>It was in the Hitchhikers’ Guide to the Galaxy. This school year, I’m feeling it every week. I think it was: “I just can’t quite get the hang of Thursdays.”
You might be a teacher if in addition to the check box on the report card for “shallow gene pool” you want one for “chaotic home life.”
>That’s sports seasons, of course. What did you think? You might be sports fan in Wisconsin if even as you mourn the Brewers’ failure to make the play-offs, you get out your Green Bay Packer paraphernalia.
From left to right: Racing Polish sausage, rabbit with cheesehead, Racing Bratwurst, chalkboard mug, and Bret Favre bobblehead. Yes, I expect him to break Marino’s record today. Go! Pack! Go!
Oh, and in case you were wondering, I didn’t forget the Badgers. Go Big Red!!! 37-34; Wow!!
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>Oh, so the Brewers lost. Well, I “won” the ticket lottery (along with many, many other fans, I’m sure), but I still need to go online and hope I can get through the crush to buy tickets. That is, if there is still a game. I have a plan, though. I have a plan.
Meanwhile, Husband works the pre-game and post-game show today, so you won’t see him on the sidelines. Amigo and I will hang out and rest and relax and cheer on the green and gold. La Petite bought brats to cook at her apartment. She’s in the spirit.
Let’s all hope for blue skies and good football weather!
Post-Game Update: Yeah, way to go Favre!!! Tied the record for touchdown passes! Hey, Donald Driver, how many receptions was that?! Wow!! All right!! Yay!! Hey, Internet, you heard me cheering, didn’t you?!!
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You are The Cap’n!
Some men and women are born great, some achieve greatness and some slit the throats of any scalawag who stands between them and unlimited power. You never met a man – or woman – you couldn’t eviscerate. You are the definitive Man of Action, the CEO of the Seven Seas, Lee Iacocca in a blousy shirt and drawstring-fly pants. You’re mission-oriented, and if anyone gets in the way, that’s his problem, now isn’t? Your buckle was swashed long ago and you have never been so sure of anything as your ability to bend everyone to your will. You will call anyone out and cut off his head if he shows any sign of taking you on or backing down. If one of your lieutenants shows an overly developed sense of ambition he may find more suitable accommodations in Davy Jones’ locker. That is, of course, IF you notice him. You tend to be self absorbed – a weakness that may keep you from seeing enemies where they are and imagining them where they are not.
What’s Yer Inner Pirate?
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(Phew! At least they didn’t say I was the ship’s cook.)
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(Photos courtesy of Husband’s cell phone camera)
>I did it. I entered the lottery for playoff tickets should the Milwaukee Brewers actually get there. Their chances seem to fluctuate every day.
If (and I know, it’s a big if) they reach the playoffs, and if (this is an even bigger if) I get lucky in the ticket lottery, I’ll have the chance to buy four tickets.
Then comes the question: Who will go?
The first two are obvious: me and Amigo. I’ll take a personal day, and I’ll sign him out of school for this life-altering experience. But now… La Petite has been to Miller Park once, and she doesn’t really follow baseball closely. She would enjoy the game if she went, but she might choose not to goor she might have too many classes. Husband would go, but it’s hard to tell if he’d be able to get a day or two off from work in the middle of Packer football season. So…I guess we’ll wait and see. It could be La Petite and boyfriend. La Petite and roommate. Husband and brother in law. Maybe even my sister-in-law, in Madison working on her masters. Oh, I’m sure we’ll have no trouble using the tickets.
Now the real issue rears its ugly head. Whatever will we wear? We can’t go to Miller Park without being clothed in the proper colors. I might have to go shopping. Darn. It’s a dirty job, but someone has to do it.
>Comfort foods served or consumed today as Amigo and I suffer through our annual fall colds and mourn the little bunny:
cinnamon toast on homemade bread
half-caff coffee
large cup of juice
leftover homemade chicken noodle soup
canned fruit (strawberries and peaches)
mint ice cream (small scoop) with whipped cream
two cans of caffeine free diet coke
water bottle (constantly at side)
mutant homemade cookies (they look bad, but taste great)
I feel good that our fridge doesn’t look like Old Mother Hubbard’s cupboard. We had a lot of leftovers of quality foods that we could just grab and heat. Maybe that tomato soup from the freezer will thaw by suppertime. I am grateful for the bread machine and the crockpot. Without them, we’d eat a lot more junk.
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You still haven’t. See preparations for game time, below.