Like Sands Through the Hourglass...

I can't wait for the Super Bowl this Sunday! As the season winds down, I find myself sad about the football-less months ahead. But, I will savor every moment of Sunday's final showdown, before turning my attention and allegiance to Nascar.

 

I don't remember liking football as a kid. In fact, I am pretty sure I thought it was pointless and stupid. But as an adult, I have had a change of heart. And let me tell you why. It isn't because I like the game. And it certainly isn't because I feel some sort of loyalty to a particular geographic region. I love football because I view it as one, big soap opera. It comes rather easy for me, probably because I am naturally drawn to drama (which will also be my eventual downfall). But I think, with a little guidance, anyone can fall in love with just about any sport.

The key is paying attention to the pre-game footage. Here is where they wax poetic about the human interest stories. Human interest is code for drama. Here you will find out about the quarterback that has understandably been off his game because his wife just gave birth to twins (not evil twins, i don't think...just regular twins). They'll tell you about the college player that has been raising his little brother in his dorm room, since their mama died. And you'll find out about JoePa, the Penn State coach who is 295 years old and is still going strong. We're talking Edward Quartermaine with a bad hip. How can anyone not root for him?? 

The more these stories, and players, tug at your heart, the more you will want them to be happy. And what makes these players happy? Winning! You'll be cheering through tears of joy. Soon, you'll have a favorite player, maybe even a favorite team and you'll definitely have several nemeses you'll secretly love to hate! Think Heidi Montag with a helmet and jockstrap.

This year, none of my usual suspects have made it to the Super Bowl, so I had to do a little extra research to decide who to root for. I am going with the Cardinals. Did you know that cute Kurt Warner is almost 40? Talk about a comeback against the odds! It's almost as good as Roman Brady coming back from the dead (again)! And there's a fellow on his team that was considered "too good" to stay on the Cardinals, but stood by his team, through thick and thin. You don't see loyalty like that just anywhere. Even Luke divorced Laura after putting up with her catatonic state for so long! 

Hopefully, next year there will be a player who escapes from a secret lair during the off-season. You can bet the farm that I'll be rootin' for him!

Wordful Wednesday: Jealous Much?

Okay, all of you women out there... Don't think I haven't noticed you throwing yourselves at my good bud, Jay, Mr. Halftime Lessons, himself.  You should be ashamed. Very ashamed. HOWEVER, before you go looking for your dignity and self-respect, please, take this golden opportunity to fawn over the young hunk. Consider it a gift... No need to thank me. 

And by the way, today just happens to be his birthday! Happy Birthday to my favorite prom date of all! 

This post has been brought to you by the year 1985 and, of course, that Wordful Wonder herself, Angie!

Tuesday's Doggone Tribute

I am not really a 'dog person'. In fact, pets, in general, tend to annoy me. But my girl, Pepper, is a love. She is gentle and funny, sweet and sensitive. She is, by far, my favorite pet here at the zoo (and yes, I can have a favorite since animals can't read). She has an almost magical effect on those that encounter her. My boys have even suggested she could end wars with her cuteness, and I have to wonder if they might be right. How could anyone resist her brown eyes? How could anyone think about death, destruction and hate in her presence? She makes our lives happier around here and I am so glad we adopted her. Which reminds me... 

I overheard a shocking conversation just today. It seems that with the economy in the tank, people are making cuts in their lives, and first on the chopping block are pets! People, in record numbers, are deciding it is no longer financially feasible to care for their animals and taking them to shelters. This is heartbreaking to me. I'm not going to judge anyone that makes this decision, but I can get the word out that there are animals that need a home... lots of them!

Let's not forget about those that can't help themselves in these bleak economic times. 

Yet Another Jay and Deb Production.

PJs and Cheese

So tonight we are wearing our pajamas inside out and backwards. Furthermore, we are placing sliced cheese under our pillows. The end result of our unabashedly pagan rituals had better be snow. And lots of it. Enough to elicit mass hysteria and cause confused fear and irrational caution among school district administrators. 

My children are nearing their breaking points. I have gently reminded them that Christmas break was less than a month ago, and not only did they have a four day weekend last weekend, they are currently in the midst of yet another. 

However, I have been informed that scheduled school closings pale in comparison to the unplanned ones. Apparently, I am confusing apples with oranges. After a few eye rolls, requests for yet more sleepovers, arguments about homework, and a quick sweep of the basement yielding ELEVEN empty cans of Mountain Dew, I stand corrected. I realize that going to school on Wednesday is completely out of the question for any self-respecting school hater. 

I guess I had better go cut the tag out of my pajama top...it keeps rubbing against my chin.

PS: my pretty, new computer went the way of Homer Simpson this weekend, but I am back up and running. I did read everyone's weekend posts, but to get through all 87 of them in the most expeditious manner, I didn't comment. Forgive me, please!

Letting Go

This has been a tough few weeks in our house... First there was the passing of Moody Teen's sweet, gentle leopard gecko, Mel. After a proper burial in the woods, with a little wooden marker and quick prayer, we soldiered on. 

Until today. 

The grief of that loss came flooding back to me as I realized I would have to euthanize another faithful family member... Moody Teen's Homer Simpson Chia Pet, which was a Christmas present from his best bud. I don't think he was too emotionally invested, however, as I was the one who excitedly ripped open the box, carefully read the directions, mixed up the seed paste and gingerly applied it to Homer's bald, terra cotta head. It wasn't long until the tiny, green seedlings took root and began to grow. I was just so proud of my accomplishment, thinking Homer would be my redemption... A chance to prove I really do have a green thumb, after the hundreds of innocent plants I have killed in the past. Well, not so fast...

This morning, I went to check on Homer and found him in a shocking state of distress. I guess it's time to say goodbye. Homer, I loved you, tho I hardly knew ye.

Oh, and by the way, this happens to be my 100th post. So, in the famous words of our dear Homer Simpson... Woo-Hoo!!!

WAYW: Motivated (for the moment)

Here's what I am wearing. Rather, this is more like what I will be wearing. As you can see, the clothes are not actually on me yet, and that is because I am still wearing what I was wearing yesterday, which you all have already been blessed to see. 

So my plan is to hit the gym before I get pulled in another direction (i.e. bed). I was, once again, quite disappointed by the lack of raisins in my cereal this morning. NOT a good way to start the weekend.

The run-down:

Nike shirt: Kohl's $12.00

Champion yoga pants: Target $15

Nike sneaks: DSW $39.99

Addendum to Tuesday's Tribute: REAL Class

Maybe you've noticed that my posts have been rather lacking in substance of late (or maybe you smart ones have figured out that's the status quo!). I have been feeling fairly emotional about a whole host of issues in my life... friendships, mostly. I know this is the perfect place to sort them all out and just write, even if it isn't coherent or interesting or nice. But, for some reason, I can't quite solidify what I am feeling enough to even think about where to start. It's all still in my heart and hasn't quite traveled to my brain yet. Hopefully it will get there soon. Until then, I present to you even more nonsense. Perhaps next time I'll comb my hair.