Happy Talky Talk
Since we moved to South Louisiana, my Mojo has been credited with some fantastic things.
Hurricane-free Hurricane season (something which leads to a bit of disappointment; we didn't want a big storm, just big enough that the power would go out for four or so hours and get us out of work/school.)
Escaping the Flood of 2009, in Georgia (undoubtedly, our old house, part of which featured an indoor lake every time it rained hard, would have suffered.)
The Saints making the Superbowl (I will talk more about this in a minute).
THE SUPERBOWL?
So here's the thing. We watched the playoff game at home, jealous of those - like my brother - who were in New Orleans, ready to party hard when we won. After much yelling, it finally happened (I am an awesome NFL coach, by the way), and we were screaming and jumping. Instinctively, we ran outside, and it seemed everyone else did, too. Impromptu shouts and hollers and wooooohs and "WHO DAT'S" rang out. Fireworks went off above us. Sirens wailed. Sprint's network failed.
It was one of the coolest moments ever.
Benny said that New Orleans was like New York City on D-Day. Also, no instances of violence or property damage were reported. I love that city.
Yesterday, the city pretty much shut down. Mass contagion of the black-and-gold-flu, it would seem.
My boss had it, but she came into work.
I'll take, Things That Make Me Feel Better About Myself for $500, Alex.
Today is Jeopardy day. Last year, I prepped for this. This year, not so much, unless it counts that I watched an average of two episodes per day while running in my living room. Double-training, that's what. In fear of psyching myself out, I'm not willing to talk much about this, but I did do the whole "make yourself beautiful to increase your self confidence" thing, well, best as I could. Some things are untouchable (like my nose), at least on my budget.
My hair, for the record is not sticking out, I am standing in front of a palm frond. I am a cutie.
Laissez Les Bon Temps
Mardi Gras is in full swing. We went to our second local parade on Sunday, and what a disappointment. The Krewe de Claude, last week was waaaaaay better, and it has a much lamer reputation. Doesn't matter, we had fun, well, I did, at least.
The House of Not Pancakes
Husband is all Trainy McWorkyPants, and he's having so much fun. I can completely understand this. I managed a fast-food McEstablishment in my college days and I still dream of working there some times. That being said, he's all "Fast Track" and stuff, and is supposed to be running his own store in 6 weeks, a full third of the normal train-up time. Good job, Husband! Also, with that own store business comes a raise, which will absolutely put him ahead of me in the money-we-make category. Will be nice. Will enable me to buy fancy running shoes, which I swear I need, because...
I RAN OUTSIDE
I know. I KNOW. This is not something I normally do. I had babysat, you see, and the noise!!! So it seemed a good way to escape, and it hurt and it was terrible but I did it, and I realized that I think I want to do it again. Not every day (don't be ridiculous!), but sometimes, and on the other days I'll still "work out" with the Wii Fit, and run-in-place while I watch Jeopardy. That's what I do. It's working... haven't lost a shit-ton of pounds, but I have lost three inches, and I have muscles I didn't know I could have, so that's all badass of me.
That all being said, I'm going to jump off a cliff here and let you all in on a secret. I want to run in a 5K. In May. Seriously. I really want to do this. I think I can. I ran 1/2 of a 5K two days ago (OUTSIDE!) and I didn't die, and I have a few months to get to that other half, and I think... how good would I feel about myself if I do this? Pretty good.
Annnnnnd... I don't have anything else to talk about, so talk amongst yourselves. Here's a topic: zombie bunnies will eat your face. Go with it.
Hurricane-free Hurricane season (something which leads to a bit of disappointment; we didn't want a big storm, just big enough that the power would go out for four or so hours and get us out of work/school.)
Escaping the Flood of 2009, in Georgia (undoubtedly, our old house, part of which featured an indoor lake every time it rained hard, would have suffered.)
The Saints making the Superbowl (I will talk more about this in a minute).
THE SUPERBOWL?
So here's the thing. We watched the playoff game at home, jealous of those - like my brother - who were in New Orleans, ready to party hard when we won. After much yelling, it finally happened (I am an awesome NFL coach, by the way), and we were screaming and jumping. Instinctively, we ran outside, and it seemed everyone else did, too. Impromptu shouts and hollers and wooooohs and "WHO DAT'S" rang out. Fireworks went off above us. Sirens wailed. Sprint's network failed.
It was one of the coolest moments ever.
Benny said that New Orleans was like New York City on D-Day. Also, no instances of violence or property damage were reported. I love that city.
Yesterday, the city pretty much shut down. Mass contagion of the black-and-gold-flu, it would seem.
My boss had it, but she came into work.
I'll take, Things That Make Me Feel Better About Myself for $500, Alex.
Today is Jeopardy day. Last year, I prepped for this. This year, not so much, unless it counts that I watched an average of two episodes per day while running in my living room. Double-training, that's what. In fear of psyching myself out, I'm not willing to talk much about this, but I did do the whole "make yourself beautiful to increase your self confidence" thing, well, best as I could. Some things are untouchable (like my nose), at least on my budget.
My hair, for the record is not sticking out, I am standing in front of a palm frond. I am a cutie.
Laissez Les Bon Temps
Mardi Gras is in full swing. We went to our second local parade on Sunday, and what a disappointment. The Krewe de Claude, last week was waaaaaay better, and it has a much lamer reputation. Doesn't matter, we had fun, well, I did, at least.
The House of Not Pancakes
Husband is all Trainy McWorkyPants, and he's having so much fun. I can completely understand this. I managed a fast-food McEstablishment in my college days and I still dream of working there some times. That being said, he's all "Fast Track" and stuff, and is supposed to be running his own store in 6 weeks, a full third of the normal train-up time. Good job, Husband! Also, with that own store business comes a raise, which will absolutely put him ahead of me in the money-we-make category. Will be nice. Will enable me to buy fancy running shoes, which I swear I need, because...
I RAN OUTSIDE
I know. I KNOW. This is not something I normally do. I had babysat, you see, and the noise!!! So it seemed a good way to escape, and it hurt and it was terrible but I did it, and I realized that I think I want to do it again. Not every day (don't be ridiculous!), but sometimes, and on the other days I'll still "work out" with the Wii Fit, and run-in-place while I watch Jeopardy. That's what I do. It's working... haven't lost a shit-ton of pounds, but I have lost three inches, and I have muscles I didn't know I could have, so that's all badass of me.
That all being said, I'm going to jump off a cliff here and let you all in on a secret. I want to run in a 5K. In May. Seriously. I really want to do this. I think I can. I ran 1/2 of a 5K two days ago (OUTSIDE!) and I didn't die, and I have a few months to get to that other half, and I think... how good would I feel about myself if I do this? Pretty good.
Annnnnnd... I don't have anything else to talk about, so talk amongst yourselves. Here's a topic: zombie bunnies will eat your face. Go with it.
Posted by Princess Sparklepants at 1/26/2010 11:08 AM 
Categories: girliness,Thumper,football,affletics
Categories: girliness,Thumper,football,affletics
You made me laugh today!
and before today, but specifically today...
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I have dreams of working at The House of Not Pancakes again. Ok, they're more like nightmares. I do miss it sometimes though!
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