Here’s a neat little trivia question: Where does the term “the whole nine yards” come from?
Tip – it’s not football… And please don’t bother trying to cheat with Google. It won’t help because most of the sites that pop up claim it’s a mystery. It’s not. There is an answer.
We have a winner… Below the fold (more…)
I wrote a post on Saturday in which I explained that I refused to get sick. This has worked for me in the past but let’s face it; If the rest of the family is sick and you’re worried about getting it, going for a 12 mile run in temperatures below freezing is probably not the wisest thing to do. In my case it wasn’t too bright. I wasn’t feeling too hot by Saturday evening. I woke up Sunday feeling pretty gnarly but I had a big day on the docket. I had my flooring in the kitchen and laundry room scheduled to be done. I woke up early but wound up falling back asleep after my second cup of coffee. I slept until just before my carpenter showed up at 10, got ready and we hit it running.
We had about 220 sf of floors to do but it was a tricky install… Lot’s of cuts and tough corners to get into the laundry room. We wrapped up just after 5 so I wolfed down my dinner and ran out the door for bowling (surprisingly, I did quite well in the first two games before bonking quite spectacularly in the third – I just ran out of gas). By the time I got home at 9 I was absolutely fried. I crashed watching the last of the Red Wings game. Then yesterday I had another big day – a big project to work on that’s due today at noon, so there was no phoning it in even though I felt pretty rough. I woke up at about 4 am, had my two cups of coffee and headed out the door. By 11 I was through the tough part of the project so I took a pretty easy recovery spin and was feeling quite a bit better.
When I got home everything caught up. I was out like a light by 5 and slept until dinner (though lightly, I had a few business calls to handle during my nap) at 6:30. I woke up sore. After eating I was back on the couch watching Jackass until sleep took me (I know, I know, but as depraved as that show may be, I can’t help but laughing my butt off). In one of the episodes Johnny Knoxville went to yoga class with an exceptionally bad case of… uh, flatulence. I hate to admit it but I’m a little Old School – nothing beats a good fart joke and I haven’t laughed like that in a while.
I woke up this morning, still a little sore but otherwise feeling like a hundred dollars. I like those times when I can just be sick and miserable but every once in a while but in this case it was nice to push through it. Thank goodness for a healthy immune system.