Football Followup

Ok, I realize it's only pre-season and anything can happen. I'm going on record here and I'm saying the Raven's are going to kick some a*s this season!! This is my second football post and the regular season hasn't even started, I'm pretty excited can you tell? I'm not the only one either. Have you stopped by Momspective lately to read what Julie has been up to? LOTS of football talk over there.
As I mentioned before, our hard and fast rule for game day is to eat some Fritos and Chili Cheese dip and you know we have been. The Ravens are 3-0 right now and I've already gained a pound. Superstition, tradition whatever, we're sticking with it. Chris over at Lohman Trading is a proud Steelers fan. Don't know what they do on game day but maybe we can find out. Stacie at Stacie's Madness has announced herself a Bears fan. She occasionally scores some tickets to the game, lucky girl. Maria over at Conversations With Moms calls herself a football fan, yet, she hasn't committed to a team, at least that I know of. Maria?
I understand that Julie's game day tradition is to take her pants off for the win!! Of course in the privacy of her own home. I'm pretty sure you can't do that at the stadium! Also, I believe Julie as well as my friend Jennifer are Carolina Panthers fans. Hmmm, well they looked ok on Saturday. Of course the headline I read on Sunday was "Ravens Declaw Panthers 17-13" . What's up with that? Frito/Cheese dip mojo is stronger than the de-pants? Could that be it?

Are you ready for some football? Everyone, stop by these great blogs if you haven't already. And say hi for me.

Sunday Seven

Happy Sunday All! Want to play? Just give us a list of seven...anything you want. No pressure, it's the weekend. Place your link here. Comments are not mandatory but always very appreciated.

I Must Burn My House Down

I don't want to do it, I like my house, or at least I used to like it. I really don't have another place to live either, except maybe with one of my children. What do you say kids, who gets Momma? Maybe I can still avoid it, I'll give it one more day.

Ok, 2 days ago I crawled out of bed all bleary eyed, I'm so not a morning person. I was jamming my feet into my slippers thinking of coffee when I saw it! An evil, sneaky, jumping cricket! He jumped up and into my BED!! I grabbed one of my slippers and went commando. Under the pillow he went and I was right behind him and I was not letting him get away, oh the thought of him getting away!! I chased him across the bed, ran around to the other side but now he was under the sheets, ick. Now I have a pillow in one hand and a slipper in the other, screaming at the stupid cricket. I tripped on a cord in my haste (panic) and fell into the table knocking over the lamp (destroyed) and the clock. By the time I got myself back up he had zipped off the bed and under the dresser. He was playing possum and NOT coming out.

Let me explain that this was not your regular big, black, chirpy cricket. This was one of those creepy, smallish, brown ones that don't chirp. Silent and sneaky so you never know where they are.

Anyway, I ripped everything off the bed and threw it all in the washing machine. Later in the afternoon I went back into that chamber of horrors to look for that evil bug once more and hopefully, put some clean sheets back on my bed. I stuck my head in, nothing. Looked under the bed, no cricket. As I got up from the floor I saw him near the closet door. Showdown! Now I have not a wimpy bedroom slipper but a real shoe, got him on the first try. YES! My world is safe once more. Clean sheets on the bed, happy day.

After the sheets I decided to clean my bathroom. I have a big jaccuzi tub and you have to climb in the tub in order to clean it. I got in I wiped the surround and the window sills, feeling happy with the clean smells and the sunshine. I turned around and there in the tub with me was a giant cricket the size of a CAT! Oh yeah, no kidding. He must have been hiding in the water jet thing. I jumped out of that tub in a blink, slipped on the floor, banged my head on the door frame. The cricket was pretty happy in his bathtub because he didn't go anywhere while I was busy bruising my body parts. I murdered him with a hair brush.

To me, crickets are in the same category as boa constrictors. I'm ok with regular old bugs, mice, whatever. How would you feel about having your house virtually taken over by boa constrictors? Exactly.

As I said...I must burn my house down, it's the only answer.

WW - I Can Tie!

Tuesday Randomness

Random thoughts, yep, I have those and I can share them here whether you read them or not.

This morning I was trolling around the bloggy world and stopped at The Bloggess. In a matter of moments I was laughing out loud and my stomache hurt. This woman is seriously funny and she can write. If you have never read her blog you really need to give it a try!

The other day I walked downstairs after emptying trash cans upstairs. I had 2 little bags of trash in my hand. My hubs was heading out into the garage so I handed him the bags to throw away. He said to me "what's that?". To which I answered....trash. He comes back with "what kind of trash?" Me...just trash. What? Can you see my eyes rolling into the back of my head?

It occurred to me yesterday that the best place to look for a job in this economy is at the unemployment office. Apparently they are busier than one armed paper hangers over there.

We had a cookout over the weekend, all of our kids and the in laws. I had 2 different cakes for dessert a blueberry and a chocolate. I served coffee and asked the in laws what kind of cake they would like. My MIL wanted chocolate so I was cutting that and my FIL said he would like chocolate as well. MIL says "give him the blueberry because I'm going to give him a litte bit of mine". I looked at him and asked what he would like and he, again, says chocolate. She started getting a little red in the face and insisted that I give him blueberry. Well, I gave him blueberry and laughed while I put it in front of him. Me, "I know you don't want this but I have my orders, so eat it and like it".

Speaking of families, I was thinking, You might be a redneck if......nevermind, that's for another day.

Have a great day all.

I Love This Award!

I'm so excited! I was given this award today by Staci over at Just Bloggled. This is such an honor particularly because I really love her blog. According to Staci it means I love your blog. Thanks so much.

The award comes along with a couple of rules, nothing difficult, and they are:

1. Copy the image above.

2.Pass the award on to the bloggers you feel deserve. As many as you like.

3. Leave a message or a comment with the bloggers you give it to, notifying them of the award.

4. Leave a comment on the blog of the person who gave it to you.

It's nice to share it around, who doesn't enjoy being recognized?

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Where Is Your Mother?

Before I get started on my rant I want to wish a very Happy Birthday to Lin over at Duck and Wheel with String. Stop by today and wish her well.

Yesterday Buggy and I, along with my daughter and one of her friends, went to my neighborhood pool for the afternoon. We haven't been over there at all this summer since, until recently, I was working every day and then weekends seem to be crazy busy! The weather was beautiful and sunny and about 95 degrees. Perfect pool side weather. We packed a picnic lunch and headed over.

The pool wasn't terribly crowded, maybe 50 people. We snagged a table and spread out. Then we came to a hurdle, small but real, in our idyllic afternoon. Buggy is at the age where she takes her injuries quite seriously. She had several bandaids on her leg, one was actually a case of broken skin, the others were bug bites and what not, you know. That was a good 8 minute discussion during which she announced that she might "pass out" if we removed the bandaid from her cut. *sigh* Drama Queen did you mutter? I tired of the whole thing quickly and told her she could just sit at the table while we went in the pool. It resolved itself pretty quickly after we walked away. Anyway, I got a little side tracked, let me get back to my rant.

Buggy was sticking right with us since she had Grandmom, Aunt Chrissy and Ms. Sarah as playmates, who else did she need? After lunch we waded back in for a dip. Aunt Chrissy and Ms. Sarah were swimming laps at that point and Buggy's eyes began to wander around for new playmates. Not far away there were 3 little girls splashing around, ages were probably 4, 5 and maybe 7. Buggy paddled over and asked if she could play with them, the 4 yo said ok. She announced her name and asked what theirs were, no answer. They were all trailing along behind the oldest girl, the boss, the leader. They all turned around facing the pool and awaiting new direction from their leader who now realized that Buggy had joined "her" group! She began whispering with her followers. They all moved to a different area, Buggy followed. She whispered some more. The little witch moved her blind cohorts down the pool a bit.

At this point Buggy was looking a little uncomfortable but didn't exactly understand. I decided to swim nearby and give that little dictator the "MOM" eye figuring she would be immediately intimidated and act a little nicer. I swam over until I was about 8 feet away from the brat, she didn't even blink, in fact, the whispering intensified. I glanced around wondering if the woman who had spawned this bundle of evil was even nearby. Not a single adult was looking their way. I just wanted to get a look at her.

Buggy was getting a bad feeling at this point and asked me why they wouldn't talk to her. Just then a boy threw his ball too far and Buggy picked it up and threw it back. The kid had the good manners to thank her for returning his ball! I told Buggy that since she had been so nice all day that I thought we should go out for an ice cream. Off we went...so there you little meanies!

Where were their mothers and have they taught those children nothing??? Admittedly, I was far more troubled by this than Buggy was, thank goodness. Wouldn't you have been?