Indiana Jones Drinking Game