A Sunday afternoon, boring and raining…how typical? Although we may think days can be “typical”, when you wake up and start your day, it becomes what you make of it. If you want typical, you’ve got typical. I woke up this morning, in a house, not my own, feeling pretty brutal from the night before. Every rough morning deserves a Timmy Ho’s breakfast, so off I went to Tim’s. Everything bagel, toasted with garlic and herb cream cheese…my usual order. Too typical. “Sesame seed bagel, toasted with cheddar cheese and tomato please.” Perfect. So I eat my bagel in the car on my drive back home. Dangerous, I know…but apparently I couldn’t wait. It was delicious! Not bad for a rainy Sunday morning. I pull into my drive way, finishing off the last bit of bagel and cheese…there was no tomato left. I walk up the stairs, open my door and expect to be greeted by my always over-excited chocolate lab, Guinness. Untypically, he was not there. No one was home. I drag my lifeless self towards the couch and drop myself on to it, situating myself right in front of the TV. The next three hours is a bit of a blur… probably because I was out cold sleeping through the 180 minutes of America’s Best Dance Crew reruns that I actually wanted to watch.
At this point it was one o’clock in the afternoon and after loafing around all morning, I’m in a rush because I slept for three hours. I have lacrosse practice in an hour and having none of my things together. Stick, mouth guard, cleats, pinnie, bag…location…no idea. Those next 15 minutes I spent running up and down the stairs trying to get everything together. Twenty minutes later-a little longer then planned, I get out the door and head to practice. As I’m driving I realize, it is no longer raining. Just my luck, it is scorching hot and I have a two hour practice, with no nets. And for those of you who don’t know what no nets is code for… it is code for run. Run hard, run for two hours, and die. Running our asses off every practice…typical. Much to the teams surprise, it ended up being a lot of fun! We played a lacrosse version of ultimate Frisbee. “Ultimate Lacrosse.” Literally 15 minutes after lacrosse practice was over, the sky turns from beaming rays of heat to angry and grey, promising rain. I drive home, no traffic, no red lights, definitely not typical. Plus, the biggest bonus…no Sunday drivers driving 10 under the speed limit, thank god. I pull up in my driveway next to my mom’s car and realize that I am starving. It is now 4:30pm and I’m craving subway…for a very untypical day that was the one typical thing, I’m a subway freak. Throw my lacrosse bag in the door (literally) and then drive myself to Subway to order the most amazing sub. Sweet Onion Chicken Teriyaki, on whole wheat. Lettuce, cheese, cucumber, green pepper, tons of black olives, jalapenos, mayo and sub sauce. Weird, I know. Unfortunately I couldn’t stuff my face on the drive home like I did earlier that day with Tim Horton’s. Instead I absolutely inhaled it the second I got in the door of my house. I’m not even sure I tasted it, but it smelt delicious! Washed down with coke zero instead of the usual, diet coke. I know, I’m wild.
And to finish off the day just like it started, I’m laying on the couch watching re runs of So You Think You Can Dance Canada with my laptop on my stomach as I struggle to see the screen as I am on my back. My eyelids must weigh 10 pounds, fighting to let me sleep. Waking up on a typical Sunday morning, falling asleep after a not so typical Sunday after all.
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I really enjoyed reading this, because it was very blog-like. Whenever I write a post, I always feel compelled to write some sort of really creative post, but that isn't always needed. So it was interesting reading an actual personal entry.
ReplyDeleteIt was fun to read, I enjoyed your humor too, just added to fun in reading this. It would be great to read future posts like this!