Magical Musical Bliss!

Mingo Fishtrap is the best band ever. What's that you say? Am I sure? Hell yes, I'm sure! You will never see a bigger smile on my face (anything Gabi does notwithstanding) than when I am in the presence of this fabulous band. Any activity done without my clothes on does not count in this contest. OK, seriously. If they are playing anywhere near you, you must make plans to attend. You will have so much fun that your head will explode. I want to have babies with the entire band. Except Roger Sr because that might make it kinda weird when I have babies with Roger Jr. Hee! Buy their stuff. Go see them. They will make you !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!! All sorts of good things. They are funky, happy, R&B-ey, pop- y, cajun-ish, soul-y, rock-y, fun times, must dance, have a good time band. If you don't leave their show with a smile on your face, you have a cold black heart and your soul is dead. They are amazing and they will make you happy. Promise.

Big weekend!

OK, nothing particularly dazzling is happening this weekend. No weddings or trips to Vegas or anything.

Let's start with Friday: Gabi's last day at her old day care!!!! We went to register on Tuesday and I clocked it going home. Half. A. Mile!!! I will go from driving 50 miles out of my way daily to ONE! And even though the co-parent threatened to make me miserable for going ahead with this thing without his express written approval, he was very cooperative and genial at the new place when we were enrolling. It's hard to be mad when you can clearly see how much closer and nicer and better run this place is. Yeah, we'll miss the old place. She's been there for 4 years and as a 5 year old, you know that's like... 80% (math whiz I am!). So I'm stoked and tomorrow might be a little sad, but Monday is going to be the raddest Monday ever!

Saturday. My Mom is coming into town and we are going shopping! Shopping always makes good fun. Some call it a sickness. I call it the cure. Shapow!

Saturday night. Going to a concert in Fort Worth! Yeehaw! It'll be nice to actually do something different. I'm all about plugging the bands I love, but I am NOT all about announcing to the internet my exact location at a specific time. Ya dig? I'll plug on Sunday. You know I will!

Sunday.... I don't really have anything planned for Sunday, but since Friday and Saturday are looking marvelous as well as the rare fabulous Monday (marred only by a stupid dentist appointment), I'm sure it'll be swell and hopefully spent reading a book or .... something useful and productive.

Anyway, hope your weekend is swell as well. Soak it up! It only comes around once every five days! :)

It's Drew Times Two!

The Cowboys have acquired Drew Henson, a quarterback let go by the Bills. At first, I was stoked. Until I saw the statistics. I mean, I guess the Bills pulled it out last season, starting 0-3 and finishing 9-7. But he was let go. He was cut.

If I remember correctly, Parcells has been here three years and we've had three different quarterbacks (Carter, Testaverde, Bledsoe). And it's been my observance that it takes two years to really get a team together. Parcells's second year, I was very hopeful, thinking that he had his time to figure out what he needed to do to get the team to work together effectively. And then Quincy was gone. I was a little annoyed with that, but looking back now I guess it's a good thing (considering his recent admission to rehab). In 2004, we acquired Testaverde. Oh good. A big name! It must be a good thing! Well, it turned out to be a mediocre thing. We all had high hopes, but we still had Henson as a backup! I'd like to comment on how he plays, but to tell the truth, I really don't know. I hear the guy has promise and he's from Michigan for cripes sakes, so we know he doesn't suck.

So now we have Bledsoe. A name I recognize even though he's been playing in the AFC (quite a feat considering my fishbowl approach to sports). I'm hopeful yet left wondering how we ever expect to win this next Super Bowl, or even make the playoffs, if we keep changing the makeup of the team. I mean, I'm no expert, but the quarterback's pretty integral to shaping the team, no? So why does The Tuna keep changing the roster? It's like he's compiling his own personal all-star team which would probably be A-OK with Cowboys fans if we were actually, oh I don't know, WINNING?

Is it the team? Well, I don't think it's the individual parts. We've got the makings of a good team. Julius Jones, Keyshawn Johnson, Jason Witten, Dat Nguyen, Richie Anderson, Terry Glenn.... I could go on and on with the awesome players we've got on the roster. All we're lacking is a good quarterback to mush it all together. The same quarterback for at least two years. If I'm correct with my Cowboys history, it took Aikman 3 years to get to his first Super Bowl.

Jimmy Johnson gave the Cowboys something. Both a blessing and a curse: he let us know what it feels like to really be fans of champions. I mean, I know that feeling can't last forever and we've got to work our way back up to that place. We're just so eager to get back to that place that it gets frustrating when it seems like someone's messing with the formula. Whatever that may be. Cowboys fans have generally liked Parcells, but I'm not sure that this decision is going to go over so well. It just seems like he's trying to build a rickety team to withstand one season instead of a solid team that can grow with each other over a couple of years into a Super Bowl contender. Yeah. That's what I've been trying to say for the past 43 minutes! So anyway. It's only February. We've got six months to stew over it.

My phone rang this evening at about 7:00 pm. My HOME phone, which like, never rings. I keep it because of my entry alarm that I never use. But that's beside the point. Point is, who is calling me at 7 on a Friday night? Especially after that weird dream I had that it was Halloween and I was dressed up as Little Bo Peep.

Hello?

Please hold for a special message
*My eyes roll halfway out of my head. YOU called ME! Don't make me hold! I practice my patience. If no one picks up in ten seconds (generous!), then I'm hanging.....*

Hello? (says the voice of a young black man... you can just tell)

Yes?

Yes, ma'am. This is Kevin with Comcast. I just wanted to call and say thank you for your payment. (I had forgotten to pay last month, so I had paid two months at the same time. No big.)

Oh. Um. Well..... thanks for the...... cable!

Hahaha You're welcome, ma'am! Have a good night!

You too, Kevin!


How cool is that guy's job? Just calling people to tell them thank you? I hope that's all he does. That would rule. And I have to say, I usually hold a grudge against giant corporations that allegedly provide "customer service" but really, their only aim is to get you off the damn phone with them. But I have to say, Comcast has yet to piss me off. As opposed to say, Verizon who has angered me beyond rational levels multiple times. Also, I suspect that Jessica loves Comcast since she got internet and digital cable for a ridiculously low price. As in, less than I pay for my internet plus my BASIC cable! So why am I still doing it the old tired way? Honestly, because if I get cable internet, I could move my computer hutch to the other side of the living room and my entire apartment would make way more sense and I could totally watch TV while typing on the computer but I'm too lazy to move large pieces of furniture at this point.

Speaking of which... Why is Joan of Arcadia so good? On the surface, I should seriously not like it. It's about high school kids. And this girl talking to God. But it doesn't shove religion down your throat. And it's very well written. It's funny and sweet and kinda deep. Well, moreso than like, The OC anyway. Which is just pure, guilty fun with soapy writing and decent acting by Adam Brody and Rachel Bilson and very sad acting by Mischa Barton.

OK time for primping! It's FRIIIIIIDAY!

American Idol Overdramatization

I had to hand-write my American Idol notes since Gabi was TOTALLY hogging the computer! Hee! It’s OK, though. I had a good time kickin it old school with the pen and paper. So here are my notes….

Cameras in the elevator? Cool! But 30 seconds? How are they powering that thing? Hunchbacks?

Matthew Kester – Looks like an alien? Kinda scary? Oh whew. He’s not through. I wasn’t that impressed with him…

Wait… I thought we were finding out the same time they did? Remember that teaser? Guess I was confused…. If anyone has any insight on this, it’d be appreciated.

They show about five more dudes getting rejected. Denied!

David Brown - Oh PLEASE! As if we don’t know he’s through! He is so in. Judges love this guy. Told ya! Ka-ching! 100% so far.

Tammy Nash is part of the teaser… is there anything she doesn’t freak out about? Breathe!

Y’all, Veronica Mars was so good last night. What with Logan’s Mom and Abel Koontz all dying and stuff… like. Whoa. See? I can’t even pay attention to 30 second commercials. Also, this is how you know that this is totally stream of consciousness prose.

Back on!

Tammy Nash and Jessica Sierra – Only the judges know who goes through? I call BS. Nigel Lythgoe TOTALLY knows!

Why is Tammy crying? Nothing has even happened yet! I know she’s stressed, but sheesh. Jessica is going first anyway and she is totally through! Don’t know how I feel about that…

Tammy is in the hot seat and… she’s not crying? She’s done. I think she’s relieved. Aw, she congratulated Jessica! How sweet!

Nikko Smith – Have we seen him before? I don’t remember him which probably means he’s through. Because… why would they introduce us to someone new only to axe them? You can’t fool me, Lythgoe! And, he’s in. Toldja.

Aloha – Once again! Never heard of her! So she must be through….. and I’m right. AGAIN!

Mikalah – I think she’s through. I think Simon’s got a little crush. Haha! After Randy and Paula say how hard it is to send people home, Simon, oh so genially disagrees. Hee! She’s totally through! I like her except fo rthe buying her mom implants thing. Creepy? Is that a tattoo on her back? Hm, maybe it’s fake. I used to do fake tattoos in college. Man, talk about freaking people out! One time I put this gigantic blue/red/yellow/green bird on my back and people were all, “When did you get THAT?” Hee! Talk about an attention-getter. Ahem.

Commercial: Clairol will talk you through the massacre of your hair if you call them? How…. Sweet. Seriously, when I was getting my hair done last time, my “stylist” told me that most dye jobs they do are for people who tried to do it themselves first. Eek! I’ll take my chances with the professionals thank you very much.

Anthony – I predict he’s through (real hard, eh?). I think all the girls will go gaga for him all blonde and stuff. I’m totally right (natch), but can we comb his hair? What’s up with the mini-mohawk? Seriously. No.

Nadia! Yay!!!

Vonzell! Yay!!!

Carrie! Yay!!!

Those three were too easy. I’m glad they didn’t try to create drama around ‘em.

Judd Harris – Considering the first we heard of him was last week, I say he’s through. And…. I’m right! Toldja! Either I’m really good or they’re making this way too easy.

Erin – Never heard of her so that means…. They showed a clip and I’m hoping no! I hate her eye shadow. Holy scary eye shadow. Seriously. Wow. She’s a no. Thank goodness because I’m not sure I could take any more of her cosmetic shenanigans.

Ivan – No. Whoever you are. Thank goodness according to that clip.

Yolanda – Do we know her? Well, we don’t any more. Scoot.

Faith – Very confident. Or false security? I say no. I was right. I’m awesome, you guys! Whoa. Drama. Queen! You tried hard? Like everyone else didn’t? As if everyone else didn’t want it just as bad as you? Whoa, real likable with your rant there, doll. I don’t get people like this. Teaser: Ryan, we don’t need to see you calming her down! Don’t give her any more attention encouraging this behavior. I hate it when these people feel so entitled to win or get so far just because they tried hard or they were nice. Not the end of the world! This is what we get (as a society) when we repeatedly tell people that if they just want it enough, they can have whatever they want! I mean, I’m all for an optimistic outlook, but you have to be talented and have the right attitude and be LIKED by a very fickle public. You’ve got to remember that the people telling you to just “believe” are people who have made it. Easy for them to sit there and tell you that they wanted it enough and they believed enough. So when you fail for whatever reason, you don’t get how you didn’t believe enough. Not everyone who “believes” in themselves has the talent to make it.

Sara Mather – Yes!

Celena – She’s so in because I don’t remember her. Holy Britney Murphy lookalike! And I didn’t realize it until after the show that she’s from Fort Worth! Woohoo!!! Go hometown girl!

Janay – Yes, I think. Yes! I’m so right. Again! Not to be all over-confident or anything….

JP mini-interview – Gabi says, “He looks like Elvis except his face is bigger.” Oh you!

Joe Moreno – Hello! Where have you been the past 3 weeks? Yum! And we’ll get to see more! Yesssssss!

Anwar – Please! We know he’s through! Another judges’ darling. They do an interview with him but I can’t hear what he’s saying because Gabi is busy with her own audition. Hee!

Jamar – From DeSoto, TX and he’s not through and I’m totally OK with that.

John Zisa – No emporor of New Jersey for us! He’s out!

JP again – No Elvis for us! Aw, how sweet! Handshakes all around at the end. He was cool but just not quite good enough. Maybe he can have a talk with Faith about having a decent attitude when things don’t go your way.

Commercials: Life on a Stick? Really?

Lindsey Cardinale – No brainer. Of course she’s in!

Melinda somebody – She’s in!

Mario Vasquez! - Yes!

Kim somebody – No? No.

Constantine & Bo Bice – Can we please retire the word “rocker” from this season? For heavens sakes. Bo seems better, I say. Did Constantine just say they were 29?

Bo – Yes. As long as he doesn’t throw his hair around, I hope he goes far. He’s got a good voice.

Constantine – Thinks he’s out because Bo got in, but do the judges care about having two “rockers” (ugh) in the competition? Apparently not. He’s through?!? OK. ‘Tever.

Jaclyn and Amanda – Two girls. One spot. Who will it be? I say Jaclyn because geez, it’s been all about her these past few eeks. Oh wow! I was outright wrong! First time for everything, I suppose. Jaclyn’s really young, though. Really. I’m not sure her emotions could let her really flourish in this kind of environment.

Scott Savol is so in! Don’t tease like that! The last two will totally fight it out just like Jaclyn and Amanda did. So we got Dreads and No Dreads (I haven’t caught their names just yet). I say No Dreads makes it though.

I told you Scott would go through. The thug with a voice like an angel.

No Dreads = Travis Tucker and he’s in. Just like I said. Hee!

Oh yay. Memories montage. Can we get a review of the finalists or something? Instead of reminiscing about the past…. Three weeks? Mmmmm LL Cool J. He’s pretty. Did Mr. Mom-passes-out make it?

Monday? Did he say Monday?

Y'all, I'm watching the 40 Worst Love Songs Ever on VH1. At first, I was going to change the channel because I didn't want to listen to a bunch of sappy love songs for two hours. But then I remembered how much I hate sappy love songs and decided it would be great therapy to listen to other people make fun of them for a change.

Oh, and remember the strange temperature hike in the middle of the night last night? Yeah, now it's just past noon and it's already 71 degrees! YESSSSSSSSS!!!! Screw Puxatawney Phil! Spring is ON THE WAY! Wooooohooooooo!!!!

Seriously. WTF??

When I left for the bar at 9:15, it was 53 degrees. It is now 3 am and it's 63? WTF????

Two Weeks' Notice

OK, first some life-stuff, then we'll get to the news. Ready.....GO!

Today was the Bar Staff vs. Bar Regulars football game. Despite the "cold" (55 degrees), wind and occasional rain, it was actually pretty fun. I sat/walked around with Jayme the whole time just taking in the male-ness of the whole thing. Of course it was young, hot 20-somethings against older smokers and drinkers. You'd think the staff would win, right? Well, Jonesy (who ended up with a bloodied nose and lip) brought some guys he works with, one of whom was probably the fastest person I've ever seen in person, so somehow the Regulars came away with the game in 4 overtimes (college-style... not timed): 56-49. Oh! And TOIL was there! Mm mm mm. He's still with his girlfriend, but of course it's always lovely to see him. He wasn't playing or anything, just watching. In sandals. And socks. Good thing he's got a sparkling personality. Hee! And the new I'm-sure-I'd-have-a-crush-on-him-if-I-saw-him-more-than-once-a-month-ish crush was there with his fine fine ass. Good heavens. Don't worry, he doesn't know of my existence, either. He is nice and says hi and I give him 2:1 odds that he knows my name, but that just means he's got a good memory (mmm....brains!). Jayme got some great pictures and I totally can't wait to see them.

I'm listening to my LaunchCast player and they're playing Under Pressure by Queen. I'm a pretty new fan of Queen. Can you believe that when he died I didn't even know who he was? That's just sad, y'all. He was amazing. And I have some choice words for Vanilla Ice for making me question every time I hear that bass line. Moving on.

Vanessa Carlton ~ A Thousand Miles. That White Chicks movie ruined this song for me. Done. Skip.

Barenaked Ladies ~ Never Do Anything. Ah, now that's more like it.

Also in Life, I gave Gabi's day care our two-weeks' notice. Yes, I did it. In writing. No turning back now. THANK GOD!!! As I dropped Gabi off at the co-parent's workplace Friday afternoon, I mentioned that I gave the notice and know what he did? Rolled his eyes at me (as per usual when I do something he did not expressly, personally approve) and said, "We'll talk about it later." Will we? Not likely. He'll just act like a brat and hold it against me forever. Which is fine with me. I was more than accomodating to him. I was respectful, gave him ample opportunity to discuss it with me in an adult manner and he refused every time. I was NOT going to let him keep procrastinating until the two-weeks' notice lined up with him moving here. Sorry, he doesn't get his way on this one. Part of me is relieved that this insane driving is almost over, but the rest of me is totally kicking myself for letting this go on for this long. Why do I let him walk all over me? Am I too nice? I think I am. I'm just not a boat-rocker. I hate that I give him that power, but I don't know how to fix it. Well, first day at new day care: February 28th! Yay!!!

TMBG! ~ Narrow Your Eyes. Sweet.

Natalie Cole ~ Orange Colored Sky.... must stop typing and sing for a while.... singing into a leaky bottle of massage oil isn't really all that bad. Soft!

Oh, and karaoke is Sunday night and I FINALLY get to go. I told the co-parent that I had an early meeting Monday morning so that he would take the bambina on Sunday night instead of Wednesday. It's mostly true! I haven't gone to sing since like, September. He never ever cooperates with me on this issue, so I think a little unethical behavior is acceptable at this point. It's only one night a month and he switches days with me all the time with how much trouble from me? NONE!

Less Than Jake ~ Blue Moon. Yes, that Blue Moon. Awesome. I recommend.

Sublime ~ Santeria. Believe me when I say I got somethin for his punkass! Word.

Patsy Cline ~ Sweet Dreams of You. Patsy is awesome.

In the news. I'm watching The OC the other night. And right in the middle (literally at like, 8:30), screen goes black BZZZZZZZT BZZZZZZZZZT BZZZZZZZZZZT !!!! I am fuh-reakin out because I think it's a test of the Emergency Alert System (which they really do at the most inopportune times), but it turns out, it's an Amber Alert. I feel like a punk for getting whiny when a little kid has been abducted and could possibly be in danger. So I listen to the information and remember that it will probably only last about 2 minutes, which is really no big deal, and then they BZZZZZZZT-ed again. Why do they BZZZZT at the end? Why can't they just be all, this concludes this broadcast and be done with it? Lame. So I wasn't so mad at that point. I was just hoping that everything was OK and that it was all for nothing. Because if that was my daughter, they better interrupt The OC, OK? So we're watching, we apparently didn't miss a lot and then at 8:53. WHATEVER YOU DO, DON'T MISS THE LAST FIVE MINUTES!!! BZZZZZZZZZT! BZZZZZZZZZT! BZZZZZZZZZZT! What the!!!!! I mean, the climax of the entire episode.... and they cut in to tell us.... The Amber Alert was cancelled. Is all the buzzing and interrupting really necessary for that? Maybe a crawler? It was only 23 minutes later, so obviously it wasn't too serious. I gritted my teeth and took a deep breath and said a little prayer of thanks that the kid was OK. We got about the last minute of the show, which had the most important part (two girls kissing when they should've been having at least 3 cheeseburgers. Each.) So I watch CSI and on to watching most of ER (easily distracted I am). And then the news. They start telling the story of this poor kid. He's five years old, sleeping in the back of his momma's truck. His mom goes into an Academy Sports store and LEAVES THE KID IN THE CAR!!! I don't like to cuss too much, but seriously, what the fuck? Not even a gas station (even that is unbelievable to me). Left the thing running and unlocked. I bet she locks the truck when she leaves her purse in there. Have we not learned yet? Have we not learned to not let our kids out of our sight when we're out in public? Even when I'm at a gas station filling up the car, if I have Gabi with me, I don't leave the car without her AND I lock the doors AND I keep aware of my surroundings. How in the world can people not know? It amazes me to no end.

Weezer ~ Island in the Sun. Dip Dip.

Tom Petty ~ Refugee

Bon Jovi ~ It's My Life

Sting ~ Be Still My Beating Heart. I love this song. I love this entire album (Nothing Like the Sun). I could listen to it non-stop over and over. Seriously.

I'm so bored. It's so rainy and gross and I totally would love to go shopping, but I don't get paid until Tuesday. This weekend will totally be a trial. The impending "holiday" is upon us. I don't want to sound bitter or anything, but I hate Valentine's Day. Maybe it's jealousy or maybe it's because I can't figure out why people make such a big deal out of it. Either it's women bitching that their husbands/boyfriends better pull through for them on V-day or men freaking out about whether they're doing the right thing for their wives/girlfriends. That's really sweet, huh? Bitching and fear. It seems like guys find it to be a total beatdown because women just won't stop making such a big deal about it. Here's a tip for everyone in a relationship: just be happy you're with someone. Quite whining, lest you be all alone. Expect nothing but an "I love you" and if you get more than that, you can be thrilled to pieces. But here's what I really hate about it: Having coupledom shoved in my face at every turn. I'm really glad that you've found someone to be with, but not everyone is so lucky. It's shoved in our faces 365 days a year (366 last year), it's just that on February 14th, it's shoved in our faces in the form of a horrifying pink and red nightmare. I'm currently enjoying some aspects of singlehood (getting to flirt with whomever I please, oh YES!), but to tell the truth, I crave having someone there for me. I crave being there for someone.

In other revealing and quite depressing news, Valentine's Day also marks the anniversary of quite possibly the worst day of my life. I realize that I'm incredibly lucky that the worst day of my life did not involve any sort of death in the family or life-threatening accidents or injuries. It was the day I found out the co-parent had been cheating on me for four months. I did the math and it turns out that it started one month after he asked me to marry him. So this day digs up all of those feelings of basically being hit in the face with a bag of bricks and the anger and hurt from that day. It's also a reminder of how far I've come from in the four years since. That day was rock-bottom and it only went up from there. Anger and hurt begat strength and I finally left him in August (again, I put up with his shit for far too long). I guess I'm just ready for some new memories to replace those awful memories.

Janet Jackson ~ Miss You Much. Another album that I played until it died. Well, a tape, really. And a CD.

Billy Joel ~ New York State of Mind. Eight minutes? G'bye Mr. Joel. Skip!

Is it weird that even on the weekends, I start to get all excited at 4:57?

The Cure ~ Pictures of You. While that Dr. Pepper commercial allowed me to love that Meatloaf song, that HP commercial brought to light this wonderful song. I had heard it before that commercial, but it didn't really register. I hope that makes sense.

Oh man, I've been writing for a long time. I should wrap it up before shiny objects and furry woodland animals start distracting you. Sorry I got sad and depressing there for a while, but I had to get it out. That's what this whole thing's for.

Can you guess what my five year old is thinking of?

Gabi likes to play this "guessing game." She has stumped me a total of three times. Today was one of those times.Let's see if you can guess what she was thinking based on these clues:

It's a thing (not an animal or person)
It's big (as in bigger than her head)
*At this point, I guess a car. Wrong!*
It's up in the sky
*Airplane? WRONG!*
It's on the ground but above the trees and above the houses
*A skyscraper? BZZT!*
Sometimes, it has words on it and it's all different colors
*A billboard! Nope*
They build them on the ground and then lift them high in the sky
*A crane? NO!*
It carries drinks.
*Say what?*
Drinks! You know... water or milk!
*...... I'm at a total loss at this point*
It carries drinks high in the sky!!!

OK, at this point, I gave up. Can you guess what she was thinking of? Remember.....she's FIVE!

Good luck!

Things not to say to the woman who gave birth to your child

1. You're psychotic
2. I'll call our daughter tomorrow and tell her what an idiot you are
3. The fact that you have driven a cumulative 30,000 miles out of your way to accomodate me for the past three years makes perfect sense and you're the only one who thinks it's unfair.

Of course, #3 is paraphrased. But the first two are word for word. Now is this my fault for "letting" him treat me this way or is it his fault for being a total jackass? He pushes and pushes and pushes me until I can't take it any more and then he calls me nuts. And I can never do anything to retaliate, because then I'm even more nuts.

Why am I stuck with this man in my life who just wants to disrespect me and call me names? And why am I stuck listening to him without anyone on my side? It's like everyone knows that what I do every day (driving an extra 50 miles to a day care way out of town) makes no sense, but no one will stick up for me when it comes down to it. So to him, he thinks that he's right. I don't know how he could possibly think this. It really makes no sense. And I'm just at a loss as to how I can make it better. I put off putting in her two weeks' notice at her current day care so I could discuss it with him. And the only discussion I get is "Well I want to wait until I move." It's all about him. It's what he wants. I've wanted to move her to a closer day care for three years. I have been patient. I have been kind. I could've given her two weeks' notice without even discussing it with him, but I held off OUT OF RESPECT FOR HIM! Why do I bother??? I'm sitting here crying over the nasty words he says to me. I don't get it.

Go....FOOTBALL TEAM!!!

Ah, yes! Super Bowl Sunday! I should be excited. I should be jazzed. But really, I just feel pretty damn apathetic. I mean, as a Cowboys fan I've been solemnly sworn to hate Philadelphia and pull for their opponents under any and all circumstances. Unless their opponents are the Redskins, in which case I am stuck in the odd position of hoping they both lose. So I should pull for the Patriots, right? But they're AFC. I don't know anything about the AFC, much less the Pats! No wait. I know one thing about the Pats: they have both a killer offense and defense. And Tom Brady is hot. OK, so I know two things about the Pats. Oh, and their logo looks like a flying Elvis (thanks to Sevi for pointing that out). OK, so I know three things about the Pats. You see, I'm a fishbowl fan. During the regular season, all I care about are the Cowboys and anything that might affect the Cowboys. And what directly affects the Cowboys are threefold: Giants, Eagles, Redskins. Other than that, I'm pretty clueless as to what goes on in the rest of the league. Hell, I just figured out Tom Brady was hot like, last week.

Anyway, I have another problem pulling for the Pats. I'll tell you, but please don't tell the Cowboys Fan Board or they shall surely pull my membership. You see.... this is so hard to admit ....I really love Donovan McNabb. Before I knew that he played for the most evil team in football, I saw him on a children's show teaching kids how to throw a really good pass. He stole my heart right then. And I've been a fan ever since. Every time he has an interview on TV, I stop and watch and he is just so nice and has a sense of humor. And then... when he's out on the field? He's just so... GOOD! He's fast, he's smart. Sigh. What am I going to do about this crush? It's totally Montague/Capulet. There is no way that a Cowboys fan can love a McNabb! But the reality is... it has happened and there is nothing anyone can do to reverse it. Don't worry. I won't poison myself over it or anything. Or did she stab herself? Eh, who cares. FOOTBALL!

But on the OTHER HAND!! I simply must go for the Patriots based on one thing: I hate Terrell Owens. Hate. Hate. Hate. I was most certainly going for the Eagles to win until I heard that he would play regardless of his injury (smacked down upon him by the COWBOYS!!!). Then I was like, eh, I hope they lose in a most serious and embarrassing way. TO is quite possibly the most obnoxious player in football. Is he good? I don't care. His antics and terrible sportsmanship are beyond anything I can find to be acceptable for even an exceptional player. So I hope he loses and I hope he's embarrassed, although he probably won't be because his ego will probably tell him that it wasn't his fault.

For a game I feel so apathetic about, I sure am conflicted.

All in all, I guess what I really want is a good game. And some good commercials, although the past few years, they've seemed kind of forced. Anyway, I'm going over to Melinda's to watch the game so Gabi can play with Amy. I saw Melinda out last night and asked what she was doing for the game. She said she would stay home and build a taco bar and have some people over and let the girls play upstairs... And I stopped her and said, "Melinda. You had me at taco bar." So, t-minus 5 hours and 15 minutes-ish, so I better get going. I have to take a shower (bathing is definitely recommended), get some laundry started, go to the grocery store, go pick up Gabi and make it back to Melinda's by game time. WHEW! It's times like these I really wish I had a stopwatch. Ready..... GO!