WHOOOOOOP!!! Even the Corso Curse (he picked the Ags to win) couldn't keep us down. ;)
Best game I've seen in years. It was exciting and of course it was fabulous to win. So proud.
Best play of the game:
I don't always fumble, but when I do, I throw a touchdown.
We've been yucking it up for three weeks now, wondering how I might ring the elementary school spelling bee bell when a child misspelled his word. I could be really hesitant and sweet and say, "Good job, hon'," with a delicate *tink* on the bell. I could really whack it and shout, "LOSER!"
All that time, I knew there would be four judges, and the chances of me getting to ring the bell were about zero. (Okay, 25%.)
I walked into the cafeteria for the spelling bee this week, and they immediately gave me the bell. It was the funniest. I was very polite with it, too, although it was one of those xylophone bells with a mallet, and I was constantly thinking about the scene from Grease, where Blanche gets carried away with the xylophone before Principal McGee's announcements.
Patrick's Saturday Six: J
1. J is for JAILBREAK: Would you ever jailbreak a piece of your technology to do things that weren’t supported by the manufacturer, even if it voided the warranty?
Maaaaybe, although I haven't been that desperate for a function yet. I would jailbreak it after the warranty expired. We did jailbreak some "cool" T-Mobile phone we bought at Amazon for Lauren many years ago, so she could use it at AT&T. We didn't sink much money into that though.
2. J is for JAZZ: What your favorite jazz tune?
"At Last" Etta James
3. J is for JELLY: What’s your favorite flavor of jelly?
blackberry
4. J is for JET: What’s the farthest distance you’ve traveled by plane?
5500 miles, from Houston to Frankfurt
5. J is for JEWELRY: Which piece of jewelry that you own means the most to you (and why)?
my wedding ring, because of its symbolic significance
6. J is for JOURNAL: Other than your blog, do you keep a private, written journal that is truly for your eyes only?
Not since college, when Jeff read mine and I threw them all away. Before that, my junior year of high school, John read the ones I had written at that point and I tossed those. I vowed never to journal again. I should have stuck with that. So while we're discussing it--- please do not read another person's journals. It's an extreme violation of trust. If you want to read it or have an excerpt read to you, don't be afraid to ask. I happily read excerpts of my journals with various friends and boyfriends on several occasions, and they did with me as well. It was fun! There is just some stuff in a journal that isn't meant for anyone but the writer to see. That's the point of a private journal.
I was working in the backyard, doing various things, including getting rid of the curvy brick border around my never-realized flower bed. Half the bricks were used last year when we had our front yard professionally made over by ABC Home Services (whom we have used for almost 20 years for in-home pest control, handyman services and landscaping... on the upper-middle cost side but they absolutely stand behind their work and do the best quality home services I've ever had done). They expanded the front bed with bricks from the back to match the existing front bricks, which had been weathered for the same number of years. If we had used new bricks, they would have been a different color. Smart, eh?
Anyhoo... I was pulling these remaining bricks from the border, which is embedded in the dirt. I pulled one up that was covered with ants. Amazingly, I only got four bites. We've all had chicken pox, poison ivy, etc. that covered us in itchy spots, and we make it through. I'm telling you though, these four bites are making me cRaZY!!! Yeesh, am I a wimp.
I tried Orajel on them the other night, a tip from someone online, and it worked for a bit, but it was far too sticky to be practical. I need some Lidocaine cream. Or four tiny ice packs.
I pulled the other bricks from the underground ant colony area one at a time. In incredible haste, I extracted one brick, tossed it into the grass, left the area and waited about two hours for things to settle. Then I returned to extract the next brick. Time consuming, but I didn't get any more bites.
Another mini-project I took care of was nailing a fallen fence board back up. My neighbor happened to be in his backyard while I was hammering, and came over to find out WTH I was doing chat.
Matt: Whatcha doin' there?
Me: Nailing this board back in.
Matt: Nice work.
Me: I hope I'm doing it correctly. I used a galvanized nail. Isn't that the right kind?
Matt: Yes! Good job. I'll have to tell Jeff to...
At this point I think he's going to say, "...take you out to dinner" or "...buy you something with diamonds."
He says, "...get you a Home Depot gift card!"
Ahh. Yes. Well, I do need new gutter downspout splashes!
While I can hardly rouse any excitement over four more years of Obama, I am quite relieved that the elitist and misogynous Romney is not President. I hope the Republicans and Democrats can come up with some better candidates next time. (Biden will not be that candidate, Dems. Just say no.)
Despite the current economy and the inflation we're all suffering through, Austin passed every government expenditure proposed. Not surprising. Worst one is Prop 1, a 63% Central Health tax increase (from 8 to 13 cents per $100 home value) to build a UT medical school. Many UT employees didn't vote for it because a new med school will take money away from other university departments. I didn't vote for it because you don't build something you don't need, just to get federal matching dollars (which we also pay for, thankyouverymuch). Typical government logic.
I don't need a Lamborghini. If someone said, "Hey. If you put $100,000 towards it, I'll provide 146% matching funds," I still wouldn't buy one.
The positive thing in all this is that in another week or so, we will no longer have to wade through the political madness on Facebook. Whee!
Lauren and I voted last week. We got these stickers:
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I was up until 2:00 this morning, spending hours working on a resume, letter of interest and paper application (PAPER?) for a cool job for which I'm actually qualified and have current experience. Then I got up at 6:00 to finish the process and get it into an envelope to mail. (Did I mention... PAPER application?)
You know I'm not going to get this position, right? It will be the one I spend five minutes tossing together at the last minute. Still. I had to put in the extraordinary effort, as there is an element of *cue trumpet fanfare* Event Planning to this job. I love event planning!! Remember my wedding, where I had individual printed event notes for each wedding party member? Fun, right? I know!
:)
I actually took time to read through a lengthy, angry political
conversation this morning in the comments on a friend's Facebook photo. One guy (not a
friend of mine), a very extreme Republican, was ranting on and on about
"sanctimonious Independents" and how they are the reason this country
is such a mess. He said Independents voted Obama in four years ago, and
they need to take responsibility for their stupidity.
Oh brother.
Replying liberals and independents alike had this guy in a tizzy. I think some were just toying with him to see if he would implode. So funny. Sometimes people just need to take a pill.
Wurstfest! I've lived here for almost 23 years and had never been. So yesterday, we went with Scott 'n Julie. It is mostly a German food festival, really. Arrive hungry. Most everything we tried was great. There was a lot of musical entertainment, and we particularly enjoyed our lunch at a picnic table along the river. Beautiful setting. Gorgeous weather. There was a lot of beer, too, of course. Best of all, like Halloween (or any Tuesday night), it's a great excuse to wear a slutty dirndl.
The Aggies beat Mississippi State yesterday while we were in New Braunfels, receiving live updates from our child. WHOOP! (We also watched the whole thing on DVR when we got home.) A&M is currently #2 in the SEC West behind 'Bama. The Ags are getting some of the best sports press ever this season. Very, very exciting. Onward to Tuscaloosa!!
Patrick's Saturday Six: I
1. I is for ICEBOX: What’s your favorite food that’s in your refrigerator right now?
Slovacek sausage. My all-time favorite sausage is actually the sage version of Meyer's Elgin Sausage, but HEB stopped carrying it a few years ago and I haven't seen it around town. (Gotta get out to Elgin. It's seriously worth the trip.) The sausage is going into jambalaya this week, although I typically cook it with Salt Lick sauce and add mac-n-cheese and fresh fruit for a quick supper.
2. I is for INANE: Of the television shows you watch regularly, which would you call the dumbest?
The Bachelor
3. I is for INCOME: Do you think the wealthy should receive enough breaks to pay a lower tax rate than the middle class?
Absolutely not. A flat percentage is the fairest way to levy an income tax. Get rid of the bulk of the IRS and charge a 15% flat tax on all forms of income for everyone. The first X thousand dollars per person in a household are exempt from taxes. No deductions.
4. I is for INEDIBLE: What’s your least favorite vegetable?
squash
5. I is for INJURY: What’s the worst injury you’ve suffered in your life?
This is the first time I've realized that although I've had three life-threatening illnesses, I have never had a serious injury! Woo!! The worst was stepping on a nail sticking up through a construction 2x4 that I was walking on. I was five. It made a huge hole and almost went through the top of my foot. At the time, I was profoundly afraid of needles, so the tetanus shot was almost worse for me than stepping on the nail.
6. I is for INK: Which color ink do you prefer to write with?
blue
Gig 'em Ags! BTHO Mississippi State!
Saturday 9: Key Largo
1) This song was inspired by the Bogart/Bacall movie of the same name. Do you have a favorite Humphrey Bogart film? Which one?
As wildly into film as I am, I have actually watched very few old, black and white movies. I think the only Bogart movie I've ever seen is Casablanca.
2) Where do you rent movies? (Netflix, Redbox, OnDemand, etc.)
Amazon, Redbox, OnDemand... whoever has what we want. Netflix never streams movies we want to see, so we cancelled it.
3) Have you ever been to the Florida Keys?
Yes! We were in Key West on a cruise in AUGUST. Never go to the Keys in August. There is no air conditioning in most buildings. It is heatstroke hot and 1000% humidity. We want to go back over Christmas some year, when it's cool and the houses are decorated.
4) According to government statistics, more than half the people who currently live in Florida were born in another state. Were you born in the state where you currently live?
Nope.
5) To be honest, Crazy Sam really hates this week's featured song. (Hear it here.) Do you like it? Loathe it? Or are you unfamiliar with it?
I hate it.
6) Local authorities in a suburb of Sydney blasted Barry Manilow songs into a neighborhood park to keep "hooligans" away after dark. Is there an artist or song that would make you run in the other direction?
Norah Jones
7) Two of the most common fears are going to the dentist and speaking in public. Do either of those really get under your skin?
Going to the dentist isn't any big deal to me. Public speaking is fine, as long as I'm confident in what I'm talking about. If not, I get very nervous.
8) We're having burgers. What do you want on yours?
mayo, grilled onions, sautéed mushrooms
9) Here's your chance to do a shameless plug -- What charity or cause do you wish got more support?
The Leukemia and Lymphoma Society
I sure hope Mickey Mouse is ready to step up as President in January,
with as many write-in votes as I've heard he is getting. Pretty good, considering a campaign budget of zero and his undeniably extreme stance on election reform.
I have discovered via social media this year that there are far more closet Republicans than closet Democrats. At some point, Republicans started appearing from out of the woodwork. The few I knew about had vowed to leave their politics outside Facebook and Twitter... until they got fed up with the partisan bickering and/or the voices of the loud Dems, and started posting their own daily articles/statuses/cartoons/jokes. So there ya' go. Who knew? Now it makes more sense that the race is running neck and neck, while it always seemed to me like Obama had it in the bag.
Early voting
ends today. Voting Day is next Tuesday. Even if you decide to abstain
from the presidential vote, remember there are many local items on your
ballot. Vote vote vote!
(Austonians--- vote NO on Prop 1.)
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We didn't go to any parties or anything last night, but at the last minute, I decided I might be able to pull off a Lady Gaga costume to greet trick-or-treaters at the door. I have a cool lilac wig, big sunglasses and red lipstick. If that isn't the beginning of a Lady Gaga outfit, I don't know what is.
I told Cathy I wished I had a meat dress. I did have a skirt steak, so all I really needed was a shirt.
Heh.
Man, I should have taken pictures of the outfits I tried on with my wig, glasses and lipstick- every imaginable combination from a cocktail dress and high heels, to an all-black ensemble, to a throw-in-the-towel (OH! just a towel- that would have been awesome) pajamas with big fuzzy slippers and a cigarette hanging out of my mouth (for the "Gaga at home" look).
Nothing wowed me though, so I answered the door as me... with red lipstick, because I only own that color in the 24-hour long-wearing version.
Only 100 kids showed up, instead of the normal 150. Did someone set up traffic cones at the entrance to the street or something? And what am I left with? A bag and a half of Airheads. I had never tried one before, but I got curious when the kids were so excited to get them.
They are nasty. Just. Eww.
How am I supposed to pawn those off on the guys at Jeff's office?
I had two favorite trick-or-treaters this year:
1) a toddler who tried to come into my house when I opened the door. It reminded me of Lauren's first Halloween with her friend Niki. Those two tiny girlies tried to go into every house, too. When you knock and someone opens the door, you walk in. I get it!
2) a two-year-old boy dressed as a pumpkin who, instead of saying "trick or treat" when I opened the door, said "CANDYYYYYY!!!" (to the horror of his embarrassed tween brother- priceless)
Related side note-- Lauren and I watched American Horror Story late last night. This week's episode was scary as all get-out! Holy crapcakes. I was actually screaming at one point.
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