Mid Week Mute

Anniversaries and Championships

You're going to have to pull on my string to bring me back down to earth. I have been floating for the last twenty-four hours.  You see, my Missouri Tigers won the Big 12 Championship yesterday.

But, it wasn't easy.

For most of the game, I was sick to my stomach.  I paced back and forth, it looked like this:

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(But, multiply that pacing by about 2000.)   As the game went into the bottom of the ninth inning, with Missouri leading 8-7, I was sitting on my bed with my tshirt (Missouri Tigers tshirt,of course) stuffed in my mouth.  I prayed for those outs.  I rocked back and forth.  And when they got that final out, I screamed to the high heavens.  Rockett came running, and my tears started running.   I felt such joy for my brother, his team, the parents of the players, and for myself.

This victory made up for all the missed field goals, the called back touchdowns, the injuries, the missed catches, the holding calls, and the last minute defeats my family has endured for 50 years. We've faced so much disappointment in this world of sports we've lived in, and finally a crowning moment.  You see, it's not just Tim's team that was victorious yesterday, it was a family victory.  It doesn't happen like this very often, so we're just going to enjoy it for awhile.   Well, until Friday when they play in the Tucson regional.  Go Tigers.

It's like Steven ordered this victory for an anniversary present.  Yep, today is one year of wedded bliss.   Happy Anniversary Dear!    We are champions!

Watching Forrest Gump in a big ol' Dump

Happy Saturday of Memorial Day Weekend!

I'm watching Forrest Gump for the umpteenth time.  And, it doesn't matter where I start this movie, I always cry.  It's just part of the experience.

I'm sitting in the middle of our very messy house.  We are painting and re-doing the family room/dining room area.  I figured I'd give you some of the "during" shots.  Prior to this change, we had blue cloud looking things painted on our big wall and some stripes in our dining room . SS has primed all those, and many of our walls are currently white.  Our couches are white, so all this white is making me feel like I'm living in an insane asylum.

In the end, we will have a mixture of stripes and polka dots, all in black/white.  You can see some of the progress here.

It's so hard to relax amid all the mess.  Please notice the cute little snout in the lower right hand corner of this picture.

We bought two new rugs, but are waiting to put those down, since they're usually puke catchers.  We are also going to fill one wall with all black/white photos. So, today, I put pictures in frames while listening to Missouri baseball.***  Sir Steven has done all the painting, and only has one more wall to do, the one with the big stripes.

 

We are hoping to have this completed by Thursday, when my oldest brother (non baseball) and his wife arrive for a visit.  It's going to be a busy few days getting it all done!  

So far, only one mishap, some spilled black paint.  The casualty:  the red rug.  

If can't wait to show you the "after" pictures.  Because, when that happens, it means all this mess is cleaned up.  And, I can get back to napping!!

***Missouri plays Oklahoma in the championship game of the Big 12 Tournament tomorrow.  Tim has been there five times, and never won.  Please say some prayers for him, pull some strings, and think good thoughts for him.  It would mean the world to him to win this.

Spam and 600

I'm ticked at the Spammers.  They have defeated me.  I've had so many darn spam comments of late, I've had to turn back on the horrible word verification thing.  Man, I hate that thing.  The letters are too small and too close together.  I apologize for doing that to you, but I have no choice.   I shake my fist at you Spammers!!!

On a more positive note, my brother won his 600th baseball game last night, as head coach of the Missouri Tigers.  I'm very happy for him and his Tigers.  They play again tonight, in their second game of the Big 12 Tournament.  Wish I were there!!

Talk about the SUCKS department:  The Tigers play hard and win the game.  Afterward, they return to the locker room, only to find out someone had broken in during the game and stolen their wallets and cell phones.  Honestly.  What is going on in this world?

Here's Tim looking like he knows what he's doing:

He's the short (est) one dressed in black and white.

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Guess what's going on with ME this week.

Do I Eat Better Than a 9 Year Old Scottish Girl?

SS likes to send me blogs he thinks would interest me.  Yesterday, he sent me a link to Never Seconds.  (Please check her out, she's very clever!!)  This blog is written by a 9 year old girl who lives in Scotland.  She is sharing a picture, daily, of her school lunch, and then rating it.  It's absolutely adorable.  I love the pictures and her descriptions of the food.  She has numbers for the nutrition content, fruits, taste, etc.  She also has a category for number of hairs in her food.

Ahem.


Anyway, having had total lack of blog post ideas of late, I decided to copy her idea for one day.  (Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery?)  So, with no further ado, welcome to my day of eating!

Wow, you can tell this was morning, I obviously couldn't hold the camera steady.
Breakfast!!
Taste:  blah.  Number of sips:  10.  Nutritional Content:  Pretty Good.  Hairs?  Zero.

Mid Morning Snack -
Taste:  stale.  Number of bites:  too many.   Nutritional Content?  Crap.  Hairs?  Zero.
Incidentally, I didn't get any cheesy thumbprints on any of my papers at work.

Lunch at Kicking Chicken!
Taste:  YUMOLA  Number of Bites:  as many as I could.  Nutritional Content:  Who cares!  It's chicken salad people.  Hairs?  ZERO

Bonus Lunch Item
Steven's bacon from his burger
Taste:  AWESOME  Number of Bites:  about 10.  Nutritional Content.  I'm not playing.  Hairs?  ZERO

And finally some dinner on Bronwen Court.
Taste:  Pretty good, best part was the salad.  Number of bites:  not as many as lunch.  Nutritional Content:  good on the salad and steak, but wow, kind of heavy on the butter, eh?  That was a very thick burned hot dog bun and I was trying to soften it up.  It didn't work.
And HAIRS?  I swear to you--there was a hair on the sauce I used on my steak.  I made SS look at it so I knew I wasn't nuts.  It was too gross to photograph.  Trust me on this one.

Thanks to the wee lassy in Scotland for the blogging idea!  And, I hope NONE of us find a hair in our food tomorrow.  Amen.

Illegal Use of Hands

I honked my horn at someone today.

I couldn't help it.  I was on the interstate on my way to work.  I couldn't help it though, this crazy lady driver kept speeding up and slowing down.  She was trying to avoid getting into a line of traffic, so she kept driving in my lane, but not at a consistent speed.


It didn't help that it was a Monday.  Or that I had a protein shake for breakfast instead of something yummy.

So, I honked at her.  You know, just to let her know that she did something wrong.

And then I felt guilty.  REAL guilty. 

You see, I used to have pretty bad road rage.  Back in the day, and we are talking way back in the day, I used to race everywhere, and would find myself using all those words sailors use. I'd find myself getting so angry at that person in the green truck, or that dumb cement mixer.   It was just a part of the driving experience.  Until.....

One day, I had a moment of road rage and flipped this stupid man (I'm sure it was a man) the bird.  (or as my friend, Anjeanette, would say, I put my middle finger in the air)  It just so happened to be Maundy Thursday, or Holy Thursday.  As I sat in church that night, our pastor told the beautiful story of Jesus washing another man's feet and how we are all servants to another.  And, at that point he looked right at me (or so it felt) and asked, "What have you done with your hands today?"

Yeah.  I was busted in the BIGGEST way possible.  Jesus had a hidden camera in my car!

I felt SO stupid after that question, and have really eliminated road rage from my life.  Until today.  HONK. 

Stupid car. Stupid JuJu.  Stupid HONK.