Like Shootin’ Fish In A Barrel… August 31, 2008

Well, it was.

USC-52, VIRGINIA-7.

Gawd, I love college football. I did have to work, but I also had time to at least see the scores on ESPN.com. By the time I made it home we had already scored three touchdowns. Glory be. I never do get tired of hearing our fight song. Fight On!

I do have to admit to feeling more than a little , smug, shall we say? A Pac-10 team with ” no strength of schedule” beat a High and Mighty ACC team?  Ya don’t say. For the record, I would put SC up against ANY TEAM OUT THERE. Pete runs one hell of a program, always has. He has proved time and again that the talent is there. I , for one, am more than ready for the next game. And all the games that follow.

Even if we never win another game. That’s how much I love my team. I will admit to loving them just a smidge more now that we are a powerhouse again. Hey, the eighties were a very lean time for SC fans. We were overdue. Looooong overdue.

And now it is definitely time to enjoy our just desserts. Whose ready for fifty-thirds?

ARE YOU READY FOR SOME FOOTBALL?! August 28, 2008

Yeah, baby! Only TWO more days until my beloved Trojans open their season against Virginia. I could not be more excited.

Oh, wait. I could. Because I WILL BE WORKING. I AM THE ONLY BUYER. *sobs really hard*. I am scheduled until six. *sniffs*. However, since my Boss is such an awesome person(minus the fact that she is a Georgia fan), I will get to leave after the last Buy. Which will be at EXACTLY five ‘o’ clock or there will be HELL.TO.PAY.

So I figure to be able to make it home by halftime. I have already instructed my Diddy to call me with updates. And that will just have to do.

Fight On.

DWTS Season Seven’s Cast… August 25, 2008

I am soooo excited about this season’s cast and in about one minute I will tell you why! Here is the list…

1-Lance Bass. Okay. Snore…

2-Rocco Dispirito. I don’t care for him. Now, if it were say, Gordon Ramsey? Hubba hubba.

3-Misty May-Treanor. So very,very cool. I puffy pink heart her.

4-Maurice Greene. Who?

5-Toni Braxton. I like her well enough. My only problem would be a long ago roommate who listened to “Unbreak My Heart” seventeen katrillion times until I wanted to stab her in the eye. Other than that? We are all good.

6-Kim Kardashian. I can’t help but love her too. Don’t ask me why. I dunno.

7-Cody Lindley. From Hannah Montana. One of my, er the boys, favorite shows. Shut it. I already admitted I thought Billy Ray Cryus was hot. What more do you people want? Blood? My soul?

8-Cloris Leachman. Not to be indelicate, but I didn’t even realize she was still alive.

9-Ted McGinley. I always liked him. I had a minor crush on him when I was in high school. Funny guys really did it for me. Still do. My husband is one of the funniest men I have ever met.

10-Brooke Burke. Meh. Kinda ambivalent on this one. She seems nice enough. Other than horrible taste in men and baby names.

11-Jeffrey Ross. Comedian. Um, yeah. Not so much with the funny.

12-Warren Sapp. This ought to be good. Have you seen the sheer size of this man? Jeebus.

And that would normally be the end of it as we all know. Except. It’s not. Because this year there are THIRTEEN STARS. Squeeeeee! The thirteenth star is none other than one of my most favoritest stars evah…

13-SUSAN LUCCI aka “Erica Kane”. CAN YOU BELIEVE IT? I am beside myself with excitement. I feel the need to point out that I have been a fan of AMC for about twenty years. I used to be able to name all the men she had married. Then I had children and that little skill went out the window. Along with being able to sleep late. What? Where was I? Oh yes, SUSAN LUCCI. The only thing that could have possibly made it any better would have been if her daughter was on at the same time. Dude. I am giving myself goosebumps. I really need to get out more.

Anyhoo. I am looking forward to the new season with an enthusiasm that is usually reserved for the start of college football season. Now all I need is a DWTS shirt. Too much?

A List Is Sort Of Like A Meme, Right? August 23, 2008

I totally stole this from Misty at Our House. I heart her. I received my PiF gift from her today! Squeeee! I have to find my camera and then post pictures. Which I will do. When I remember where the hell my camera is. Because, y’all? It is good stuff! Back to the list. Like Misty, I too make lists. A lot of lists. Lists of lists.

FINISH THE SENTENCE

Maybe I should get off my duff and make my Bubba his shirt, already.

I love the smell of my boys just after getting out of their bath. That smell of freshness and just, little boy. It’s the best smell in the whole wide world to me.

People would say that I am a good friend. I am. I cherish my friendships and work very hard to make sure my friends know they are loved.

I don’t understand why people insist on being rude to people who are attempting to take care of them in some fashion. Be it waiting tables, shopping, servicing an item, etc. It is one of my biggest pet peeves.

I lost my patience with Dub this afternoon. I don’t like it when that happens. It makes me feel bad.

Life is absolutely what you make of it. I always try to see the positive side of things even if I gotta dig deep to find the one little thing that will be positive. It’s who I am.

My past involves involves a person I no longer know how to be. Or even want to be. I am finally content with who I am now.

My idea of a good time is snuggling down under the covers with the boys to watch a good movie. And getting to smooch a few pink bellies along the way.

I wish I was thinner. What? Who doesn’t? I am working on that part of me. I’m pretty comfortable in my own skin, finally.

Twins are my fondest wish! Especially twin GIRLS! Don’t let my husband see this. He would have the big one for sure.

Dust bunnies are currently breeding in the nooks and crannies of my home. ( I totally stole this answer too! Well, it applied to my home situation. And besides, it was a good answer!).

Tomorrow I’m going to sleep late. Yeah, baby.

I have low tolerance for people who do not LISTEN. I HATE HAVING TO REPEAT MYSELF. Unless you are slightly hard of hearing. Then I don’t mind so much.

I’m totally terrified of spiders and zombies. Oh Sweet Jeebus, I just thought of something. Can you have a Spider-zombie?  You can’t right? Right? Hello?

I wonder why people bother having children if they aren’t going to love them and teach them how to be good and productive human beings.

Never in my life have I seen Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. Or Chitty-Chitty Bang-Bang. What? I haven’t.

High school was not as angst ridden as it could have been. I was in band. I was cool. Hey, you can laugh all you want to. I am STILL friends with these people after twenty years.

When I’m nervous I get all sweaty and clammy. Blech.

One time at a family gathering I bent over to reach for something and may have accidentally farted. I was pregnant. I think that makes it okay.

Take my advice: Always follow your heart. You won’t have any regrets that way.

Taking a good picture is sometimes an elusive skill for me.

I’m almost always late.

I’m addicted to flavored creamer in my coffee. I love all kinds. Except plain chocolate and hazelnut. Blech.

I want someone to give me a pedicure. And then maybe a backrub. Yeah.

  

 

Well, Well, Well… August 22, 2008

BREAKING NEWS…

It has just been announced that the IOC will be launching an investigation as to whether or not THREE of the Chinese gymnasts are in fact underage.

Gee, ya think?

And also? HAH! Looks like I won’t be kissing the internets collective asses any time soon.

What Have I Done? August 22, 2008

I have got to stop getting wild hairs. Gulp. I changed my site. To WordPress. I have wanted a change for awhile, but didn’t want to lose all my old posts. Then I found out I could transfer them to my new blog. 

So I did. It was interesting, to say the least. And more than a little terrifying. But it is officially done.

Y’all may have to give me a little bit to get my links back up and running. I don’t have the foggiest idea what in the hell I am doing. But I’m learning…

Operation Knocked Up… August 20, 2008

Negatory, Ghost Rider, the pattern is full.

Well. Did you really expect it to happen so soon? And with the living at the ‘Rents house? In my old bedroom across the hall? Sharing a room with the boys?

There’s always next month. I would say wish me luck, but I am not sure what it is I should be wished. Fertility? Stamina? Bendiness? TMI?

Whatever it is, wish it to me. I got a powerful hankerin’ for another baby.

Edited to add- According to the Chinese Lunar calendar, I need to become pregnant later this month in order for it to be a girl. Which is theoretically possible. No pressure.

Otherwise I have to wait until APRIL of 2009 for my next chance at having a girl. Jeez. Anyone else have any other methods,ideas they would be willing to share? I really want a girl this time.

Question Of The Day… August 19, 2008

What in the sam hill has happened to gymnastics that a gymnast who lands ON HER KNEES after her event WINS THE FRICKIN’ GOLD MEDAL? Excuse me? Correct me if I am wrong, but I have always held the belief that the Olympics were the Creme De la Creme of the sporting world. To win an Olympic gold medal meant that you were the very best there was in your specific sport.

Unless you are, apparently, a gymnast. Then you can do whatever you want and still have more than a snowball’s chance in hell to win a medal. I also am more than a little miffed that they no longer have the scoring system in which a perfect ten can be awarded. Then what is the point? Everyone remembers how exciting it was to watch Mary Lou Retton receive that perfect score. You were on the edge of your seat, breath held, just waiting and praying, and then Blammo! She did it! This new scoring system? Bah. It takes too long and allows for waaaaaay too many errors. My personal favorite being the judges. You can no longer have a judge from your nation scoring your event. Well, that sucks. Who didn’t love watching the scores to see if the judges played fast and loose with their own team? It was expected. And as only one score out of many it didn’t hold that much weight. So bring it back.

All in all I am quite proud of our athletes. They showed good sportsmanship and remarkable class even after getting ripped off. These games have been a lulu. But, as always, I will be sad to see them end. I look forward to the Winter Olympics in 2010. I also am looking forward to getting some much needed sleep. And maybe watching non-Olympic television! Oh! I almost forgot. Major kudos to all the news media for not giving away any secrets. I love that! Thanks, y’all!

One more thing? If those girls are sixteen? I will kiss the collective internets ass. One at a time.

The Downside To Pre-K… August 18, 2008

All those germy, little beasts. Spreading their delicious little germs to everything and everyone. Germs! Galore! Germy-germ factory.

That’s right, the Nub has brought the Plague of Death to his poor Bubba and his beloved Mama. Although the beloved part is now in serious doubt… It is awful, truly awful. There is hacking and absolute rivers of neon green snot.Fevers and supreme grouchiness are the orders of the day.

And that’s just me. Ba-dum, dum-dum. Sorry, it cried out for me to do that.

Back to the sickness. Fortunately, we still have some of the cough medicine their Doctor prescribed the last time they were this sick.It’s good stuff. As for moi? I am taking OTC goodies by the truckload. I still feel like crap, but it’s more headachey than anything else. And my throat feels like someone has recently grated the hell out of it. Other than that? Good times.

And now I am off to the kitchen. The least germiest beast has woken up and is demanding cinnamon toast. Or there will be consequences.

That’s Ms. Bitchy McBitcherson To You… August 17, 2008

Jeebus. I’m not even sure where to start. Umm, maybe with the Geico Gecko…

Anyone else wishing for a big, screechy hawk(or eagle)to come swooping out of the sky and snatch that little annoying bastard right up?Thereby snapping his weaselly spine in the process and also inflicting unspeakable pain upon him? Anyone?

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What do the words “freshly laundered and laid flat in a laundry basket(or something comparable), fall and winter clothing only, please limit it to ONE basket per visit” mean to you? Do they mean throw them in a garbage bag? Without washing them. Or maybe bring in your entire house? Again, without washing one damn thing. I honestly am just about done with the sheer stupidity of some of these people. What really kills me is when they call to ask what the procedures are before coming to the store. And then don’t follow a single one of them. I also enjoy being bitched out for not taking spotted or smelly clothing. That’s my favorite. Especially when they get all offended.

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Living with your parents.

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Not being able to watch my shows. Oh wait, that goes with the last one.

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I miss my girlfriends. I don’t get to see them nearly as much right now. My mother doesn’t believe that I should have any sort of a social life. After all, I am a mama now. Mama’s don’t do that. And by social life? I mean any sort of social life. Right before my last knee surgery Jimmy and I had made a date to go to dinner and bowling with my BFF and her Honey. My mom was going to keep the boys overnight. Wink, wink, nudge, nudge. Yeah, she let us know that they would NOT be keeping them overnight after all as we were dropping them off. Good times. Fast forward to the next time I made plans to go out with my BFF to celebrate a little thing I like to call her COLLEGE GRADUATION. A minor event in a person’s life. Two hours before I was set to meet her, my mom backed out. Her reason? She forgot. Even though I had reminded her every day. For. A. Week. Bah.

I am still mad.

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And now I am done. I think. I do reserve the right to add to this later. I am going to relax and read one of the bajillion books I picked up whilst Yard Sale-ing yesterday. Y’all remind me to tell you all about the Steal ‘o’ The Century. Truly.