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Monday, November 30, 2009

The End

I can't believe I did it, ya'll. I never finish anything!

Well, I won't fool myself into thinking I can keep this up. The only really interesting things that happen to me on a regular basis are of an adult nature shall we say and I really shouldn't tell you about it. And my daughter might read it and be traumatized for life. Or my boss. Ew. Now I grossed myself out a little.

Anyway, I am going to try to be a little more consistent. And try to learn a few more tricks. Strike through is awesome!

Here's to a productive December!

Sunday, November 29, 2009

Almost the End

One more post after this and I'm done!

I can't believe it. I am not the best follow-thru-er. And this was hard (that's what she said).

Obviously I'm out of material. I'm very tired and Mike Rowe is making bologna. I don't want to miss it.

Saturday, November 28, 2009

Saturday

OK, I'm cheating. I know there is no way I will be able to post tomorrow so I'm writing it now.

I'm using the Chewbaca Defense:

Friday, November 27, 2009

Black Friday

Well, the shopping day has come and gone. I started out with nothing bought and I finish with everything done. Well, I need to make a donation to the local food pantry, and then I'll be done! I only stepped foot in 3 stores today...did all the rest online. Technology is awesome.

So are snuggies. I bought 3 more today.

Thursday, November 26, 2009

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

One More Day

Okay, who's idea was it to have a "little party" at work today?

Mine?

Huh.

Seemed like a good idea at the time. But as soon as the words were out of my mouth...oops.

My 3 male coworkers pounced. Great idea! What are you bringing? Here's some money!

Chili was the easiest thing I could think of. I knew I had most of the ingredients in the pantry. I just needed to run to the store and get some disposable bowls and spoons (check). Some cayenne pepper (check). Some shredded cheese (check). Some crackers (frick). Some chili beans (shit).

I did get a jiffy cornbread mix and some peanut butter chips and chocolate frosting to make that old Pampered Chef delicacy Are You Sure That's Fudge?

At least I do have a couple of cans of beans in the pantry...just thought I would need more.

Oh, well, I didn't think we needed more. The man who is actually going to cook my chili in the morning thought we needed more.

He's a keeper.

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

tuesday

too tired for capitalization

or punctuation evidently

2 more days

Monday, November 23, 2009

Monday

I got a coupon for $5 of a $25 purchase at walgreen's...

...so SOMEBODY is getting a snuggie for Christmas!

Sunday, November 22, 2009

Sunday

Just finished the first of five 12 hour shifts in a row. Posts will suffer, I'm afraid.

So, here's a recipe! Stuffed Mushrooms with Cream Cheese and Sausage:

Ingredients

Directions

  1. Preheat oven to 350 Fahrenheit.
  2. Separate caps and stems while cleaning the mushrooms.
  3. If cleaning with water, let them drain for a bit.
  4. Start cooking the sausage in frying pan, at a medium to medium/high temperature.
  5. While the sausage is cooking, put the cream cheese into a mixing bowl so it can soften and mince the stem pieces.
  6. Spice the sausage to taste. Garlic is a good addition.
  7. Just before the sausage is done, add the stem pieces and finish cooking.
  8. Drain off the excess grease and add the sausage/stem mixture into the cream cheese.
  9. Mix together well using a wooden spoon or your hands. Be careful, as it will be rather hot.
  10. Set the caps into a 13x9 pan (or larger) with sides.
  11. Optional! Melt enough butter to just put a little in the bottom of each cap or just brush some over the top of each after they're filled. You can put any extra butter in the bottom of the pan.
  12. Fill the caps with the cream cheese/sausage/stem mix.
  13. Add a small amount of water to the bottom of the pan, just enough to cover the bottom.
  14. Bake for 30 to 45 minutes, or until the tops are crusty and the mushrooms have turned dark.
  15. Scoop them out of the pan with a slotted spoon and arrange them on a plate.
  16. Serve warm. They reheat well, so you can make them ahead of time.
  17. *VARIATION 1: Add dried bread crumbs to the mix to make a larger batch without adding more cream cheese or sausage. Onions are also another popular addition.
  18. *VARIATION 2: Use one 8oz. box of cream cheese to two 8oz. pkgs of sausage. It makes for a larger batch that is less rich and tastes just as good.
  19. *FUN HINTS: The cream cheese mix is also very good on bread or crackers! This comes in handy if you you think there might be someone who doesn't like mushrooms - save some of the mix to the side for them to dip with.
Sorry about the weird format. I copied it from my cookbook at recipezaar; that's how they do it.

Saturday, November 21, 2009

Saturday

In honor of the UT-Vandy game today:



My kids knew the words much better than these at the same age, but at least they are teaching them right.

Friday, November 20, 2009

Friday

I'm tired, ya'll.

New Moon was totally worth it, though.

The place was packed. Emily was a little concerned about having to sit next to someone who thought they were a vampire. If only.

We had to sit next to the drunk girls. They ogled and hollered and yelled out major plot points at inappropriate times. It wasn't a big deal to me, but Emily hasn't read the books and she didn't know what was going to happen (she was probably about the only one there who hadn't read it). The worst part was that they smelled like paint thinner and had to pee a lot. It was 2 in the morning and I was all hunkered down in my seat--in the second row--and I couldn't move my legs fast enough when the pee train pulled out of the station. Yes, as soon as one had to pee, at least two more jumped up to go with.

They were showing the movie in three theaters and the cops were out directing traffic at 3 am. That's the most excitement this town has seen since I don't know when.

Oh, guess I'm supposed to write about Joe's Crab Shack now. It was good, but pricey. Portion size was small. The crab cakes on my sliders were half dollar size. The beers were little, too. At least I can say I've been there now. Although I love crab legs et al. I don't like to work that hard for my food.

Now I need to find a good video for my Saturday puff post!

Thursday, November 19, 2009

TwoFer

It will be a miracle if I get this posted--BFF is an apple girl and this computer has a mind of it's own...

So, two posts in one day. Have you ever heard of such a thing?

I am recovering from the festivities. Perhaps when I can get home I will be able to get the crappy pics off my blackberry. Here's a few observations:

I was correct in guessing the average age of last night's concert goer would be 57. This of course meant that the bathrooms would not be overrun with puking teenagers (Hello, Jimmy Buffett!).

There were, however, quite a few young people there...kids with their parents or quite possibly grandparents. That was nice. One young lady (about 13 or 14, judging by the orthodontia) got to get up on stage and sing with Bruce.

I wanted to cry every time I saw all those people down on the floor get to lay their hands on him. I was happy just to get to be in the same building as him, but they got to paw all over him. Repeatedly. He even crowd-surfed on Hungry Hearts. And sang while he was doing it. I would have probably passed out if I got to grope his hiney.

We had awesome seats. They should be awesome at $100 a pop. The four people to my left must have money to burn. They sat down the entire time; at one point the woman next to me actually laid her head on her man's shoulder and took a little nap. I wanted to slap her.

I spent $25 on 2 bottles of wine that I didn't even open. I can't wait to get out of this city. It's sucking the money right out of my wallet. Oh, and can you believe they didn't have any Arbor Mist? Didn't sell good enough, evidently. Too lowbrow. Sure, so I have to spend $11.99 on orange infused wine with an orange and white UT checkerboard pattern on the label. In a little bottle, ya'll.

I had better go get ready for my lunch date...I'm going to see an old friend that I haven't seen for almost 19 years! The last time I saw her was probably Emily's baby shower. Then I'm on the way home. Tomorrow we'll discuss how over-priced Joe's Crab Shack is.

Thursday

This is totally cheating, ya'll, but I'm afraid I'm gonna forget to post tomorrow; I'm gonna write it now and schedule it for tomorrow.

The concert was awesome (I can assume this is the case).

My new bra itched really bad (I know this is true).

My green contact lenses stuck to my eyeballs (again, I know this is true).

Bruce proposed to me but I had to turn him down (could happen).

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

It's Finally Wednesday

Posting might be tricky Thursday. It may not be on my mind when I get home.

After I have a fabulous time in Nashville tonight spurning the advances of The Boss, then recovering my composure Thursday on the ride home, I am supposed to go see New Moon with Emily at midnight...yay!

I didn't exactly love Twilight the movie but I did love the books. I've read them all twice. My ever supportive family looks at me like I have 2 heads when I sit right back down and re-read a book I just finished...but sometimes I just have to. I sometimes get caught up in the story and read it so fast trying to get to the next plot point that I just don't retain it.

Sometimes a story is so good that I just want to read it again. I re-read each Harry Potter book before the next one came out. Yes, I re-read all 6 of them before the last one was released. I re-read all 5 before the 6th one came out. I don't know, you do the math...that's a lot of Harry Potter. I want to re-read the last one before the movie comes out, too, but I don't think I will have time. Since they are splitting the movie into 2 parts I can definitely get it done before the second part. And I have only read that particular installment twice. The night it came out I read for about 18 hours straight, slept for about 3 hours, then got up and finished it. Um, I was working that weekend, too. That's why it took me so long. Then I turned around and read it again at a more leisurely pace.

Every now and again I have to re-read Pride and Prejudice. I've probably read that old chestnut 20 times. That was my go-to book in high school. I am sure I wrote an essay on it all four years...and I'm not nearly as obsessed with it as some people!

Yeah, I'm a little weird, I know it, but it keeps me off the streets and out of trouble (mostly).

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Tuesday

Tomorrow I marry, meet, see Bruce Springsteen!

Monday, November 16, 2009

Monday

See, technically it is Monday. Thought I'd go ahead and get this out of the way before I go to bed.

Three days until the Bruce Springsteen concert! I am so excited I could spit. I'm driving down to Nashville Wednesday, BFF and I are eating at Joe's Crab Shack and then we are walking to the arena.

I know. Me. Walking.

I'll do anything for Bruce.

While I'm there we are getting together with another old friend and recreating a photo that was taken in 1990. That should be interesting. It will be awesome to see Sara, though.

And no, you can't see, so don't even ask!

Sunday, November 15, 2009

Sunday

Posting on the weekend is hard, ya'll!

I got home around midnight, made Emily and I grilled cheese sandwiches, watched King of the Hill, took a shower and got in bed around 1 am.

Got up at 8:30, took another shower (you can never be too clean), started a load of laundry, and now here I am, composing this awesome post.

During the first week of NaBlo Fussy just wrote "POST!"; that was pretty tempting for this morning. I guess it's alright for her to do that, ya know, since she invented NaBlo, but I may need to pull that little trick out later this month.

Okay, it's 9:04 and I better get a move on if I want a Hardee's biscuit this morning. When don't I want a Hardee's biscuit?

Saturday, November 14, 2009

Saturday

I'm off to 12 hours of work...yay.

Think of me when you are singing this song later today:


You're welcome.

KRAUT!

Friday, November 13, 2009

Nothing

I got nothing today.

All I could think of was the fact that Jesse Hubbard is alive and well on All My Children.

Ok, I doubt he is well. It is a soap opera, after all. A soap opera that I stopped watching at least 5 years ago. But 25 years ago I watched it faithfully. I happened to be on vacation in Gulf Shores, Alabama (this was before I hated oceans and still tolerated Alabama) the week that Jesse died. It took him all week, ya'll, and I cried like a baby. Then I got a ticket to go to the Firecracker 400 in Daytona and I was alright.

So what's the point? Um. Let me think. Stay away from the ocean. Alabama sucks. NASCAR is no longer stock car racing. And I wonder how Jesse came back to life?!

Thursday, November 12, 2009

=(

Today's post was supposed to be all about our new dog.

But we don't have a new dog.

My husband started sending me pictures yesterday around 11 am of a dog named Emmie. She looks very similar to our dog, Chance. I asked him if it was a new girlfriend for Chance? I'll call you later was all he said.

It turns out that Emmie has moved in with a family of Mr. Man's coworker because her owners don't feed or water her or provide her with any shelter. She is only about 4 months old. The family she has been living with already have 3 dogs of their own and don't really need another one.

Our dog is lonely. We installed a pet fence last year and although he has about 3 acres to run around in, he misses visiting everyone within a mile of our house. So, Mr. Man thought perhaps Emmie would make a nice companion for him. She is young enough that she should be easy to train on the fence.

I thought it was a great idea. My daughter's only concern was the name. Emmie is a little to close to Emily. Since Chance's full name is Sheriff John T. Chance (John Wayne's character in Rio Bravo) it only made sense that Emmie get a new John Wayne name, too. Katie Elder came to me first, but I went ahead and looked up the female leads from Rio Bravo (Feathers!) and Rooster Cogburn (Eula!). Katie Elder it would be. Mr. Man was very pleased.

Then the bad news came. Emmie's original owner saw Emmie's current owner snapping pictures of her on the cellphone and got a pretty good idea of what was about to happen. He went and got her and chained her back up in his yard.

Now we are torn. We got excited about the prospect of her, but we don't want to steal anybody's dog. We would probably being saving her, in some manner, but she isn't really ours to save.

I'm really disappointed and I don't know why. I don't even like dogs.

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Happy Veteran's Day

I used to work with a guy that was pretty much the complete opposite of a joy to work with. He was very negative and would never help anyone else. The most annoying thing was that he listened to Rush Limbaugh every afternoon.

No one can get me fired up quite like RL. It was pure torture for me to have to work with this guy. He was ecstatic when he found out I was a Democrat (the only one out of about 15 of us). When I worked afternoons with him he would have a whole laundry list of things he wanted to harass me about. It got to the point that I would start to tell him the most ludicrous things just to get him to leave me alone. I once told him that since I was a Democrat, I thought every woman should have an abortion. Whether she needed one or not. He never broached that subject again.

My coping mechanism became passivity. I just refused to engage him...he would eventually give up. The only subject I couldn't ignore was patriotism. It is a common misconception among conservatives that more liberal-minded Americans are not as patriotic as they are. I asked what his definition of patriotism was. He said it was love for your country. I asked him how one would express love for his country. He said by supporting our troops. I asked him what made him think that I didn't support our troops? Just because I didn't believe in the war they were fighting, I wanted them all to be safe and to make it back home. I appreciated all the hard work they were doing on our behalf. I told him I thought casting my vote in every (and I do mean every) election was my most patriotic duty. I donate money to the USO. I send my old cell phones to soldiers overseas. And as much as I hate what he says, I respect RL's first amendment right to express his opinion (although I don't think he feels the same way about mine).

I never changed his mind about anything else, but he never questioned my patriotism again.

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

I Didn't Bite Anyone Yesterday

You know, this blogging every day business is hard.

Especially for someone like me...nothing interesting happens to me. Usually.

I alluded to a post I couldn't publish yesterday because it was too personal. Well, it still is; but the story behind it kind of figures into this one.

Let me start by saying, wine in a box is a great thing. It is very economical (5 liters for less than $15, usually). It stays fresh in that miraculous little bag inside that streamlined box once you open it. At least that's what the hype on the outside of the box says.

See, that normally isn't an issue at my house. Once I poke out the little circle on the side, extract the little tap, and pull off that adorable little silver, uh, thingy that keeps it from leaking, the box is empty within 3 days. Sometimes quicker than that.

It's all because of the box's worst feature: you can't see how much you are drinking. With a bottle of wine I know that once it is empty I should stop. Well, if it is one of those big bottles. If it is one of the little bottles, I can have another one and then I should stop.

It doesn't help that my wine glass is actually a 20 ounce water goblet. That way, I don't have to get up as often to refill.

Saturday night my husband went to bed around 9 pm. Both the kids were out and I was left all alone. By the time Tennessee was done humiliating Memphis I was having hot flashes...an unfortunate byproduct of me drinking wine. I parked myself in front of the computer, cranked up the Elvis Costello channel on Pandora, and started trolling the interwebs.

I'm a horrible storyteller, ya'll.

Cut to Monday. I get home from work. I take a shower and get all freshened up (we call that taking a canoe ride, by the way...it refers to an old douche commercial where 2 ladies are in a canoe talking about freshening up). Then I settle down to the computer for a little catch up.

I was thrilled to see that I had a comment from someone new. She said she would be interested to know if I had bitten anyone on my first day back to work. WTF? Now I'm like, I have a crazy commenter...I'm so cool!!!

So I click on her name and check her out. I see her blog name and think, I've heard of that. I go to the blog and see by her blogroll that she too follows The Bloggess. That must be where I have heard of her blog. I read the first post. It's really funny. I read the post before that and think...whoa, she totally stole this. I know I have read parts of this somewhere, a long time ago. When I get to the end I read the comments. Guess who made a comment there at 11 pm Saturday night? Yep, that would be me. I totally do not remember doing that. Luckily, it wasn't a totally inappropriate comment, or too terribly written. I just don't remember writing it. But I said that I planned on biting a coworker when I returned to work on Monday, so her comment now made perfect sense. Here's her post. That should clear up any confusion.

I didn't go to bed until 2 am that morning. Then I woke up at 6:30 in a total panic. Although I did not remember commenting on Christine's blog, I did remember posting on facebook. On one friend's wall I posted that I had had a dream about him the night before. That was true, but it would have been better suited to a personal email. On another friend's wall I responded to her reaction to the House vote on Health Care. And to her friend's reaction to her reaction. They all agreed with each other; suffice it to say that I did not. And I was drunk, ya'll.

I will be the first to admit that I can get a little obnoxious whilst intoxicated. If I am under stress when said intoxication occurs (say, after my father's memorial service) I can get really obnoxious. And if my husband isn't around to kind of rein me in...well, I can get, um, I don't even know what to call that.

And I know better than to get drunk and start typing. It has bitten me in the ass before. I usually stick to playing Know It All on boxerjam. That game moves too fast for any chatting. I just say all my obnoxious comments to the monitor and no one is the wiser.

In the end it all turned out to be fine. When Dg wanted to know about the dream, I wrote him an email. And I had had the presence of mind to send Suzi a personal message on fb and apologize preemptively about my posts. She responded this morning by telling me that they weren't out of line...that I was entitled to my opinion, even if that opinion was wrong LOL.

Dodged another bullet.

Monday, November 9, 2009

Monday, Monday

Well, today I go back to work. Not that riveting a topic.

I have a draft of a post I wrote yesterday all about how I hate facebook, but it took a strange turn and ended up being a little too personal. I'm not sure how that happened. Honestly, I'm too afraid to post it. So...today I go back to work!

I feel like being all junior high about it and pout because only my 2 weekend coworkers called to check on me during this whole 6 weeks. Everyone got all upset because they thought I wasn't coming back today. No one even bothered to call me and ask (except my supervisor). My 2 boys knew the answer, but in true QA Lab fashion, they didn't tell anyone else. They enjoyed watching them all twist in the wind. God love 'em.

I did get a little blog maintenance completed this weekend. Cleaned up the tags, read a little Blogging for Dummies. Did you know that you can audioblog? Or just post audio clips in your blog? I didn't. If I had known that I would have made a clip of me and BFF singing karaoke when she was here. Our rendition of Kodachrome was awe-inspiring (or maybe just awful; if I had a clip of it I would know).

Sunday, November 8, 2009

The after

Yes, I survived it.

We will not talk of the atrocities I encountered.

I washed my hands three times then took a shower.

I think my fake pearls dangling from the guitar hero world tour drum kit is a nice touch(that is a before). I have no idea where he found them.

(It took me 4 hours, ya'll. Thank goodness UT whooped some ass. BTW, when did Memphis State become just plain ole Memphis?)

Saturday, November 7, 2009

I Heart You Online

I'm a sucker for a ukelele!


I'll be singing this while cleaning out the boy's room today. See you on the other side!

Friday, November 6, 2009

Countdown

Only 3 days of freedom left.

I go back to work on Monday. Sigh.

I just got off the phone with one of my coworkers and that place is a mess. I've been gone just about 6 weeks and they are in shambles, sniping and fighting amongst themselves.

I've missed all the fun! Usually I am blamed as the shit-stirrer (and it is hardly ever true--I just have a devout legion of haters) . I wonder how they are going to pin this on me? Maybe my powers extend 10 miles north. That would be awesome.

At least I know. I would hate to head into the maelstrom unprepared.

So what will I do with my remaining free time? Try to find a dish drainer that is shorter than 14.25 inches long. Buy some dog food. Pick up the 335 pictures I emailed to Walgreens for developing yesterday. Sort out the tags on my blog (what a mess!) and figure out how to put the pictures where I really want them to be (Hello, Blogging for Dummies). And that's just today!

Tomorrow is Tennessee vs. Memphis at 6pm on ESPNU. Already set the dvr. Oh, and clean my son's room:

If only you had smell-o-vision. The picture doesn't do it justice! It's a mixture of dirty boy and 10 gallons of axe. (By the way, it took me at least 7 minutes to get that picture in the right place). The bumper sticker on his door says We Love Vegetarians--More Meat For Us! And the paint scheme is Sponge Bob. There's a white rope between the yellow and khaki--to hold SB's pants up.

I'll spend all day Sunday in a bad mood. Don't come to visit.

Thursday, November 5, 2009

You Reap What You Sow

Attention drivers in the Jefferson/Washington County area:

I am in a 1 ton yellowish GMC flatbed truck pulling a rusty grain wagon. The clutch is marginal and the brakes are touchy as all get out. It is a 3 speed and as much as I would like to go the speed limit, 45 is all we got. Please feel free to pass me, as long as it is not in a no pass area. They are no pass zones for a reason, people. Oh, and I need a llllooooottttt of room to get out of the elevator drive.

I just realized that my husband can probably figure out how much I weigh by looking at the elevator ticket. I guess I need to load up some spare seed corn bags and combine parts. He has to know that I can't possible weigh 700 pounds (or I would have my own special on the Discovery Channel).

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

The Daughter


Isn't she pretty? I could post the whole rest of the month with pictures of her!

We had her senior pictures made last month in St. Louis and they turned out fabulous. We didn't use one of the fancier (and pricier) studios around here. One of her friends from a car club she belongs to is trying to establish a photography business and she and her son did them for a $20 sitting fee. Then they gave me a cd with 166 pics for $50!! Honestly, I spent way more on the clothes she wore that day.

Any day I am stuck for a post I guess I will just pull out an awesome picture. Yay for me!

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

The Drama

The day before I had my surgery back in September we had some Drama.

I have seen other bloggers grapple with the privacy issue in the past and had discussed it with my kids before I decided to post. My daughter says I can use her name and pictures and everything, she is all for internet notoriety of the not-naked kind. My son said he didn't care, no one was going to read it anyway. Well, he is mostly right.

But now something has happened in our house that makes me rethink my stance. Somebody did something that they shouldn't have and it would make an excellent post--to read. It would be hard to write and could maybe affect someone later in life, or at least be embarrassing.

So, one of the kids did something. At the time I thought it was awful and I cried and yelled and carried on. It just took me by surprise because my kids really are good kids; well-behaved, respectful (mostly;they both have wise mouths on them--don't know where they get it--but they know when to behave), good students. Then I realized that it wasn't really so huge in the grand scheme of things. It was a youthful indiscretion, one they won't be quick to repeat after they saw how nuts it made me.

The fact that it took place the night before my surgery was the real kicker. I know it sounds crazy since I write this blog where I sometimes share personal things, but I tend to be rather private. My coworkers might disagree because I have been known to share a little too much of my sex life, and they all knew that I peed my pants every time I sneezed twice. But there are plenty of goings-on I never divulged. No one in my extended family even knew I was having surgery. I went by myself and that was how I wanted it. So when the Drama hit I only called one person, BFF. I had already come to the conclusion I was overreacting and she confirmed it. She was more bothered by the child's stupidity in getting caught in the misdeed. She thought that any child of mine should be able to sneak around better. I had to admit that the circumstances were pretty funny. So I told BFF, the child in question told one person, the other child told 2 people, and my husband told no one. He is the king of privacy.

So, the first real grounding took place in our household. Two long weeks. It worked out well for me because I couldn't lift anything after my surgery, or bend or stoop, so I had my own personal valet at my beck and call. The 2 weeks were served with absolutely no backtalk or negotiations. The child was apologetic and eager to please. At the end of the sentence I believed we would never have another transgression. That is probably naive of me. But so far, so good.

Monday, November 2, 2009

The Third Saturday in October

Since I need to post everyday this month, I can now go back and post all the things I should have blogged about when they happened. FYI--I am very lazy...this happens a lot.

Now the title of today's masterpiece refers to the annual Tennessee-(I hate)Alabama game which historically took place on, you guessed it, The Third Saturday in October. Only now it doesn't take place then. It was the fourth Saturday, but meh, it just doesn't sound as good.

Since I moved to the black hole that is Southern Illinois back in 1994 I haven't exactly kept up with Tennessee Football. Yes, I mean Football with a capital F. I work weekends in a factory and I don't see the outside world except for when I'm coming in or going out. I didn't know about Peyton Manning or the National Championship or anything! And this from the girl who didn't miss a single home game during my illustrious college career (I managed to mooch a ride to several of the away games, too).

A couple of years ago I did a 6 month stint on the midnight shift and I got to watch or listen to several games. That's when my family learned just how loud and obnoxious I could be. When I found out I was going to have surgery again this year I was pleased to find out I would be home for most of this season. When the BFF scheduled her annual fall trek to the black hole we didn't realize right away that she would be here then. It was fate!

She came bearing gifts (a UT snuggie and 4 orange reusable shopping bags with big white T's on them) while I had a chilled box of white merlot on tap in the fridge. She was childless this weekend and since both mine are mo-bile now we were able to enjoy a loud girls night of bonding. I don't remember what we talked about (imagine that!).

The next morning we headed to the Schnuck's. We had decided the menu would consist of stuffed mushrooms and cheese dip, while the cocktails would be Big Orange Screws (screwdrivers with peach schnapps). I started cooking the goodies while she had a little nap (we don't bounce back nearly as quickly as we used to). Then it was time for kickoff.

Luckily my kids did not stick around for the show. One of their favorite past times is to watch me get wound up while watching football, and I did not disappoint on this day. I won't rehash the particulars here--it's still a little too raw. In retrospect it was an excellent game and they battled valiantly. But if I had my way someone would have beat the snot out of that field goal "kicker" (and I use that term loosely). My husband thought I was having a heart attack with 4 seconds left in the game. No, I was just hyperventilating. I guess the rest of the world didn't take it as hard as I did because when I offered to head the line of people wanting to beat that kid with a bar of soap in a tube sock ala Full Metal Jacket on facebook, no one joined me. NO ONE! I couldn't believe it.

Also, BFF received a call during the first half informing her that her house had been broken into. It was awful. I tried to be a good friend, but I finally got her attention back on the game. And the Big Orange Screws. After all the heartbreak we fired up the karaoke **Note to Self--Get new karaoke discs. No one wants to sing Genie in a Bottle. No one.**

Sunday, November 1, 2009

Here goes nothing

Yippee! It's November 1st, and you know what that means, right?

It's NaBloPoMo! Awesome!

I can barely remember to blog once a month and now I am supposed to blog every single day for a month straight.

I think I am supposed to post it somewhere else and tell somebody something; it's all kinda fuzzy. I first signed up 3 years ago, I think, and for some reason I can't remember the details.

Doesn't matter. I don't think I should be advertising my lameness. Wouldn't want that getting around. I just need to concentrate on remembering to stop by here everyday and post something.

So, 1 down, 29 to go!