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October 29 Tenth AnniversaryThis is a shitty day for me. My mother died ten years ago today. TEN YEARS!! I think about her everyday but this seems like such a benchmark. Ten years. It feels like yesterday, yet it seems like a hundred years ago. I have immediate family that my own mother never met. That's weird. She would be so excited about all of her great-grandchildren. She only got to meet one of them. (Unless she hooked up with their little souls before they hit the earth.) I can hear her telling them stories about the fantasy world she made up for her grandbabies. I have no idea how to spell it but it's pronounced "kras-muh-frase" (long a's). She and my nieces did a dictionary of words from there but it could only be written on a brown paper bag with a crayola. That was one of the rules. She invented bizarre carnival-type rides that existed in their fantasy world. My brother and sisters and I don't really know much about this place. Mother invented it for her grandkids and only they were invited to go there. But, judging from the vivid imaginations of my oldest great-nephews, they would have loved embellishing "kras-muh-frase" and adding their two-bits. Mother probably would have been more tolerant of one nephew's wife that we all have issues with, or she would have told her how the cow eats the cabbage and straightened out her little ass. She would love the other spouses. Oh, my heavens, how she adored all of us. That's what I miss. No matter what stupid thing I might do I always knew she was gonna love me. No matter what was going on in my life, I always felt better in Mother's arms. Now, don't make the mistake of thinking she was the typical ol' gray-haired cookie-bakin' grandma. Oh, HELL no. She had a mouth like a sailor and a red-hot temper when provoked. I miss the ol' broad.
About a year ago I told my nieces and nephews that I wanted them to paint my spare room as my Christmas present. Then people got pregnant, new jobs, moved, and they just never had time. That room sat for a year serving as "the junk room." I finally - FINALLY - got it painted by my little jailbird friend. I was so excited to finally be able to clean out the room, have freshly painted walls, and move my sewing/craft stuff in there. So what have I done this week? Not one frickin' thing. I have been about as useless as tits on a boar hog allll week. I need to get a hot-shot and start stickin' it to my own ass. (Note: a hot-shot is a thing used by cattlemen to make the cattle move quicker - I guess you could say it's like a cow-tazer as it gives a little low-voltage jolt. fyi - they hurt humans and don't ask me how I know) Bleahhhh!!!!
My buddy and I were true athletic supporters this week. We went to a soccer game on Friday, and then soccer AND football on Saturday. Of course, we didn't get to the football game until there were thirty seconds left on the game clock because soccer & football began at the same time. We won on Friday, lost both games on Saturday. For some reason a loss on homecoming feels worse than a regular-ol' loss. Soccer is now knocked out of the national tourney that we host on our fields. CRAP! It is soooooo boring to work that tourney when we're not participating. I get to meet some cool people from all over the U.S., though. That's fun. It's kinda funny every year that we have pretty weather (we've only had a coupla years that the weather stunk) because the kids from up north will lay out by the hotel pool to tan. All of us have already given up on pool things because to us it's cold as kraut at 75. To the northern kids, though, it's beach weather! After the football game we went to the coach's house to drown our sorrows. I thought it was "just ussens" there, meaning coaches and athletic department folks, so I walked in and announced that I brought my slippery nipples [a type of drink] AND some alcohol so I was ready to party. Then I looked around at the smiling faces and there was the provost of the college where I work. Niiiice. Luckily he was laughing. Later he took me up on my offer of one of my nipples (AND he had a drink). {insert rim shots} It was a fun group.
CeeCee is scheduled to go home on Tuesday! Trick-or-treat, Baby Girl!! My niece and her husband have been dreaming of this day and now that it's nearly here they have major cases of "OH, SHIT!" Ha!! They want her home, but I think they want the nurses to come with them. I'm emotional about it, OF COURSE. Gya. As soon as my niece told me, the soundtrack from The Lion King started humming through my head. You see, our new baby is coming home on the day we buried my mom ten years ago. That is MAJOR circle of life stuff, people. And I can already tell that CeeCee has the same "free spirit" that my Mother had, and that CeeCee's mother has. Very cool women.
Don't ya just love "falling back" to standard daylight time? Ahhhh. The extra hour of sleep. Or do we fall back to daylight savings? That shit confuses me so much. I wish we didn't have it. It's GREAT in the fall but it kills my lazy ass in the spring when I lose the hour of sleep. It would help if I would be sure to change all my clocks but I never seem to get around to all of them so I have to "do math" all year either adding or subtracting the hour. Plus, I have to remember which clocks have been changed and which were not. Even I realize the irony of having to do all that extra mental work because I'm too lazy to change all the clocks. Ha!!
Okay, I MUST get up and get some things done. It's a Cinderella kind of day.
Please visit the Maine Biker Chick and read all the really nice stuff she wrote about me. I'm humbled and honored. I've been a reader of her space since I first began blogging and am blown away by her featuring me. THANK YOU, Alicia. I just love reading about myself, but only when it's good stuff.
Ten years. Wow.
October 23 Da BoyzI have the Cowboys game in one ear while I write on my space. My excitement at the entrance of Tony Romo as quarterback was certainly short-lived. I wonder if Drew Bledsoe was secretly laughing at Romo's interception or if he wants him to do well so the team will win. In my opinion the Cowboys are a cluster this year. Bleah. Flying Purple Moose sent me an e-mail talking smack (she's a Giants fan). My knee-jerk reaction was to hit the "reply" button and send my own shit-talk right back at her, but I've been a Cowboy fan for a long time and I know better. BUT, if Da Boyz are up substantially with a minute on the clock, I'm zipping off an e-mail full of so much shit she'll have to clean her screen with toilet paper. HA!!
I turned my heat on - just enough to take the chill off the house so I could stand to get out of bed in the morning and get in the shower. (It's sooooo hard to climb out from under the covers when it's cool or if it's raining.....or if it isn't cool or isn't raining....) I hate that funky "first time you turn on the heater" smell. And yes, I did say FUNKY. There's nothing wrong with the 70s words!! The heater smell combined with the fresh paint from last weekend's efforts combined with some atrocious dog-gas that Timber is spewing is kinda giving me a headache. I guess Timber is getting me back for last night. I said something to the dog and he turned his head as if I had bad breath. Come ON!! You know your breath wreaks when something that licks its own ass and drinks out of the toilet turns his head away from your breath. Damn dog. Y'all should see him right now. He's laid out on the couch like a little bitch, not curled up like a dog oughtta be.
Turns out I'm not the only broke-ass at work. Several of us are down to peanut butter sandwiches and beans. We've started pooling our resources for meals. Today Chuck (T.I.T.S.) brought a crock pot full o' beans for lunch. The boy can cook pretty damn good. I brought cornbread. Tomorrow I'm taking the stuffing for breakfast tacos and Matt is bringing the tortillas. One of the coaches previously brought a bag of Starbuck's Breakfast Blend coffee so that'll be good with the breakfast tacos.
CeeCee's up to 4lbs 1oz and is out of the incubator. Sweet! She has to be able to nurse enough to sustain herself and sit in a carseat before she can go home, but it won't be long now. I hate to tell her but life will never again be as good as she had it in N.I.C.U. I mean, at first she was layin' there in nothing but a diaper in a controlled temp environment, a tube feeding her every few hours, a warmer in the mattress, someone assigned to pamper her...who the hell wouldn't like THAT? Ha!!
My nephew and his wife had a baby at the end of July. Bless Addie's heart, she seems huge compared to tiny CeeCee. My nephew calls her Fatty Addie and I fussed at him. About the time I stopped fussing she spit up. I said, "AH-HA!! You've made her bulimic!!!" He just shook his head.
Well, fart-ripples. It doesn't look like I'll be talking shit to Flying Purple Moose anytime soon. At least not about Cowboy football. Oh, well. Just a week or two to NCAA basketball. Oh, yeahhhh...
Later! October 21 SA-TUR-DAY...Night....Hey!I am a dull person. d-u-l-l. I'm at home (again) on a Saturday night watching the World Series with my dog. And he's not really watching - he's crapped out on the couch.
I hired a guy to paint my spare room. I'm glad as hell that I'm not paying this guy by the hour. And I'm glad he just got out of jail and needs money so he'll work cheap. Ha! This little 10 X 10 room took him most of the day and he has to come back tomorrow to put on the second coat. Sheesh. He's doing a good job, he's just taking a while. I wanted to say "dude, this ain't the frickin' Sistine Chapel" but I didn't. (I have no idea if I spelled that correctly.) I can't wait til he finishes so I can put stuff back in there and get my house straightened out. The newly painted room is to become my sewing/crafts/office room. It's gonna be great. Right now my sewing stuff is in the room at the very back of the house and it's creepy back there. It's claustrophobic and if anyone sneaked in the front door I wouldn't hear them and would be trapped with no way to escape whatever horrible thing was about to happen to me. (I have an excellent imagination and can scare the piss out of myself - and have on numerous occasions.)
Okay, have y'all heard about the guy that played Screech on "Saved by the Bell"? This guy is so desperate to be in movies that he has now made a porn movie. My imagination is not good enough to imagine this guy being an object of desire. Well, it wasn't until I heard in an interview the other day that he has a 10-inch schlong. I admit, that's a tad intriguing. And that's alllll I'll say about THAT.
Something else Hollywoody (scuse the pun).... Where in the world is Star Jones? Remind me not to piss off Barbara Walters....wow. I'm not a Star Jones fan or anything - I just think it's weird that she has disappeared off the face of tv. Think she'll reappear on Celebrity Fit Club? I used to enjoy The View on the random day I was home from work. Not anymore....too much Rosie.
Boy, boy, boy. I feel like I'm hanging by my fingernails on the edge of a cliff. I am flat broke. How many weeks are frickin' in October....7??? I get paid once a month and it's been a looooong time since I saw a deposit slip. Come onnnnnnn Thursday!!!!! I told my friend that I couldn't go to lunch with her because I'm broke. She was incredulous. You mean you make more than me and you're already broke? Uh, yes, I make more than you but you have a husband at your house that also brings home a check and makes your house payment and pays your utilities blah blah blah. "Oh yeah." Bitch.
I hope all of you are having a more exciting weekend than I, and it wouldn't take much for that to be the case.
Adios, amigos y amigas.... October 16 NellyNo, I'm not talking about the rapper.
On the regional news tonight I saw a story that made me physically ill. www.kltv.com Read the headline about the dog being dragged, or if you need to actually see the results of animal cruelty in order to grasp what happened, watch the video. Nelly is the name given to a beautiful chocolate lab that was dragged behind a pickup truck for no telling how long. It's Nelly as in "tough as nails" because this amazing dog survived (so far) despite major loss of hide (skin), toenails being pulled out, and the betrayal of humans. According to the vet she's not out of the woods yet due to the extent of her injuries. I can't believe that someone could be that cruel. I can't even write about this without crying. Just look at her sweet, trusting face. Law enforcement thinks juveniles did this. Juveniles. Good God. How scary is that? I wonder if the guys that dragged and killed Mr. Byrd [Jasper, Texas] behind their truck began by dragging helpless dogs? What could have been in the mind of a "juvenile" that would lead them to drag a dog behind a truck? What kind of person has no regard for the life of a pet? Hunting animals for food, or even sport, is different than tying a dog to the trailer hitch just for the hell of it. The only justice would be like-treatment. Somebody needs to tie those little mother f*ckers to their trailer hitch and drag them down the road even if it's just for a few yards (but let them wonder how long they'll be tied up back there) - just long enough to let them feel the terror and pain they caused another life. I pray to God that the cops find these kids and prosecute them to the full extent of the law, which won't be nearly enough punishment. This makes me furious and yet incredibly, incredibly sad. Sad for the dog but also sad for the kids that did it. I imagine their souls and hearts being totally empty - void of feeling for anything, even themselves. I feel sad for them but I don't feel much compassion. But then again they may just be mean as hell, in which case hell will be a good place for them. Growing up in this part of the world where hunting is big and dogs are often not pets but just another facet of hunting (bird dogs, coon dogs, hog dogs), and where dog fights are held in back alleys and in the woods, I'm sure there's some sentiment that the kids involved in this event shouldn't be punished because "it was just a dog." They would call me a humaniac and accuse me of caring more for an animal than a person. In this case they're right. I do care more for that innocent dog than I do for those kids who were responsible for unimaginable cruelty. I won't apologize for that and anyone who thinks otherwise can kiss my rosy red ass.
Timber's not sure why, but he's enjoying the extra attention and extra lovin' he's gotten tonight after we watched the news. Even though I have lots of friends and a loving family, I would be a lonely person without my dog. He's with me all the time. He shows me unconditional love. I'm responsible for him and his well-being. He not a substitute for humans, he's a bonus. When I'm happy he celebrates and plays. When I'm sad he curls up with me while I cry. He makes me laugh. In all honesty, if I didn't have him to care for I could very easily crawl up in a ball on Friday and not come out of it until Monday morning. He's most definitely an anti-depressant.
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I'm going to see my CeeCee tomorrow. She's up to 3 lbs 9 oz. She misses me and she's been sending me telepathic messages to come see her. She's very powerful. I will also get to see my other new niece, Addie. Addie was born on schedule and was a wopping almost 8 lbs at birth. She's a blessing. Barely two months apart, Addie and CeeCee will probably be thick as thieves in a few years. It'll be a blast!
Today I went to the produce stand and bought 4 monster pumpkins for my old-ass nieces and nephews to carve for Halloween. Ha! The same old-ass nieces and nephews that hunt eggs at Easter also have a pumpkin carving contest. I think it's awesome. My parents were fun like that and it's cool to know that my great nieces & nephews will enjoy the same type of parents.
Take care! Love your pet....or your kid.....or your significant other.....and most definitely yourself....
October 13 Wandering mind...Ever heard that old saying, "An idle mind is the devil's workshop"? I'm a believer. Weird stuff pops into my head sometimes. Examples:
I know some really, really nice people. Some of them are quiet, unassuming, very white bread people. They probably blush everytime they fart even if they're alone. Most of these people that I know have the same type of person as a spouse. And they have children. I can't for the life of me feature these people in the throes of passion. I can't even feature them mildly turned on in the dark with their pajamas on. I know, I'm not supposed to feature it - it's none of my business, but DANG. I guess they did the dirty at some point as they have children, but I just can't imagine. Maybe I'm telling on myself - okay, I'm a dirty girl. I like to do dirty things with dirty boys. Ha! But back to the nice people - what on earth would foreplay consist of for these people? Horny is technically a natural, biological function, but if one thinks sex is dirty then what could get a nice person in the mood to go against the "dirty" mindset in order to procreate? Not to mention just a plain old screw. Sheesh. As my dear, departed, blessed mother would say, "A hard pecker is hard to ignore." She was so wise.
What makes some people weird, and what makes me think they're weird? I mean, maybe I'm the weird one. According to some of my best friends and many relatives, I'm definitely the weird one.
How can siblings who grew up with the same parents in the same house remember events and relationships so incredibly different? My brother and sister and I can all describe something from our childhoods, the same exact thing, but you would think we never even knew each other. Each of us had a totally different perspective and saw things so differently. Yet we feel we share such a common bond. Pfffft. They're so jealous that I was our parents' favorite. Ha!!
It's been a strange week. A friend had a motorcycle wreck, a friend's cancer has reared its ugly head again, a friend had a seizure outta the blue, one of the football kids had to have surgery on a broken leg, one of the coaches spazzed out and showed her ass. I guess, with the cooler weather, that the kids are feelin' their oats because they've been clowning and actin' up a bit. Not bad, just enough to put the adults on edge wondering how far they'll take the clowning.
I am so thankful that I don't live in Buffalo (another strange event), NY. Whew! Lotsa snow up there. I'm not much for snow. When I was six years old we moved to North Texas and it snowed during the Christmas holidays. We were so excited as we had never seen snow before, especially not a foot of snow. We would play and then go inside to warm up. Being the youngest I was always a few steps behind my older siblings. As a result, I thought I would save time by just slipping my stockinged feet into my rubber galoshes without my real shoes. I ended up with frostbitten toes. Ouch. I didn't lose any toes or anything but I still remember how bad that hurt. So the only way I like my snow is in a paper cone with flavored juice on it (snowcone).
Terrell Owens has acted like an ass all week. Ya know, from Pee-Wee Football all the way through college - if ya don't go to practice, ya don't play. So why does TO think he can skip training camp and then have a successful regular season? Puh-leaze. I say we give him a big block o' cheese to go with all that whine. And somebody needs to tell Mr. Jerry Jones that ya reap what you sow. He signed a troublemaker and all he's gotten is trouble. Enjoy it, Jerry, ya dumbass.
Enough wandering. G'night. October 09 Autumn?Ahhhh.... I think it's autumn. There's a slight chill in the air in the mornings. The leaves fell off my trees about a month ago due to the drought so I'll miss the beautiful fall colors in my yard. Fall and Spring are my favorite seasons. Fall because of the colors and because it's an end to the intense Texas heat - Spring because it's all about new life, new growth. As a woman I'm used to "faking it" a little bit so that's what I'm doing tonight. (Ha!) I'm realllly in the mood for cooler weather so I turned the air conditioner down to 74 and made myself a cup of vanilla tea. Mmm.
The changing seasons here are kinda hard to cope with in a fashion sense. It may be 40 in the morning and 90 in the afternoon. I enjoy watching the kids come & go to classes as their outfits run a gamut of styles. Some kids come by looking like Nanook of the North and others like they're headed for the pool (but with chill bumps). By that afternoon, Nanook has tied his sweatshirt around his waist and is sweating. The weatherman is predicting even cooler weather and some rain by this weekend. RAH!
Everytime I turn on the television I see poor ol' Anna Nicole Smith and all her sadness. Don't you wonder if some of these "movie stars" ever take a break from being weird? Or is their world so weird that they don't realize they're behaving strangely? Bury the boy, Anna.
What about the woman who used her baby as a weapon? Yeah. The bitch got mad at her boyfriend so she swung her baby around in the air and whacked the boyfriend with her. Can't you just imagine what was going on in her head?
Woman: GRRRR. I'm so mad at my boyfriend. I wish I had a baseball bat but I don't. But wait, I have this ol' baby here. She feels kinda sturdy. I'm gonna put this damn baby up 'side his damn head. YEAH. I'm so resourceful!!! I bet Martha Stewart will have me as a guest on her show since I'm so good at finding multiple uses for things. It's a baby - it's a battering ram. Niiiice.
I went to our football game this past weekend. I sat on the steps leading from the sideline to the bleachers. I was eye level with some young butts of all sizes in really tight football pants. And, oh yeah, they played really well and we won!! If you've read my last few posts you probably think I'm obsessed with men's asses. That's pretty accurate. Ha! By the end of the third quarter those guys were stinky in a big way. Yech. Not a pleasant manly musk. Nope, nope...they pretty much smelled like shit. Sweaty shit. I left with two minutes on the clock so they wouldn't want to give me a victory hug. I wasn't sure if I could wash that smell off and I was going out with friends after the game. I called the coach to leave a message on his voice mail. To my surprise he answered his phone. I told him, "Coach, that was a great win. I think I climaxed after that last touchdown [because I was so happy we clenched the win at that point against our arch rival]." He giggled, "Me, too!" Ha!! It was great, especially since the coach from the other school had been talking smack all week in the media. He's a jerk. Bonus: Our drill team had the cutest routine so we "won" halftime, too. It was the halftime from hell, lasting nearly an hour. They're usually about 20-30 minutes. The opponents had a drill team routine, band marched, twirlers twirled, and drill team did another routine. Then our group had a drill team routine, band did their performance, then another looooong drill team routine. I can't stand bad twirlers and flag bearers. They're just awful. The twirlers the other night were the biggest ones I've ever seen (major thunder thighs), which I thought was odd for a college group. Our band just has two feature twirlers instead of a whole majorette line. I don't know why they feature them, tho, because they stink. Our band is awesome - 250 strong. They sound great and I get chills everytime they perform. They start out marching end to end and then meet in the middle of the field and turn toward the stands and the sound is so powerful that I get goosebumps. I found out that two of our cheerleaders are deaf - proof of what I've said for years - that chearleaders don't pay attention to what's happening on the field. I never would have known they were deaf if someone hadn't told me - they did a great job.
CeeCee is over 3 lbs now!! And wearing clothes!! Did you know that it's work for a baby to poop? The nurses told my sister-in-law that as CeeCee wasn't all that interested in nursing the other day after pooping. She just wanted to sleep. Now, that's a helluva poop and I gotta give my little niece her props. The more I hear the more I realize how like me she is. Ha!!
My friend's husband had a motorcycle wreck on the way to work this morning. Some guy pulling a trailer turned left in front of my friend and he had to lay his bike down to keep from hitting the trailer. He's in ICU because he has a helluva concussion and a nasty gash on his leg. He'll be fine - they just wanted to keep an eye on the concussion. My friend is so hateful. Her husband's short term memory wasn't all that great due to the conk on the head. She showed him his leather jacket which EMT cut off of him and it freaked her husband out that it was all cut up. Then she waited about twenty minutes and showed it to him again. And he freaked out again. Then she waited about twenty minutes and showed it to him again. And he.....you get the picture. She was laughing her ass off at her own meanness and I enjoyed it, too. A cool thing? Last weekend was this guy's birthday and he got a really nice helmet. Today was the first day he had ever worn that helmet and it probably saved his life. {insert theme from Twilight Zone here}
Tomorrow is Tuesday. Tuesday is a nothing day. It's not Monday so you don't dread it all that much. It's not Wednesday so it doesn't signify anything like "you're halfway to the weekend" and Tuesday doesn't have a cool nickname like "hump day." Thursday is the day before Friday, and Friday is, well, heaven. So Tuesday is nothing but another day. I'll have to find something that makes Tuesday a special day. October 05 Fiddle-de-deeWell, fiddle-de-dee. I broke a rule today and paid the price.
RULE: Never go to the grocery store when you're hungry.
So while I was at WalMart buying dog food and dog treats, I just thought I would grab a little sompn sompn to fix for supper. I decided the chicken enchilada "kit" in the freezer section looked really good and would be a snap to fix. By the time I thawed and opened and assembled all the little packages of stuff, I could have fixed REAL chicken enchiladas that would have tasted a lot better than what I ended up with on my plate. Blech. Whoever the cook is at Swanson's dinners sure as hell didn't learn to cook from my mama. They put about 1/2 cup of chicken, and some faux cheese sauce and said that was enough to make 7 enchiladas. Pffft. I ended up putting about a tablespoon of chicken mixture on six tortillas. I kept waiting for a note in the package that said "this isn't REALLY chicken." It was strange - kinda spongy, probably from all the salt. After a coupla bites my mouth started drawing up from the salt. Blech. I ate a couple of the enchiladas and then handed it over to Timber. Both of us have been drinking water like crazy ever since. Me from a glass, him from the toilet. Note to self: Don't ever buy another "kit" for supper.
I've been needing vaccuum cleaner bags for awhile. If I remembered them while at the store, then I couldn't remember what kind of damn vaccuum cleaner I have. (!) If I remember the type of cleaner I have then I'd forget to pick up the damn bags. Today I remembered the type of cleaner (Eureka Bravo II) and remembered the bags while at the store. I was so excited. So I go to the wall of vaccuum cleaner bags and guess what? They don't list the types of cleaners on the package anymore - they list the effing model number. Well, hell, I don't know the model number for the Eureka Bravo II!! Is it the AA, U, or F&G bag? I don't know! I bought some U's because they looked like what I remember my bags looked like but I haven't been brave enough to check it out yet. I know that I'll have to go back to WalMart if they're the wrong ones and the thought of that makes me SICK. That and the fact that I just burped up a little bit of those nasty-ass enchiladas. {shiver}
My niece sent me new pix of CeeCee. At nearly 2lbs 12oz she looks huge compared to 2lbs 2oz where she started! In one of the pictures she was frowning. She has my frown line between her little eyes! My friend Cindy at cinscorner would get a kick out of the pix. CeeCee likes to sleep in her snuggle thing (looks like an oblong donut) with her legs slung over the end. My niece said it looks like CeeCee is floating down the Guadalupe (like Cindy does every year) the way she kicks back as if in an innertube. She's so funny. As tiny as she is she makes her preferences known. She has to have one foot out of the covers, she likes to sleep on her back with her feet over the snuggle thing, and she is not a patient baby when she gets hungry.
At the football game this weekend, at my place of business, there will be about a hunnerd people there to watch the game and about 3,000 to watch the halftime show. The two most famous drill teams in the world will be performing. Actually, the first two drill teams in the world - copied from the NYC Rockettes. It's kinda sad. The first half will be great and then there's mass exodus after the halftime show. You get the feeling that, if the drill teams didn't need a venue for performance, the schools would do away with their football programs. Football is very expensive. Lots of players, lots of equipment, lots of coaches salaries. With the extreme popularity of high school football in Texas, the Big 12 and other big-time college games on television every Saturday, and the NFL on Sunday/Monday, small college football suffers. Probably because nobody gambles on it. People are interested in high school because they have kids playing or participating in one of the many groups associated with football. [Many] people like big-time college ball and the NFL because they gamble on the outcomes. Fans don't invest much of anything in small college ball. It's a shame because there are some really good athletes that had to go the small college route for any number of reasons (usually grades). So....if you live near a small college, go check 'em out. I think you'd be pleasantly surprised and admission is always cheap.
Ugh. I gotta go get another glass o' water. Later.....
October 04 BLECH!!I suspected I might have a sucky day when I walked into the office and the intern and student worker were both worked up about all the puke at the front door of the gym. (I came in the side door.) We don't know who did it, but we know it was there at 6:30 a.m. when the baseball team came in to condition. So, I asked if they called the custodial people and they had but got no response. I tried for the next ten minutes or so to get in touch with the custodial people to no avail. I gave up and called the training room and asked one of the trainers to bring me a mop bucket and mop. Yep, my day started off by cleaning up vomit. SOMEbody had to do it!! If it had been anywhere but the damn front door I might have considered it in the "not my problem" category and continued to try reaching the custodial department. Blech.
Another sucky thing? My friend's sister just found out she still has cancer after a helluva round of chemo and some radiation. This will be her third round with breast cancer, which is now in her chest wall. She'll have a scan tomorrow to find out the extent of damage. Very disheartening.
I have toned down my near-euphoric state of well-being with my own family. Well, at least when I speak to my friend who is now struggling with bad news of her sister. I mean, I'm nothing but good news about my peeps! Cee-Cee is right at 2 lbs 12 oz and doing great! My niece's blood pressure is way down. My brother's biopsy (prostate) had good results. All the other nieces and nephews are awesome. My sister and sister-in-law are good. Timber is amazing. My pregnant daughter-in-law is doing well. Grandbabies are amazing. My son is doing well in Belgium in his final year as a pro-basketball player. Life is scarily exceptional!! I'm such a pessimist that all this good news is beginning to make me nervous. I hate it that I'm like that but I can't anymore help it than the man in the moon.
It's "Parents' Day" this weekend at the college where I work. Whoop-de-frickin'-doo. I guess I'll go to the tailgate party and football game to make nice-nice - even though I don't care shit nor shinola about any of it. It's "expected." They hired several new administrators this year who are all gung-ho about promoting "involvement" and "participation" in college events. Well, after thirty years and five different bosses, I've lost my enthusiasm. That's how I know it's time to go to the house. One guy wanted my ideas on how to get faculty/staff to come to the games. I told him we had already tried everything I could think of and I was counting on his new blood to come up with new ideas. He listed several things but I told him we had already done all that over the years. I hated to burst his bubble and sound so negative, but if somebody doesn't like football you can't do anything that's gonna lure them to the games (other than paying them.) I tried to explain to him that some people like the athletics, some people like musicals and theater, some just want to work and go home. He's young - he'll figure it out. Another guy wanted to reserve a bunch of seating for the group he's trying to get to go to the game Saturday. Bad idea. If you reserve a block of seats and that group doesn't show up it looks really bad. Just let 'em sit where they want. They're way over-thinking a damn football game.
I went to lunch with Chuck T.I.T.S. today. There was a time when I could go to lunch with a young whipper-snapper and we'd get wondering looks. Is that young guy dating an older woman? Is that slightly older woman tappin' dat young ass? Ooooo, he has him a Sugar-mama. Nowadays I get looks that say "isn't it nice that that boy is taking his mother to lunch?" Ugh.
The damn Astros fired Jim Hickey (pitching coach). I'm distraught. He was hot, people. Very, very hot. I have no idea if he was a good coach. Don't care! The only thing hotter than his looks is his voice. Whew. Oh come on, you think I watch sports for the gamemanship? Pfffft!
What do y'all think of former senator Mark Foley? You know, the gay perv that e-mailed the young boys. I can't help but think when I hear Speaker of the House Hastert and the others denying knowledge, etc, that they were treating Foley like families treat "that uncle" or "that cousin." You know, the one that everybody knows is gay but they just kinda ignore it and/or don't talk about it at family gatherings. Your mother tells you "just stay away from Uncle Mark" but you don't know why. But you do stay away because you sense he ain't like the rest of ya. The Republicans thought the ol' boy was harmless so they just tried their best to ignore him. Now the Democrats have gotten all over the story like stink on shit. So what trumps what? Presidential heterosexual blow-job versus Senatorial gay child-stalker. Hmmm. I know what will "win" in Texas but not sure how the country will vote. Well, at least the guy got voters' minds off the Iraqi war. My favorite thing is the "I'm in rehab because I know [now that I got caught] I need help. Oh, and I was molested as a child. And, and, OH YEAH, it was done by a, er, a clergyman. Yeah, that's how it was. I'm an alcoholic who was molested by a preacher. Yeah, that's my story and I'm stickin' to it."
I can't even comment on the recent school shootings. They're incomprehensible. They're so terrible that my brain just kinda shuts down if I try to think about them. I can't imagine how people directly involved with such a tragedy cope. I hope the media will leave the Amish people alone as they requested and let them bury their dead in peace.
Here I am at the end of Hump Day and haven't humped all day. Ha! I wish I were more of a joiner.
Later..... October 01 Cabbage LeavesI got a call from a friend this morning at 5:00 a.m. (note: I am NOT a morning person). This friend just had her first baby last week. Based on the time of the call and the circumstance, I feared something was terribly wrong. Here's our conversation:
Me: (Friend's name)? What's wrong?
Friend (crying): My breasts are engorged and the baby can't nurse.
Me: What do you want me to do?
Friend (still crying): I need you to go to the store and bring me some cabbage.
Me: WHAT?
Friend: The labor & delivery nurse said cabbage will take down the swelling and allow the milk to come in.
Me: Cabbage? Are you SERIOUS?
Friend: Yes. I'm gonna go get in the hot shower and then I need to wrap my breasts with cabbage leaves.
Me: You're SERIOUS?
Friend: YES!!
Me: I'm on my way.
So I picked up yesterday's clothes off the floor and put 'em on, peed, brushed my teeth, and off I went to the grocery store. The guy dropping off the newspapers, a checker, and I were the only people visible in the store at that time of day. I grab three heads of cabbage and checked out. The girl checking me out was looking at me really strangely but I didn't blame her a bit. Why would a woman who looked like she'd been rode hard and put away wet be doing at 5 in the morning buying three heads of cabbage? But she didn't ask, to her credit, and since it was so fricking early I wasn't inclined to be chatty and fill her in on the clogged up breasts.
My friend lives in a little town about 15-20 miles from where I live so it took me nearly 40 minutes to go by the store and then get there. She was pacing in front of her house when I arrived. Honestly, I figured her husband must have been at work since she called me but when I got there I found out he was home and her mother was also there visiting. I thought it odd to call me 20 miles away when she had two family members right there, but she's my friend and if she needed me that's fine. So I peeled off cabbage leaves, washed them, and helped her wrap them around her fevered and hard boobs. She was wound up pretty tight so I sat down with her and talked and visited to keep her mind off things. After about an hour the leaves were wilted (that's the signal that it's time to change the leaves) so we unpacked her bra and refilled them with fresh leaves. And ya know what? By golly, it was working. The fever was nearly gone and her milk had started flowing a little bit. Relief!
I spent about three hours with my buddy and then came home and went back to bed. I might should have stayed longer but, dang, I ain't Mother Theresa. My friend did need me to bring cabbage but she could have sent her husband. Don't think he was just there not being helpful - he was taking care of the baby while my friend took care of herself. I think, though, that she needed to feel like she had someone she could call. In a way, maybe even subconsciously, I feel she was testing me. I think she wanted to show her mother (who was NOT being supportive nor helpful) that she didn't need her. I think she wanted to show herself that she didn't need her mother. Mothers and daughters have so many issues, even the best relationships. I called to check on them a bit ago but they were napping so she'll call me later.
I've been blessed with some really great friends in my life who have been with me through some tough times so I hope I was able to do that for my little buddy.
Rah! The Cowboys just won. Life is good. Did you see that creep from the Titans stomp the center's head with his cleats? What a dumbass. I hope the League fines the shit out of him. Next week at Philadelphia. Sports media is trying to make that a big dramatic thing with T.O. blah blah blah. I don't know how the fans in Dallas proper feel, but us "rural" fans are so "done" with T.O.'s bullshit. We just want to see some quality football. If we liked his kind of drama we'd be theater fans.
Later!
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