last night i watched my Superbowl dreams fly right out the window. all thanks to a hypothermic QB1. at least, i hope he was hypothermic. because otherwise, there’s little excuse for the game he played last night. the New York Giants deserved to win that football game…and you know why, Brett? because Eli Manning actually completed his passes. he moved his ball down the field. oh, and also…he didn’t throw TWO interceptions…one very crucial one in overtime. Imagine that…
I watched this travesty on my couch at home, with my 102.8′ed toddler in hand, instead of at WEGZ, with my 2.5 beers in hand. and maybe that was for the best. because i was annoyed. and angry. and sad. and i yelled at my tv a lot. I wasn’t expecting to be cheering for the Patriots at the Superbowl this year. (also, i’m sure i will be taking lots of shit from lots of my friends. it’s okay, i can take it.)
and usually, i take a lot of heat, no problem. i’m somewhat of a pacifist that way. i usually know when to put my hands in my lap, a smile across my face, and zip to the lip. for example, i refuse to discuss politics with a whole variety of people. i will disclose, however, than come election day, i will be voting to put a Democrat into office. Obama, Hillary, hell, i’d even vote for Al Gore (but mostly because he was badass on 30 Rock…)…
anyway…there are certain things i just won’t take. One of those came on Saturday night when we went out to play pool. ps. i might be the world’s worst pool player. anyway, someone said this: “Americans are stupid” and i said, “whoa. dude. i’m pretty sure that’s a pretty bold generalization right there!” you see, being the only American amongst 11 Canadians, i pretty well felt it was my duty to stick up for my people. (ha. i said ‘duty’. i’m officially 12) and the argument went on for about, oh, well, a good 30 minutes.
perhaps, instead of that, i should have been arguing why it is that no one ever notices when i get a haircut? lucky for all of you, i TELL you, so you don’t even need to pretend to notice…also, i am so not sensitive to these things (reason #471 that i am un-chick-like)
but come on, people, that’s almost 4 inches off the bottom!! and also, that thing i’m wearing (i refuse to call it a camisole, because that makes me think of my grandmother. who, incidentally owns a shirt that i wanted to buy at Anthropologie.) is A-FUCKING-MAZING. i own 11 of them now. and i pretty much wear one every single day. they sell them at RW&Co, in case you were wondering…
now? still nothing?
well, i’ll leave you with this…both the girls are funny in this video…but you have to keep an eye on Isabella. This was before the whole let’s-get-a-high-ass-fever-and-glue-ourselves-to-mommy-forever incident; when we took the kids 5-pin-bowling…
today is the last day to vote if you haven’t already….i’ve been nominated for FOUR Canadian Blog Awards. Please vote for me! This year you can only vote ONCE per CATEGORY per round…so i’d love it if you could throw at least one my way…
i’m nominated in for Cheaper Than Therapy for:
Best Personal Blog
and for Juice for:
Best Entertainment/Cultural Blog
shnikes! i knew there was something i’d forgotten!!
It’s an online baby shower! for mothergoosemouse!
I am supposed to share some tips on having a boy. but, yes, everyone knows about covering wieners whilst changing diapers. and i like to break the rules…so i’ll just share a good Josh story.
“Daddy, i want chocolate milk”
“NO”
“Daddy, i want chocolate milk”
“NO”
“Daddy, i want chocolate milk”
“NO”
“Then die!”
(channeling his VERY best Lord Vader)
Julie – i don’t even know if you know who i am…but i want to tell you…i LOVE my girls…but boys are awesome. the superheroes. the video games. the star wars. they are just like girls without the whole, you know, emotional side. also, they have wieners…but i just pretend that doesn’t exist…because it scares me a little 
