>Funday Sunday

>(or Reflections on a fun Saturday night)

We packed up our teddy bears and cowbell for a fun Saturday night. Trust me, it makes sense.
We went to a minor league hockey game last night. Tickets are reasonable, the games are enjoyable, and this was a special promotion night for the team: the annual Teddy Bear Toss. The crowd brings teddy bears to the game and tosses them on the ice after the home team scores their first goal. Bears are donated to a local children’s hospital.
We left home with the ninth inning of a spring training baseball game on the van radio. The Milwaukee Brewers had come from behind and were leading by only one run going into the ninth inning, so we wanted to hear the last inning. They won, so we turned our attention from sunny Arizona baseball to ice hockey. (Um, yes. In March you can watch a baseball and a hockey game in the stretch of a few hours.)
Parking was easy, and we entered the arena with teddy bears in hand and plenty of time to spare. I rewarded myself with a new and cozy Green Bay Gamblers sweatshirt from the shop. Volunteers handed us coupons for free Personal Pan Pizzas as a reward for bringing in teddy bears.
Finding our seats was more of a challenge than we thought. We usually sit right by the glass because of Amigo’s vision, but it’s been a hassle in the past to help him down the narrow staircases to the seats. We decided to try the handicapped section this time. The first usher sent us “down the hall, take a left, and you’ll be right there.” The second usher looked at our tickets and sent us up the elevator. A third one said, “I know where these are. I’ll take you there.” She led us back down the elevator, where we ran into a good friend who works at the arena (Hi! Hi! Long time no see! Where are your seats? We don’t know yet! Mom, hurry up!) and eventually were led down a side hall to the wheelchair ramp and our area.
We (finally) found our seats, turned and waved to my friend on her catwalk beside her large spotlight, and then settled in for the fun.
When the Gamblers scored their first goal, the place went nuts. You’ve heard of raining cats and dogs? It was raining teddy bears in plastic bags! And since we were sitting down front, we were getting pummeled with animals that didn’t quite make the ice. We threw ours and at least twenty or thirty more. One hungry bear knocked over my popcorn, darn it. Next year, I’ll wait until after the toss to get snacks.
We left the arena minus three bears, plus a new sweatshirt, coupons for pizza and tacos (a promotion whenever the team scores five goals or more) and a radio t-shirt we caught when it was tossed into the crowd (yet another promotion). We’ll add it to Amigo’s collection.
All in all, it was a Funday Saturday for the sports fans in our family.

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>Humor can raise spirits

>This all happened last night when I was overtired from a long, tough week and a long and tiring, though enjoyable, day. Husband has decided he wants a better blog nickname. La Petite was home for the weekend, and she joined in. Amigo (the former El Grande) stayed out of it, listening to a spring training baseball game. The conversation went something like this.

Husband: What’s my name on your blog?
La Petite: You’re El Husbando.
me: No, it’s just Husband.
Husband: Boring. You can do better. I can do better.
La Petite: How about the Mustachio One?
me: What if he shaves?
La Petite: He hasn’t been in years, right? Don’t worry.
Husband: (grins)
me: There must be something better.
Husband: Kilgore!
me: That’s not fun. Not unless you enjoy the smell of napalm in the morning.
Husband: He’s cool! He blows things up!
me: How about Tuttle?
Husband: But he’s imaginary!
me: He’s also cool. The women want to meet him, the men want to be him.
Husband: But he’s not real! And everyone important knows he’s not real!
me: He’s good looking and smart and all those other amazing qualities. You could be Tuttle.
Husband: Let’s think of something else.
me: How about something related to your model trains?
La Petite: Mom, don’t tell him he has a “cute caboose” again. That’s embarrassing.
me: You mean he can’t be The Caboose on my blog?
both: No.
Husband: What’s the name of the husband in the comic strip “For Better or for Worse?” He’s a model train buff.
me: Um, uh, the Mom is Elly, the kids are Michael, Elizabeth, and April, Michael is married to Deanna and has Meredith and Robin… I don’t know the dad’s name. He’s a dentist! I know he’s a dentist. And you’re not.
Husband (after a brief web search): Listen. “Elly’s protagonist, John Patterson…” There you go!
me: La Petite, we found a name. He’s my Protagonist.
Husband: No, no, no. I’m John!
me: That’s not your name, and it’s boring.
Husband: What do you call Husband?

So he still doesn’t have a new nickname. I rather like Protagonist, but we’ll see.

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>Spell this: Autism in the News

>I was all set to write one last “Funday Sunday” post about the Pro Bowl. For a change, the game last night was fun and exciting to watch. We bonded as a family as we ate quesadillas and talked about football one last time.
Then I woke up this morning and read the Sunday paper. Ouch.
This headline “Chilton student overcomes autism to win spelling bee, advance to state contest” caught our attention. Overcomes autism? Did he leave his autism offstage as the spelling bee began? Did some magical cure turn up just before the competition?
How about “Student with autism wins spelling bee” or “Student demonstrates excellent memory and spelling skills despite disability” instead? The student in question is an excellent speller and strong student in many ways, according to the article. Autism could have been an factor in the stress of the competition, but this is a factor for neurotypical students as well.
I am always happy to read of children with autism succeeding in school. The misleading headline, however, may be all some readers see. This is a successful student with autism who shows a talent for spelling. He did not “overcome” his autism in order to be successful.
Editors need to be more thoughtful and insightful when putting these banners in print.

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>Funday Monday

>Yes, it’s TOO COLD for school to be in session! So I am wide awake, having fed the bunnies and turned off Amigo’s alarm. Husband is off for work already, and La Petite is sleeping until I wake her for her doctor’s appointment.
Some of my favorite bloggers are reacting to the Super Bowl. Surprisingly (or not), very few are talking about the game itself.
Mocha Momma comments on Prince’s halftime show, especially his, um, headpiece.
Mir wonders if she’ll ever be credible again if she un-grounds her kids to watch the game (and its commercials) with her.
I think many of the others are sleeping in or drinking coffee while their kids snore.
I’ll go on record saying that I enjoyed the game. The sheer number of miscues, odd for a game of this magnitude, made it exciting. When the Colts pulled ahead for good, the game excitement waned, but watching Tony Dungy get showered in Gatorade (as though he wasn’t already soaked!) was pretty cool. He really deserved this win. What took Peyton Manning so long to finally smile? Didn’t he realize he earned his Super Bowl ring at last?
Commercials? Bud Lite was disappointing. Budweiser itself was okay, with the dog wanting to be a Dalmation, but it didn’t quite reach the level of the donkey wanting to be a Clydesdale. Oprah and Letterman? Yes, we laughed.
Doritos. Now Doritos had a couple of effective ads. These were the kind that held us to the screen wondering what was coming next. Sorry, Doritos, I still don’t like your chips. Your sales won’t change.
I liked Coke’s classy spots, emphasizing the longevity of their product and its place in U.S. history.
Chevy? Hey, the college freshman who won with her car-wash design is a University of Wisconsin student. Amidst this cold and snow there are many creative minds!!
But my favorite, the one that made us laugh out loud and keep on laughing, was the NFL spot. If you didn’t stay on the couch for the two minute warning, you missed a good one. As hard as it may be, I guess I’ll have to put the cheesehead and the singing Packer in storage for the off-season. My fleece, however, is still warm and cozy for days like today.

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>Funday Sunday — of a different sort

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Well, I can’t cheer for my favorite team tonight, but I am wearing my socks.
It’s too cold to go sledding, so I baked banana bread instead.
My cold is gradually getting better, so I’m drinking lots of liquids and hanging out by the vaporizer to keep fighting.
The temperature has reached a high of (gulp) 1 degree below zero so far today. I think we’ll stay inside and huddle around the cozy blankets and the bunnies.
Everyone has cabin fever (Amigo is sitting beside me begging me to hurry up so that he can use the computer), and we’re likely to get on each other’s nerves, so I might have to bake cookies, too. Darn. Such a sacrifice.
And the truth about tonight’s Super bowl: I’ll watch the game and the commercials, but I’ll really be cheering because Favre is going to give the Packers and their fans at least one more year.
I think I’ll fill my own Lombardi “trophy” with cappuccino and join the family “huddle” in the den.

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>Go team go! But which team?

>Regular readers know that I live and breathe Packer Green and Gold. My teenage son wears the colors with pride and knows all the NFL stadium names by memory (watch out Jeopardy), my daughter can stump her college friends (male or female) with her knowledge of the game, and Husband sometimes works Sundays to get away from the frenzy at home. What to do when the home team doesn’t make the playoffs? For whom do we cheer? How can a family like ours choose a team that doesn’t have our favorite 3-time MVP at the the helm?
Our “logic” works like this.
We could cheer for the NFC team nearest ours, the one that won the division title, even though our Packers beat the heck out of them in the final game of the season (sorry, Bear fans, I couldn’t resist).
We could choose an AFC team that boasts another talented quarterback from the south who does priceless commercials. (“D-Caf! –boom, boom– D-Caf!”) And the Colts’ coach, Tony Dungy, has gone through a lot of private suffering in a very public arena, maintaining his dignity and class the whole time.
Then there’s the “storied past” angle. Mike Holmgren, currently of the Seattle Seahawks, coached the Pack to their last Super Bowl win ten years ago, uniting the entire extended community of Green Bay in the celebration.
But what about the New Orleans Saints? They were hit hard when hurricane Katrina devastated the Gulf Coast and trashed their home dome. Haven’t they earned the respect and admiration of fans across the country with their amazing comeback?
La Petite found a solution. Click here, and NFL.com will analyze your preferences and assign you a surrogate team.
Enjoy! And trust me, fellow cheeseheads; the Pack will be Back.

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>An Open Letter to Chicago Bears Fans

>Enjoy. You’ve waited a long time for a Division Championship.
You have more in common with us than you might realize. We in Packer Country enjoy our Green and Gold through thick and thin, and we appreciate loyalty in others as well. Those who are jumping on the Bear Bandwagon just this season will not have the deep-seated joy of those who waited faithfully, wearing their blue and orange hearts on their sleeves (and their Christmas trees).
Your last Glory Years were quite a while ago. This generation of Bear Fans might only know of Mike Ditka, Jim McMahon, or Refrigerator Perry the way we Northerners remember Vince Lombardi, Ray Nitschke and Bart Starr. Now you can teach them a whole new set of names and numbers.
I’ll be cheering for the Pack tonight and wondering if this is it for Brett Favre. But no matter how it ends, with a celebratory beer and burger or drowning my sorrows the green and gold way, it’ll be a Whole New Year with a whole new set of playoff teams.
And win or lose, I’ll keep saying, “Hey, Bear fans, you’ve earned this. Enjoy it while it lasts. “
But don’t get used to it. Your South-of-the-border dynasty will only be around until Mike McCarthy rebuilds his team. Woo-hoo! Go Pack Go!

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>Updates, corrections, and (maybe) retractions

>The kitchen smells good again. We baked cookies on Wednesday night, and we’ll probably decorate tonight. We were too busy watching the Packers’ and the Vikings’ defenses tussling last night to do anything that required concentration.
Husband felt compelled to correct my post about the whole olfactory ordeal, saying that he is NOT squeamish about mice. No, not at all. And he’s dealt with more mice than I supposedly know about.
Hence, let me rephrase this. Of the two of us, he is the one with the most active gag reflex. Removal of a smelly and potentially gross item from the home is safer done by the Daisy one, not the handsome Husbandly one, sweet and snuggly though he may be. Even though he did give me a hard time about the typo in the title (which I have since fixed), he is still a sweet and nice guy. And more…

And even though it’s not Funday Sunday, I felt compelled to show you the adorable little hat that adorns our tree. You couldn’t have predicted the color scheme, could you? No, the entire tree is not green and gold — just a few select ornaments. Okay, more than a few. Sort of. Maybe.

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>Fun on Thursday

>You might be a Green Bay Packers fan if one of these flies around your Christmas tree.

When we lived next door to Lambeau Field, watching the blimps was a favorite pastime — except when they interfered with our television reception. The blimps no longer circle Lambeau, but I’ll always remember watching them and watching the small planes that used to drag advertising banners through the air.

This little blimp was a gift, too. Lest you think I am obsessed (well, okay, I am), I didn’t buy any of the ornaments featured today or last Sunday. All were gifts, many from students.
Update:
Hey, Brett, are you listening? All of Wisconsin is shouting: “One more year! One more year! One more year! One more year! One more year! One more year! One more year! One more year! One more year!”

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>Funday Sunday and the Tree

>No one fumbles around with the tree in a Green Bay Packer fan household. Diminutive though they may be, these little delights are like prize jewels of the family ornament collection. This roly-poly guy is a jingle bell decked out in Green and Gold and a football uniform.

These two came from a student (oh, she knew me well). They look fragile, but they aren’t. You won’t see them on injured reserve. Tiny and shiny, the crystal snowmen are small enough to fit in a teacup, but they’re prettier near a string of lights that can reflect on their glory.

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