New Favorite

I love the Manning boys. So cute! So talented! And from all appearances very nice. If they have skeletons in their closets, chicks on the side or a penchant for ingesting illegal substance I haven't heard about it.

But last night when Drew Brees, after leading the New Orleans Saints to their first Super Bowl victory, held his son on the podium? I might have melted just a little bit.

Random Friday

I have to start by sharing my laugh for yesterday. If you have a weak stomach, or a hair trigger gag reflex, stop reading now. If not, go read this post at "Laughing Always Helps".

No, really, I'll wait......

If you did NOT laugh out loud I do NOT want to hear about it. It would imply my sense of humor is juvenile and scatological in orientation, when really I'm quite sophisticated.

In other news, KU won the Orange Bowl last night! I am in shock. Despite an 11-1 season I was merely "cautiously optimistic". We supposedly played a weak schedule and Virginia Tech came in ranked 5th and we were 8th. But the Hawks prevailed and now I can concentrate on the much more important sport of college basketball.

As you were.

Random Life Lessons

One should not go to a bar to watch THE GAME, drink several beers, leave at half time because you realized "OMG! I still need to post" (why am I still doing this?) , come home and try to post. Drinking and writing do not mix.

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Being on the cover of "Sports Illustrated" before THE GAME truly is a curse.

R.I.P

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You might think you've raised your teenager to make good decisions. And then they will spend the night at a friends and come home the next morning (having gone to Target with said friend to purchase, with her hard earned cash) wearing these:

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The people at NaBloPoMo may have a sadistic streak. For those of us who travel over the Thanksgiving holiday it is bitch. Trying to post on a blog that no one is supposed to know about is a whole lot harder with a gazillion people milling about. Particularly when the In Laws have one computer. With dial up. No hiding in the bedroom posting on the laptop for you girlie girl!!

Sundy, Sunday, Sunday

ROCK CHALK JAYHAWK GO KU!!!

We had a big birthday last night

The hostess had some cake

I just had more wine

OK, now that I have THAT out of my system, remember this project? Do you want a progress report? Oh let's, shall we? We knew the tile would either pop right off or we'd have to take a sledge hammer to it. Guess what?

It popped right off!

Next to go was the useless window

Then fill the hole with a piece of sheet rock.

Oops, ran out of sheet rock for the other side. Off to Lowe's for sheet rock, mud, bead board and a new TP dispenser and towel bar. Just another walk on the wild side!

30 to 24

We live in a house divided. There is an enormous rivalry between two Universities in our fair state. The Saint attended one, and I the other. Precious Oldest has joined the evil at the Saint’s Alma Mater. Which I’m OK with because I’m hoping Precious Youngest will run to the light in Lawrence choose the right school .

The much anticipated rival football game was played Saturday and guess who WON?!?! That’s right, not the “ranked” team, but little ole us. Now I’m not much of a football fan, but when the stakes are high I get a little excited. Since….. well…. forever, the Saint and I bet a dollar on each and every football and basket ball game played between our respective schools. It is a tad lopsided since we meet quite a bit more during basketball season than football season, but let’s just say I’ve amassed an astounding stack of $1 bills. Oh, what’s that you say? Did I KEEP them all? Oh, HELL yes!

I try not to rub it in too much when we win in basketball, but football? BWAHAHA! (My father even left me a message warning me not to gloat. Too bad I didn’t hear it until Sunday.) Sib # 2 and I went out Saturday night with her little man. She too attended the same fine, prestigious University as I. So we called Precious Oldest to gloat sing our fight song. I mean really, what else could we do? At first I thought Precious Oldest hung up on us because there seemed to be a little static on the line, but when she realized the call was from me she immediately put me on speaker. Why? Because as soon as the game ended she turned to her friends in the stands and said: “You know what the worst part is? My mother will call within the next 24 hours and she won’t say a word, she’ll just start singing the damn fight song.” Man, that kid loves it when she’s right!!