Figures. I can't get beautiful until Tuesday. My hairdresser is a friend from way back who now owns her own (extremely popular/busy) shop. Only problem...I used to go to her house and get it done very cheap, anytime I wanted. Now I have to wait just like all the other nobodies and pay a fortune....oh well, she knows how to work with this wild mane. So, for now, this is my solution......
my favorite hat. It's been my lucky hat for five years now - maybe I should change it? Junky, you can have it when I die, ok? 'Cause I know how much you love jocks and you may as well show your support for them.
I'm not going far today....that medical issue I had sometime ago at work has resurfaced and probably explains a lot of the fatigue, etc. I go for some tests on the 16th and hopefully.....fingers crossed. Not even worrying, although my son is. I don't tell him much but he intercepts mail from the cancer clinic, etc. So far all good. I'm tough, remember?
Superbowl Sunday tomorrow. I don't get nearly as hyped as I used to. When I was pregnant with Ty I went to a huge party with my ex at one of his friend's places. I was one of only two females there (the halftime entertainment was "live - didn't bother me. I can slap a chick's ass just as well as the next guy). Anyhow, obviously I wasn't drinking but the guys got wasted. And my ex, as one of the soberest there, was nominated at half time for a beer run. He never returned. DWI on the way. Kind of ruined that party. Although my Giants won, I was the ONLY NY fan in attendance - I took a lot of slam talking before the game. Shut 'em up fast, I did. Took their damn $$ too.
This year I'll give you some clues as to who I'm cheering for (my son and I are on opposing sides, it could get ugly). I started following this team because they were "sweet" and I enjoyed watching the guy in shades antics who, along with his teammates, could really put a dent in the scoreboard while "single" handedly handing the opposing team's offense up on a platter. Made me wanna shuffle to the fridge to celebrate. They were big hams but Walter was one of my alltime favorites - a class act. I know their showboating got on the nerves but, hey, they were having a good time. And who can blame them for that?
my favorite hat. It's been my lucky hat for five years now - maybe I should change it? Junky, you can have it when I die, ok? 'Cause I know how much you love jocks and you may as well show your support for them.I'm not going far today....that medical issue I had sometime ago at work has resurfaced and probably explains a lot of the fatigue, etc. I go for some tests on the 16th and hopefully.....fingers crossed. Not even worrying, although my son is. I don't tell him much but he intercepts mail from the cancer clinic, etc. So far all good. I'm tough, remember?
Superbowl Sunday tomorrow. I don't get nearly as hyped as I used to. When I was pregnant with Ty I went to a huge party with my ex at one of his friend's places. I was one of only two females there (the halftime entertainment was "live - didn't bother me. I can slap a chick's ass just as well as the next guy). Anyhow, obviously I wasn't drinking but the guys got wasted. And my ex, as one of the soberest there, was nominated at half time for a beer run. He never returned. DWI on the way. Kind of ruined that party. Although my Giants won, I was the ONLY NY fan in attendance - I took a lot of slam talking before the game. Shut 'em up fast, I did. Took their damn $$ too.
This year I'll give you some clues as to who I'm cheering for (my son and I are on opposing sides, it could get ugly). I started following this team because they were "sweet" and I enjoyed watching the guy in shades antics who, along with his teammates, could really put a dent in the scoreboard while "single" handedly handing the opposing team's offense up on a platter. Made me wanna shuffle to the fridge to celebrate. They were big hams but Walter was one of my alltime favorites - a class act. I know their showboating got on the nerves but, hey, they were having a good time. And who can blame them for that?
posted by Deb at 3:47 PM
4 Comments:
Man, I am going to punch new blogger right in the face - first they make me switch over and then they don't recognize my account.
Sorry, Deb, I've been trying to post this comment for so long, I can't even remember what I was going to say in the first place!
I played high school football with a former quarterback of your pick to win tomorrow. Not the sunglass guy.
and if you cut me I bleed Maize and Blue, In my mind there is no other university of higher learning, especially in the great state of Michigan.
Go Blue
barbara....use violence. it works for me. that's why i'm not switching - the glitches would break me right now.
junky...same first name though, am I correct? i think i know who you mean.
On the nose, you got it, he turned his back on all of us when he went to MSU, traitor....:)
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