I've seen this "Week in the Life" thing on MySpace a few times now and even though MySpace is pretty much a disaster (but yes, I do have an account), I think it's a pretty cool idea. I was planning on trying it at least once during the off-season and I thought maybe this week might be a good one since it'll be ending with my trip to the draft. That way we can pretend it's on topic for a hockey blog. Here's how it works:
Aim of the Game: For one week, you are to post photographs taken during the day.
1. You must take between 6 and 8 new photographs per day.
2. Your WITL must be consecutive. No skipping days.
3. You must post your photographs at the end of that day, sometime after the last picture is taken.
4. Each photograph must have the time taken beneath and a title, with no other explanation.
I may as well admit up front that it's possible I'll break rule number one. I might occasionally break rule number three. I will certainly break rule number four. Why offer no explanation when I can use a lot of words instead? This might be really boring. It might not be. We'll see.
9:00 a.m. Home inspection. We have termites, a leaning foundation, and a roof that's near collapse. (Just kidding. The inspector said everything looked pretty good.)
11:37 a.m. Off to the Allentown Art Festival.
11:53 a.m. Heather makes the first purchase of the day. Fresh cut potato chips. Yummy. They cost six bucks but at least they gave me enough to serve a small country.
12:18 p.m. Mark decides to tackle what we've always felt must be the most disgusting foodstuff anyone has ever created: the fried Oreo. (What do you mean there's art at this festival?) I think the trepidation Mark is feeling is clear.
12:21 p.m. Yeah, that looks pretty gross.
12:25 p.m. The surprise verdict: Thumbs up!
12:28 p.m. Too bad their grammar isn't so good.
2:37 p.m. More food! Lunch at Fat Bob's. If there's one thing a southern girl knows, it's pulled pork sandwiches and this is the real deal. And the mashed potatoes are perfection - lumpy and chock-full of skin, just the way I like 'em. You can keep your Chef's and your La Nova. For me Buffalo cuisine is Fat Bob's, Hoagie Brothers (but not the one at Main Place Mall), Ted's, and the Swannie House.
4:25 p.m. Walking around the city all morning and afternoon? Not so good for the ankle. By the time we got home I was extremely hobbled and my ankle was swollen on both sides. Time to break out the ice pack.
5:15 p.m. Nap time. (Yes, that is a Star Wars pillowcase. Yes, I am thirty-years-old.)
8:54 p.m. I really pushed myself too hard because even after a good long icing and a nap my ankle was throbbing and I still couldn't put much weight on it. Time to break out the big guns: ice cream. (Wow, we really ate a lot today. I promise we did actually buy a couple of non-foodstuffs.)
9:40 p.m. The night ends with a little baseball. The Astros are one of the teams I root for - I love Lance Berkman (pictured above) and Roy Oswalt - so I was pretty excited they were on TV this weekend. Sadly, the dirty rotten Yankees triumphed. Boo! Hiss!