Sunday, October 12, 2008

Don't Vote for Pedro!!!!

Don't vote for Pedro, go here and vote your heart... . This is the candidate I think we can all get behind; she wants women back in the kitchen where they belong. She wants dinner on the table when her man gets home. She wants to sell her car so she can be a good example to other women that they don't need to go anywhere. They can use hubby's car to go grocery shopping on the weekend. She's got all the values that all free, white men-a.k.a.-Americans have been waiting to get back to for decades. She's your woman! (Although there's talk that she may be a man dressed as a woman but that's being investigated currently...) But, dont' forget to vote!

Who knew?

Who in the world would have guessed that they have football in Maryland? I guess I did know; I've watched enough Ravens games with Justin, washed enough Ravens jerseys for Justin, have a friend who is a former super star football player from University of Maryland, and I did grow up knowing about the Colts. Actually, normally very unlike me, I'm exaggerating a bit. A few years ago when the Ravens played the Colts here I wore purple all day. And I really appreciated Justin's hometown outlook on sports being all Ravens and Orioles. But I don't think that anyone does football like Texas, still don't, Nebraska being a close second. How many times have I told the story that the doctor swore my Nebraska born and Uof N alumn, Texas transplant in her 30's, 92-year-old grandmother lived through New Year's eve and passed away on January 1st just so she could watch Nebraska play their bowl game. And I still haven't given up on my childhood dream of being a professional quarterback when I grow up. Hey if Brett Farve...
Okay, I think you've got my perspective down now and I'll say they do football here pretty well. My youngest of 4 "adopted" sons, Alec, 9, started football this year and, luckily, he's on the Ravens! Daddy is one of the coaches as is big brother Andre'.
I'm not sure why we'd procrastinated about seeing a game...Matt's not into team sports...he's being forced to take Karate finally...but we just hadn't made that step to see one of Alec's games. Yesterday Alec made it clear to us that he was disappointed that we'd never come, so we did it and it was great. They do it up so professionally. The area where they play has several fields and all the local teams, divided by age, are Ravens and it's a sea of supportive purple. Daddy is the one on the left, above.
Here's "our" Alec. He weighs about 20 pounds (slight exaggeration), plays defense and does a great job doing it. Alec getting a little encouragement from Daddy.
Did I mention the ASTROTURF!!!!!??? Or the whole, new nice area with bleachers, announcers, music, electric score board, concessions, the works?
But the coolest thing was at the end after the Ravens won, of course. All the team parents and supporters go out on the field and form a winners tunnel that the players run through. Even the hardest critic, Matt, said he wants to go to the games every week now. Good, 'cause so do I.

Pink Cabbage Night at the Show House

Even though there are 13 of us at the shop at least we got this group together Thursday night so Karen and I could take our fellow shop owners on a proper tour of the show house and especially our room. We had a nice, long, relaxed tour through the house then the shops then off to dinner. Dinner was special because I hadn't gotten to know our newest members of the shop Linda and Jacque and, although Jacque couldn't make it (bless her heart, she had already been a hostess in our room much to our gratitude), Linda did and it was great getting to know her. It ended up being the group that I don't need any censoring in front of (at least they pretend that) so we had let-'er-rip fun. Linda's great and she has a spot-on fab outlook on life, via the hard way, but easily inspiring. Thanks for such a great time "ladies"!