In case you missed it...

Here's a quick recap of 2007 here at Steph's Other Space with a list of my 10 favorite links (should have posted this back in my "heyday" last week but oh well!) Here it be:



10. Young Girl. Way outta line, indeed!
9. Dixielando Delighto. Roll Tide Amigos.
8. Woo Hog. Violent? Maybe. But effective nonetheless. Just ask Houston.
7. Cute ole Little Bit.
6. Mmmm...whatcha say?
5. Still love ya Timmy...Go Gators!
4. No guffawing, no guffawing.
3. Hang in there Jen, one last Dear Sister.
2. Certainly my most popular link evah.
1. My personal fave... the first is always the best!

I can't believe I've only been doing this since September 12th! I can't believe the sheer volume of randomness in only 3+ months (Steph's Other Space: Your definitive source for randomness.) Stay tuned in 2008 for randomness, football despite the offseason, randomness, football on signing day, randomness, football at the start of spring practice, randomness, football before/during/after SEC Media Days, randomness, football season at the start of fall practice, randomness, football because it's finally in season, randomness, football because it's November, randomness, politics because it's November and we're also electing a president by the way, and more randomness! And yeah, probably some more Dear Sister stuff as needed.

Well folks, party like it's 2007 and don't drink (no "and drive"...my advice is just don't drink!) I'll be watching football and pulling for that team whose mascot looks like the lovechild of the Tootsie Roll owl and Garfield. Happy New Year's Eve!

PS-- Bonus, end-of-the-year randomness (146 posts and counting...) Do your thing, cohort Dino! For some reason it reminds me of this.

PS:

Guess what I saw this afternoon when I looked out my window? Standing water... that's right, there was so much rain the ground couldn't hold it all, at least temporarily. Thank you God for a good soaking rain and thanks to all the prayer warriors for their petitions. I'm definitely no prayer warrior but with God's grace we all benefit from those who are.

Thanks also for a WIN. Roll Tide.

SHUT UP!

Ugh... there's still 10+ minutes left in our game but I don't know if I'll be able to sit through that much more of these bozo announcers. What is Saban's salary again?!?!? How does it break down per win?!?!?! 4 mil...we get it...WHO CARES?!?!?! Call the game but otherwise SHUT UP.

PS-- For every unfavorable thing from the announcers, the refs make up for with tres favorable calls and spots. That probably wasn't a 1st down just a minute ago (but they gave it to us with inches to spare) and I can offer no explanation for the conspicuously absent flag for Nikita Stover's acrobatics. Can't wait to get in a whole new class of players (pun intended.)

Ugh.

What's this bowl called again?

All I can seem to remember is that Bama plays on Sunday this week while the Pats played on Saturday... it's a world gone mad! I can't jump straight into Bama ball without first rehashing the Pats-Giants game. Did you see that Brady-to-Moss touchdown pass? I really haven't felt that kind of rush ever in a pro game. I can only hope Daniel Moore will recognize the considerable money-making opportunity and wave his magic wand to recreate the moment. Our little family would probably preorder at least two prints. Anyhoo, it's been fun watching Don Shula almost choke on his words of congratulations. I do hate it for one Mr. Captain Crunch who is a bona fide nice guy and happens to be the uncle of one of our dearest friends. He's the only reason I'm not cracking open a bottle of champagne as I type this. Well, that and the fact that I'm a teetotaler. And oh yeah, they still have 3 more games to go...

Okay, so now onto Bama. I hope they play well tonight. Yup, that's about it. I don't have any real thoughts on the game other than that. The Saban Dance (heck yeah I worked it into the conversation!) is about as far as I've followed the bowl game preparations. And in the past I've always liked Colorado. I thought they beat Miami back in the day (turns out they just beat up on Miami back in the day--see if you can spot The Rock) and of course they've got Ralphie and all. (Just FYI... my neighbors--HUGE AUBS--claim to have seen the Colorado cheerleaders bathing Ralphie in the Atlantic Ocean in prep for a game several years ago. Just thought that was a cool story to share with you, my dear readers.) But now, I'm not feeling the Buffs so much anymore. First there was this and now this. So I guess that's enough to get sufficiently pumped tonight, even after a long and exhaustive Holiday week. Well, that and the fact that the SENIORS ARE OUTTA HERE! Roll Tide to all and to all a good night!

PS-- Why the heck does the University of Colorado go by CU?!?!?! If you know, do share please. Much thanks!

Go Pats...

It's not exactly Dear Sister...

but it's a remix nonetheless. I knew it was only a matter of time. I think this makes me giggle more, in part because of the song (man, I've been out of public school a loooooonnnnngggg time and it's evident in my musical tastes!) but mostly because Nick Saban is indeed representing the "Duurty South". Love it!



I promise to take a break from the nonstop Saban Dance coverage in the near future but for now I'm just trying to the give people what they so obviously want... Saban Dance today, Saban Dance tomorrow, Saban Dance forever!

Back by popular demand...

...and I do mean POPULAR. Once again, you can enjoy the Saban dance here. Kudos to Ian Rappaport for staying on top of this situation better than anyone.

PS-- Who can watch that without giggling?!?! I agree with most of the comments I've read so far... it's really Terry Saban that's breakin' it down. They must have picked up their moves in Bat-awn Roooge. I bet their kids are dyin' right about now.

Heard this before?

Ian Rappaport (the guy who first linked to the elusive Saban dance video) ponders SEC fans' conference allegiance. Didn't we discuss that here already? I think we did but I can't find the post. Anyway, I have one diehard Aub friend who pulls for all SEC teams during bowl season, including us Bammers, but I have another diehard Aub friend who wouldn't dump Gatorade on our coach if he was on fire so I think this is a fairly divisive concept. Do tell... will you pull for the other SEC teams this most wonderful time of year? You know I won't.

And there's an update to the whole Saban dance youtube phenonmenon in that article too. Apparently you can view it on crimsontradition.com but you have to have a subscription, which means I can see it. Of course I'll be in big trouble if I post that sort of info here but if you see Ricky Bobby, you can ask him to log you on... he loves that site.

Big deal

This is a bigger deal than most Americans will understand. Sad day.

Update to Saban's Hustle

Wow... I'm learning a little something about blogging. Basically, you pander to the lowest common denominator. So if I want to ring up hits on the ole blog meter all I have to do is throw in a few key words from current events to register on a google search. In other words, "Jimmy Sexton" (hard to believe but I still average at least one hit a day thanks to Jimmy!) and "Saban dance" have brought in unprecedented amounts of visitors to Steph's Other Place. I don't make any money off of ads or anything so it's essentially just my ego that benefits from these extra hits. Still it's good to know I suppose. So just for the heck of it:

Zoo tiger attack
Lindsay Lohan denies drinking before wreck
Jamie Lynn Spears is pregnant
Patriots-Giants football game
Writer's strike
Presidential Election 2008 (Hillary Clinton, Barak Obama, Mike Huckabee, Rudy Guiliani)
Miley Cyrus
And of course, my bra Jimmy Sexton!

Well, that oughta do it for now. Stay tuned for results.

Don't know if "Tha Bayer" (aka Coach Paul "Bear" Bryant)...

... could have ever done this. Check out Nick Saban dancing on Christmas night in Shreveport:




Go Nick Go!

Bloggin' away...

...on my new laptop courtesy of the hubby Mr. Santie Claws. Hello 21st century! My name is Stephanie and it's nice to meet you. Kudos to Mr. Claws for the surprise.

Kudos to our Heavenly Father for his Christmas gifts today of rain, safe travel, and of course His Son Jesus! I hope everyone has had a blessed and merry Christmas... I know we have!

Dare ya not to cry...

Check out Crosby's mom's latest journal entry.

"Have faith in the Lord your God and you will be upheld."

2 Chronicles 20:20 (New meaning to seeing things 20/20?)

Christmas Countdown...

...T-minus 4 days and counting. I hope you all are having a wonderful CHRISTmas season and maybe even getting a break? I know I am with the kids out of school. However, I still have a few little odds n' ends to pick up so I'm not totally chillin' but I did want to post a quick little entry before all our Holiday travel gears up. I have lots of things to discuss with y'all... like why at least two people a day google "Jimmy Sexton" and come to my site (Jimmy Sexton, Thou Art the Man!) or how ridiculously confusing facebook is ("how do you know this person," "what network would you like to join," "what is your blood type" etc, etc) and how that makes me feel old or follow-ups to the We are Marshall post (hopefully with help from Emily...see original post comments) or my thoughts on the Petrino situation (per request) or how the HECK to get more of you to agree to help me in a Secret Santa project. It's only $5.41 so it must just be that y'all are leery because you don't know the details. Well, here's a few more in case that would make the difference: I would like to organize a Chik-Fil-A gift card drive for Crosby's family (see sidebar ------>) since Chik-Fil-A is one of the few foods he will eat after chemo treatments. His family is in the ministry (Athletes in Action at UK) and I know the costs of constantly eating out must weigh at least a little on their wallet. I know most of us wouldn't miss the $5 (plus the 41 cents for the stamp) but if enough of us do it, it could really make a difference to them. I will get you their address if you will just email me (stephsotherspace@gmail.com) and then you can either mail it anonymously or drop them a note of encouragement. I will up the ante by agreeing to embarass myself somehow if I get enough response (a la upload "Chipmunk" pictures of myself from wisdom teeth removal at age 15 or possibly video and post me singing the "War Eagle" fight song... I'm open to suggestions.) So never fear, the $5.41 isn't going to Saban's salary or to Botox for me... instead I think it's a practical way for the body of Christ to administer His love.

Well, that's probably it from me for a few days. I hope everyone enjoys Christmas with their families and friends. Since I don't have everyone's address, here's an abridged version of our family Christmas card:

"This is love: not that we loved God, but that He loved us and sent His Son as an atoning sacrifice for our sins." 1 John 4:10

MERRY CHRISTMAS!

PS- The actual verse on the card is Hebrews 10:23, "Let us hold unswervingly to the hope we profess, for he who promised is faithful." Just trust that it is quite appropriate for our family...Thanks, God! :)

Oh good gravy...

I am sickened by this and really wish I could adopt the whole Spears clan. That's an open invitation Britney, Jamie Lynn, Sean P, Jayden, and newest-yet-to-be-named Baby Spears in case you're reading this. Someone needs to mount up and regulate (you're welcome, Miss Lori!)

Too tired to post anything more after a very, very long week (it's only Wednesday?!?!) but school's almost out so check back again soon for complete and utter randomness.

Oh the weather outside is...

COLD! I really can't remember what I posted yesterday because I had been up since 3:30 in the morning, which happens to be the exact time that we noticed the heat to our house was NOT WORKING! My husband got up and flipped a breaker (I think that's the terminology) but within half an hour it had tripped the breaker again so we went without heat until about 8:30 yesterday morning. It really wasn't that bad and we both have a new appreciation for how blessed we are for so very many reasons. Thanks to God for the lesson!

Okay, now I don't have a lot of time because Crabman still has one more day at preschool BUT I did want to post a little sumpin'-sumpin' before I start my daily routine of Christmas shopping. First, I have to brag on Ricky Bobby who doesn't get much air time here at Steph's Other Space. That's mostly because the printed word does not do justice to his shenanigans. You just have to trust me that in most cases, it loses something in transition to the written word. But I can brag on him, right? Last night he asked me if this is how you spell the Steeler's Quarterback's name and proceeded to spell it "Capital-B-e-n-space-capital-R-o-e-t-h-l-e-s-b-e-r-g-e-r." He asked if that was right and I said something to the effect of "heck if I know" and then he got a book, double-checked, and corrected himself that it was an "i" after the "l." We then called my parents and he correctly spelled it out for them. I just thought that was funny. It's seriously hilarious the way his mind works. And you can tell that for the most part college ball is over because he has moved on to memorizing the NFL players. He does pay homage to college ball by remembering their college schools though. (FYI, Roethlisberger went to Miami Ohio, who are the Red Hawks--all according to Ricky Bobby!) As I type this, Crabman keeps interuppting me to tell me all about his College Football 2004 conquests on the Gamecube. I think we have a serious football problem around here.
* Editor's note: Ricky Bobby is 7 and in the 1st grade.

Anyway, onto another topic quickly... I will save most of my poly-tickin' for after the New Year because I wouldn't want to ruin the Christmas spirit with lots of political banner here on Steph's Other Space but I thought this made a nice crossover. And I'll go ahead and put it out there that I'm a Huckabee gal. As in, there's no suspense or mystery... that's who I'll be voting for at every turn in '08 unless something shocking happens (a la Ted Haggard or Larry Craig, who--JUST FYI--I knew nothing about beforehand and certainly did not support... just making an illustration) during this campaign season. But since he made such a convenient crossover, I'll gladly oblige:



And since I know my sister is leaning towards Ron Paul, this link is just for her!

Don't forget...

...about the Secret Santa project below. I don't want it to get "covered up" by random posts without everyone getting a chance to participate if they want. And surely they do... :)

We are... MARSHALL!

I've got a few minutes to kill while I burn about 20 CDs for Crabman's preschool class PLUS I wanted to talk about how much I loved the movie "We Are Marshall" before I forgot while it was fresh on my mind. Love, love, love it I did. If you've seen the movie then you may want to check out this site for a commentary on the reality vs. movie theatrics but be warned as there's a mild spoiler there if you haven't seen it yet. And if you haven't seen it yet then I suggest you take full advantage of the writer's strike and rent it today. I'd watch it again if it wasn't due back tomorrow... it was that good. AND it was good enough that I'll be cheering for Marshall anytime in the future, so long as they're not playing Bama but of course. As a sidenote, I have a whole new appreciation for Bobby Bowden, which is weird because he was already growing on me. It's a world gone mad! And in case you're wondering, yes, I also cried like a baby at the end. I teared up during most of the movie but couldn't hold it in any longer in the end. That doesn't happen often, folks. So, here's to you, Young Thundering Herd... You are indeed MAR-SHALL!

Secret Santa Anyone?

Anyone with $5.41 they could spare and interested in playing Secret Santa to a very worthy cause, please email me at stephsotherspace@gmail.com and I'll give you the details. If not, I'll just assume you don't have $5.41 and/or a heart... honestly, I'll try anything to drum up help for a worthy cause! :)

Jesus said "But when you give to the needy, do not let your left hand know what your right hand is doing" (Matthew 6:3)

Dead Presidents

and other bits o' randomness on tap for this dreary (but in a good way) Saturday. First up is this about the strange (dun-dun-DUN) similarities between Abe Lincoln and Jack Kennedy. It's good for killing (no pun intended) several minutes. And no I haven't independently verified any of the facts but feel free to do so and report your findings here. Consider it homework.

Okay, up next is this, which reminds me of this. (RELAX... I'm sure they were calling it other this.) And here's the sequel (In that case it was this AND this.)

All that talk of animals brings me to this, which would be SUPERFREAKY if breed with this. I'm more of a "dog person" than ever before!

Okay, lastly and completely just thinking out loud with this one. What the heck was I doing in the summer of 2000 that would cause me to miss a spin-off from Dawson's Creek? (My all-time favorite show... SHUT.UP.) Oh right, growing a baby in my belly for the 3rd trimester. Somehow I did manage to catch the original Survivor that summer... go figure.

Jimmy Sexton...

...must be one popular man. I get an unusual amount of blog hits from internet searches for "Jimmy Sexton" and of course they eventually seem to find their way to this entry. I don't know that much about him but you can read more about him here if you like. (I aim to serve!) I just find it odd that so many people are searching for him and I find it funny that so many people end up at this blog as a result. I've had some other interesting search links to this blog but my personal fave is "I think my husband is a fagg" which pulled up this entry on my blog. Good stuff! Freaky stuff is a person from Bangkok, Thailand who googled "stephs other space." Do I know anyone in Bangkok? I suppose now would be a good time to mention I have three pit bulls on loan from Michael Vick trained to eat pedophiles. That will be all for now...

To My Top Friends

Just a quick note to my former "Top Friends" from myspace: You may have been dropped from my profile but you have not been demoted in my heart. I decided to make the move for security reasons but I still love ya!

Monday Morning QBing...

Go Pats! Hey Anthony Smith, just so you know, this is how you do it! (Anybody else notice how the Alabama family in some form or fashion is always screwing with Don Shula?!?!) **Addition: Found this a bit later and thought it was appropriate/funny.

Now onto college ball... It's really getting hard to dislike Tim Tebow (Gator fan or not, if you're a Christian, you'll be happy you watched!) Sure he was playin' Bama all along this close to choosing Bama so I know I shouldn't officially like him (so here's this again for my obligatory Capstone cred) but man he seems like a great guy. And ya know, Tim Tebow's tears cure cancer... too bad he never cries! (Apologies to all of you who have heard that one before-- which would be any of you who watched a Gator game with me this year.) So congrats Timmy!

Well, that's it from me for now. Happy Monday!

In case you're wondering...

I added a picture to the previous post and yes, that really IS my Pa Paul! Watch out now!

Remember Pearl Harbor

And thank a WWII vet today (everyday) if you can! My grandpa was not at Pearl Harbor during the attack but he assisted in the clean-up shortly thereafter. He was supposed to be interviewed today by a local group collecting WWII stories. I'm not sure of all the details but hopefully I'll be able to pass along some info (and a link!) at a later date. I am certainly proud of his service. Hey G-Jo, feel free to comment with an update.

Okay, so I was at Walmart today and saw two shirts in the KIDS' department that made me cringe. One said "Naughty or Nice: I get everything I want" and the other said (gagging as I type this) "Oh Come Let Us Adore Me" I wanted to stand there by the rack and shoot rubber bullets dirty looks at anyone who wanted to buy them. And to think: That is the generation that will take care of me if/when I get old. UGH.

Well, that's it for me today. Plumberboy is in a wedding so I have a rehearsal dinner to attend tonight and the wedding tomorrow afternoon. Last week a pallbearer at a funeral, this week a groomsman at a wedding. To everything there is a season (turn...turn...turn) I supose. Have a great weekend!

PSA from P-Paw

I got this from my dad, who is always good about passing quality info along. Now you can add glasses to the list of sickeningly nasty things in a hotel room (mattress and pillow, anyone?) Hopefully now he can convince my mom to just get the friggin' RV.

In a related story, I've gotten many emails over the years about how you can better protect yourself as a woman (mostly common sense) with details on the usual sicko MOs, etc. Well, a couple of days ago I was at Home Depot and noticed an unmarked white van parked very close to my vehicle in the next spot. There was at least one Hispanic male sitting in the van and one of the large cargo doors was propped slightly open. Of course I thought about one of those emails cautioning you against such a situation so I calmly placed my package in the back of my vehicle and then proceeded to climb to my seat through the passenger's door! I guarantee they had a good laugh at the expense of the crazy white lady at Home Depot (that would be me.) Heck, I even laughed at myself but I'll be doggone if I was going to be a feature on Greta Van Susteren that night!

Have a SAFE and happy afternoon, folks!

As a sidenote...

...much like your favorite TV shows (FYI: mine are The Office, House, Friday Night Lights and I must admit that 30 Rock is hilarious!) Anyhoo, back to this blog being like TV shows, it will be slim pickins' here at Steph's Other Space until January. Just to be clear, this has nothing to do with the writer's strike. It has everything to do with me being the room mom who naively offered to organize a group gift from the class along with being a real mom, which means by default I am the gift-buyer for our family. My apologies to any family members who are reading this and I certainly don't want to ruin the illusion but if you received a gift from a member of this family, it was most likely (99.9% chance) purchased by moi, no matter the name on the tag. Of course the gift-buying (and/or making) is in between all the laundry, cleaning, and typing that I have to do, which is in between all the Christmas spectaculars and related activities at the kids' respective schools. Kudos to my husband, who did manage to set up the Christmas tree almost completely on his own though in theory the kids were helping...but ask me (or him) how well that went over.

For some randomness to chew on until the next time: Click here, here, and here. And maybe here or here. Have a nice day!

Randomly generated thoughts...

Hello to all... my apologies for the delay in bringing you this. GOOD MORNING! I am still of the sniffly and snotty sorts (possibly getting worse as now I have some difficulty breathing when upright) so I'm not going to make this a neat, tidy cohesive post. You know, I'm just going to sling around some thoughts and let them land where they may...think stream of VapoRub (which I have inhaled quite a bit of lately, thanks to Shannon's advice!)

First thought: I think I now have sufficient monikers for my immediate family members. My husband shall henceforth be known as Plumberboy (or hubby or beloved--ha!-- or moron spouse) while my oldest son shall be Ricky Bobby (story below) and the youngest shall remain Crabman (strong resemblance?) While I have always been a "safety first" kinda gal with an uncanny ability to think like a criminal madman, I noticed that not once BUT TWICE over the past 24 hours people have linked up with this site via this picture of me. So I am officially calling you out, Mr/Ms. Bedford, Bedfordshire United Kingdom and Mr/Ms. Halifax, Nova Scotia. Please introduce yourselves if you are reading this... otherwise, I will think you are rude and/or creepy. Please don't regard my lack of personal info as snotty (no pun intended) but simply paranoid (a la Kurt Cobain I suppose, though I'm pretty sure he's just repeating that quote. Interesting stuff to research if you're so inclined.) Also, I have given a new subtitle to my blog for all those of you who haven't noticed. It's now Steph's Other Space (Home of the Parentheses) for all the obvious reasons.

Okay, now on to something mildly entertaining. So why Ricky Bobby for my oldest? Because when he gets hurt, this is his reaction, minus the somewhat irreverant remarks about Jesus and prayers to Tom Cruise and Oprah Winfrey--but I think you get the point! Oh, and he usually keeps his clothes on. He's had this reaction for years, although we quite honestly questioned his ability to perceive pain as a baby because he never so much as flinched when he got his shots (ie: Nurse to me: I've never seen a kid not cry) or was injured (ie: he took a tennis ball hit off of an aluminum bat straight to his right temple one afternoon. The only kid crying in that exchange was the one who hit the ball and watched it subsequently bounce off Ricky Bobby's head and roll down the storm drain. True story.) Now he goes all Ricky Bobby when he incurs the slightest discomfort, which Thank God is not that often. We never had a name for this until last year but once we watched that crapfest Talladega Nights, there was an obvious resemblance. I'll be sure to post it here if I ever capture it on video.

And while football season is basically over (who really cares about any of those bowl games?!?), I do have some thoughts on the whole BS BCS debacle. First of all, I can't believe I'm saying this but I concur (wholeheartedly!) with James Carville. The BCS and NCAA are both borderline criminal in the way they handle affairs (think The Gestapo and/or The Gambino Family.) They do not care about the athletes or their respective fanbases. I do not know why the National Collegiate ATHLETIC Association is run by a bunch of college presidents (Academia who in my opinion are solely interested in settling some schoolyard score with the bullies who stole their lunch money and spraypainted "nurd" across their lockers.) Why is the NCAA not run by a group of ATHLETIC Directors?!? So I guess we're going to settle it their way, which will backfire when Less Miles proceeds to meet Jim Tressell on the 50 yardline after the game for the handshake and instead gives him a wedgie, breaks his glasses, and steals the BCS trophy.

And for the record, I don't cheer for SEC teams during the bowl season-- at least not per se. I will cheer for a team if I liked them before this bowl season (most of whom never make it to a bowl game anyway) OR if they are playing a team I detest (no further explaination needed) but I do not--repeat, do NOT-- cheer for a team on the sole basis of SEC membership. I have no allegiance whatsoever to the SEC as the SEC has no allegiance whatsoever to Alabama. It makes me sick that we even have to share any of our bowl profits with the SEC.

So hopefully that clarifies a few things. I look forward to a time when I can discuss real topics on this blog but now it's time for Yo Gabba Gabba, which incidentally is another appropriate subtitle for this blog...

Internet down...

...but fortunately back up as of this minute. Usually net downtimes are no big deal because let's face it, I'm in all likelihood just killing time (as are those of you who read this blog) but today I was actually Christmas shopping online. I rarely shop online as it drives me nuts to pay shipping and handling (hubby is not the only "cheapskate" in the family I suppose) but today I decided there were a few things that were S&H-worthy. First, I ordered our Christmas cards online. These are always worth the online effort as the Walmart Photo Center (pick the location--any location, it doesn't matter--this statement applies to every single Walmart in America) is slow to the point of madness. And that's January-November. Once you flip that little calendar of yours to December, the Walmart Photo Center somehow morphs into the DMV or the concession stands in Bryant-Denny at halftime. Surely all of you readers have experienced this too. Anyhoo, I ordered plenty of cards this year so there won't be any last minute freak-outs as the pile grows dangerously low while the stress level is high. It's only taken me, ummm, like 7 years to figure this out. Then there were a few gifts that I could only find online so I decided I better order them before it gets any closer to Christmas morning. That one took me about 5 years to figure out. (Quick learner--Roll Tide!) So hopefully I'm nearing the end of my Christmas shopping. At least my husband (and our checkbook) hope so. I also tend to freak out every year that we won't have enough--like I'm stockpiling for World Word III or worse, Walmart going out of business--and then it's over in approximately 15.2 minutes and without fail the smallest, cheapest toy was the biggest hit. So with that in mind, I spent a lot of time on the $1 Target aisle.

So I have lots of things swimming around in my head but quite honestly, there's a lot of snot up there too so I'm not feeling 100%. I know it's just from running around and not getting enough rest but then I can't get enough rest because there's so much snot in my head and I can't breathe. Hello, Mr. Vicious Cycle. I'm starting to lose it I think but good news... it's kind of funny. I let our eldest son have a friend over Friday afternoon and when his dad went to drop the kid off, the little sister (who is only a year younger) looked like she might cry so I offered for her to stay. No big deal... only four kids for one afternoon (and hey, both my sister and sister-in-law LIVE WITH FIVE!), right? All was well until we started loading up the van with all these kiddos, turning off lights, locking the dogs up... but wait! Where the heck are the dogs? OH GOOD GRAVY! They are still at the groomers...on a Friday...at 5:30 PM. So I totally forgot my dogs at the groomers for the first time ever. At least it wasn't a kid, right?


Hopefully I'll have something more interesting to share later in the week. I have a folder full of random articles I've archived to share with you my dear readers, including one about a two-headed cat, but you'll have to wait at least another day. And that, my friend, is what they call a hook.

You dodged a bullet...

...Michigan. Regardless of my feelings for you, ole maize and blue, this is not the guy you want representing your school. He was tailor-made for LSU. Hope this pans out for so many reasons, it's not even funny!