Headache is gone (god I love drugs) and it’s just in time for FOOTBALL SATURDAY!

Goooo Hogs! Beat those Cocks. (Gamecocks, you dirty little blog readers. Sheesh.) This is an important game. My little piggies are undefeated in the conference. But now the pressure is on and we still have some tough teams to play. But I’m not worried. Much.

Woo Pig Sooie!

And again, for me “wee laddie”(here he is in his Nebraska gear)

Go Big Red!

I wouldn’t cheer for Nebraska for anyone else…so Grant better realize how special he is… LOL

Before (American) football starts, I’m enjoying a bit of other football…yes, Soccer to us Americans. Liverpool v. Reading. I love Saturdays….

Drunk blogging is the new drunk dialing…and I have a rule against it.

Remember drunk dialing? We all did it. (some of us still do) You know…you have just enough alcohol in your system to put you in a stupidly emotional state and you get all touchy feely and decide it’s time to wax poetic to the person(s) you love the most.

So you reach out and touch someone.

And sometimes that works in your favor and sometimes it doesn’t.

For me, drunk dialing has gone the way of the dodo and been replaced by drunk blogging or emailing. Really, I shouldn’t do it. But if I’ve had just one glass of wine too many, I suddenly have this urge to talk about my feelings. In writing. Where it stays forever. And can be forwarded. Or referred to. Often.

I’m a writer. This should be okay, right? Well, I suppose that all depends on the amount of alcohol and exactly what I’m feeling ooey-gooey about.

This has happened a couple of times over the past year. I’m not gonna point out the posts. If you’re a regular reader, you can probably pick them out on your own. If you’re not a regular reader and you’re really that interested in drowning in my sap–knock yourself out. It might take you a while, but you’ll find them.

One of my best friends in the world is still a drunk dialer, though he doesn’t do it as often as he used to. I think it’s cuz he doesn’t drink vodka anymore…but that’s beside the point. One night, I came home to a 30 minute message. And when the machine cut him off, he called back so he could finish. It was kinda awesome, really. I wish I still had that message cuz there’s nothing more true than the spoutings of drunk dialing.

Or drunk emailing or drunk blogging.

Today, I had a headache the size of Canada. It continued to grow until I couldn’t stand to breathe because the smells were bothering me. And the sounds. God everything was so loud! So I left work a little early, came home and popped a Lortab and took a little nap.

And guess what I’m doing now?

Noooo. I’m not drunk blogging. I’m High. Totally different. Duh.

Drunk blogging is the new drunk dialing…and I have a rule against it.

Remember drunk dialing? We all did it. (some of us still do) You know…you have just enough alcohol in your system to put you in a stupidly emotional state and you get all touchy feely and decide it’s time to wax poetic to the person(s) you love the most.

So you reach out and touch someone.

And sometimes that works in your favor and sometimes it doesn’t.

For me, drunk dialing has gone the way of the dodo and been replaced by drunk blogging or emailing. Really, I shouldn’t do it. But if I’ve had just one glass of wine too many, I suddenly have this urge to talk about my feelings. In writing. Where it stays forever. And can be forwarded. Or referred to. Often.

I’m a writer. This should be okay, right? Well, I suppose that all depends on the amount of alcohol and exactly what I’m feeling ooey-gooey about.

This has happened a couple of times over the past year. I’m not gonna point out the posts. If you’re a regular reader, you can probably pick them out on your own. If you’re not a regular reader and you’re really that interested in drowning in my sap–knock yourself out. It might take you a while, but you’ll find them.

One of my best friends in the world is still a drunk dialer, though he doesn’t do it as often as he used to. I think it’s cuz he doesn’t drink vodka anymore…but that’s beside the point. One night, I came home to a 30 minute message. And when the machine cut him off, he called back so he could finish. It was kinda awesome, really. I wish I still had that message cuz there’s nothing more true than the spoutings of drunk dialing.

Or drunk emailing or drunk blogging.

Today, I had a headache the size of Canada. It continued to grow until I couldn’t stand to breathe because the smells were bothering me. And the sounds. God everything was so loud! So I left work a little early, came home and popped a Lortab and took a little nap.

And guess what I’m doing now?

Noooo. I’m not drunk blogging. I’m High. Totally different. Duh.

Back in my day, we called it “Slug Bug” or “Beetle”.

Now the game is “Punch Buggy” and we play it all the time.

Well, today I was in the car all by myself and I was kicking some Punch Buggy ass. Too bad nobody was with me cuz I saw two yellow punch buggies and four other ones. (The yellow cars are 2 pts a piece so they are special)

But, not only did I kick Punch Buggy’s ass, I also kicked some “Cruiser Bruiser” ass as well. (side note: The Lads called it “Boozer Cruiser” but since we have children of the non-boozing age, we stick with “cruiser bruiser.)

Get this…not only did I see the “Woody” Cruiser–I also saw a Yellow Cruiser. Man! There was no stopping me today.

But nobody was in the car, so it didn’t count…until now.

I’m punch buggying and cruiser bruisering all you guys. I’m unstoppable!

Back in my day, we called it “Slug Bug” or “Beetle”.

Now the game is “Punch Buggy” and we play it all the time.

Well, today I was in the car all by myself and I was kicking some Punch Buggy ass. Too bad nobody was with me cuz I saw two yellow punch buggies and four other ones. (The yellow cars are 2 pts a piece so they are special)

But, not only did I kick Punch Buggy’s ass, I also kicked some “Cruiser Bruiser” ass as well. (side note: The Lads called it “Boozer Cruiser” but since we have children of the non-boozing age, we stick with “cruiser bruiser.)

Get this…not only did I see the “Woody” Cruiser–I also saw a Yellow Cruiser. Man! There was no stopping me today.

But nobody was in the car, so it didn’t count…until now.

I’m punch buggying and cruiser bruisering all you guys. I’m unstoppable!

Okay, so Maureen tagged me and I don’t wanna leave her hangin’ (cuz that’s just how I roll).

I’m supposed to reveal 5 interesting things about myself. Honestly, I’m digging the trenches for this stuff…let me know if you find any of these things remotely interesting, okay?

1. I played on an undefeated basketball team from 7th grade-10th grade. That same team won the AAAAA State Championship 3 out of my 4 years in high school. The year we didn’t take the championship, we lost by two in the finals.

2. I broke my tailbone trying to slip-n-slide standing up. I made it about 1/4 of the way down the strip and busted my ass. Literally. I found out later, someone had added vegetable oil to slip-n-slide. Do not try this at home.

3. I had Lyme’s Disease 4 years ago and now have some minor arthritis in my elbows as a result.

4. The night I met Fishdog I was on a date with another man. (A former schoolmate of Fishdog’s) When the date was over, I called my girlfriend and told her I met the man I was gonna marry. Five months later, Fishdog and I were engaged.

5. I had a cancerous mole removed from my hip when I was fifteen(It had 5 inch roots, so it was a pretty involved sugery. I still have a scar.) When I woke up from the surgery, I asked the doctor to pack and bandage me well enough so I could play softball that night. He laughed and said he’d do it but there would be no way I would even want to play. I hit four homeruns that game.

I’m gonna tag some folks now…

Kristen Painter, Maria Geraci, Louisa Edwards, Fishdog, and Lillian Feisty

You’re it!

Okay, so Maureen tagged me and I don’t wanna leave her hangin’ (cuz that’s just how I roll).

I’m supposed to reveal 5 interesting things about myself. Honestly, I’m digging the trenches for this stuff…let me know if you find any of these things remotely interesting, okay?

1. I played on an undefeated basketball team from 7th grade-10th grade. That same team won the AAAAA State Championship 3 out of my 4 years in high school. The year we didn’t take the championship, we lost by two in the finals.

2. I broke my tailbone trying to slip-n-slide standing up. I made it about 1/4 of the way down the strip and busted my ass. Literally. I found out later, someone had added vegetable oil to slip-n-slide. Do not try this at home.

3. I had Lyme’s Disease 4 years ago and now have some minor arthritis in my elbows as a result.

4. The night I met Fishdog I was on a date with another man. (A former schoolmate of Fishdog’s) When the date was over, I called my girlfriend and told her I met the man I was gonna marry. Five months later, Fishdog and I were engaged.

5. I had a cancerous mole removed from my hip when I was fifteen(It had 5 inch roots, so it was a pretty involved sugery. I still have a scar.) When I woke up from the surgery, I asked the doctor to pack and bandage me well enough so I could play softball that night. He laughed and said he’d do it but there would be no way I would even want to play. I hit four homeruns that game.

I’m gonna tag some folks now…

Kristen Painter, Maria Geraci, Louisa Edwards, Fishdog, and Lillian Feisty

You’re it!

HowManyOfMe.com

There are: 201 people with my name in the U.S.A. How many have your name?

How cool is that?

Thanks for letting me steal from you, Lee. Not sure where you find this stuff…

HowManyOfMe.com

There are: 201 people with my name in the U.S.A. How many have your name?

How cool is that?

Thanks for letting me steal from you, Lee. Not sure where you find this stuff…

I survived last night…but it was a miracle!
Okay, I’m exaggerating–a little.

Rader’s make-up really didn’t bother me so much. But Ian’s? *shudder* Thankfully my #1 born son decided to spend halloween with his friends on the square instead of with us. He did his best to torment me while he was at home. He had this awful high-pitched Barney laugh and and he’d open his eyes as wide as he could (which really isn’t that wide, but still, it was effective) and he’d smile with his brace face and it really made me cringe.

Have I mentioned how much I hate clowns?
Fishdog joined in the party and became Fishdog of the Dead. I just sprinkled myself in glitter and called myself The Glitter Avenger. Oh, and I had “smoky eyes” from dramatic effect.

I’m a little disappointed in my lack of halloween spirit this year. I hung a single ghost in the yard and didn’t dress up. I didn’t even buy candy because we went to someone else’s house. The women drank wine and the men braved the storm with the kids. Next year I will do better.

I leave you with a little photo montage. My youngest son loves the camera and every time we download pictures, we find a little surprise. Last night, sometime in the 5 minutes between showers and bed, Rader managed to get a hold of the camera.

Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you: Halloween Rader Self-Portrait