Are You Ready For Some Football?

Tomorrow is the real start of the 2005 NFL Season. I am stoked. I am in another Fantasy Football league this year, but only one... found that I could not keep my teams straight and ended up being mediocre at best last year. Plus, this league will pay money!!

I have my office pool picks. (more money) And I even have Abbie placing her picks too. (backup plan for more money).

I have my snacks all set and ready.

I can't wait.

It is a simple and silly fanatical thing I enjoy, but I always convince myself that it is alright because I am not this passionate about any other sport. I don't wear jerseys "every" weekend as I flip constantly between every single football game, thanks to my Direct TV Sunday Ticket programming.

I don't kick my dog or abuse my family if the Niners lose. Gawd knows that I would be in jail after last season.

Aside from a general derogatory statement usually directed at the arrogant and ignorant Joe Theisman or John Madden, I am typically pretty sane.

I woot and holler just enough to startle the kids and make the old dog bark. This year, Ellie will most likely run into the room to see what all the excitement is about. I will tell her and she will look at me blankly, just like her older sister always did. I can count on Ellie being close by though, because I always have snacks hanging around throughout the day. Emma use to love football season when she was the same age... then regular childhood play with Barbie's and Polly Pockets, and other little girls severed our football relationship - she'll be back.

I am happy that the air is getting colder so I don't feel bad that I am not enjoying the sunshine and beautiful weather on Sundays, because I am NOT going to go outside (after 10 am).

Oh yeah, and all the weight I happened to shave off for my summer vacations will most likely help me with my winter coat because of the beer and cheese I will be consuming, but hey, it's expected, it's officially football season.

What's Grosser Than Gross?

I use to think it was the one time when Emma was just a few months old and I was changing her diaper. That was the time when I pulled her legs up to put on a fresh covering that she shat right before my eyes. It was like a Play-Doh pump toy or a water pump. That was pretty "disdusting" as Emma would say now.

But last night I was reminded that child vomit is truly grosser than gross. Ellie helped to jog my memory. The reason why it is the number one on the gross scale is because I am now on my third load of laundry because of her sudden stomach bug. We had to wash countless blankets, three sets of pajamas, two washcloths, a mattress cover, the baby bumper, some towels, and both my and Abbie's clothes. The round that was grossest is a close tie - the initial spew where everything was everywhere and I was choking back my own dinner at about 10 pm, and the 2 am episode where Abbie had it running down all over her chest. Probably the big one wins though, just for sure volume.

I bet you are really excited that I shared this little bit of knowledge, but what can I say, I have had a dry spell of thoughts online.

Let's just say that this is my reminder to everyone to Wash Your Hands, all the time.