And so the madness begins . . .
Will he or won’t he? Should he or shouldn’t he? Should the media even be following it as hard as they are? If you don’t know, I’m talking about Brett Farve. Yesterday the report was that he wasn’t going back to the Vikings. Today he’s supposedly saying he never said that. ESPN radio pointed out today that we’ve been going through this with him for the last seven, count em’, SEVEN seasons. As far as I’m concerned he can kiss my a$$ seven times, because I’m tired of it (for those of you who need clarification, it's not my a$$ I'm tired of, it's Farve).
Tony Dungy was on the Tom Joyner Morning Show this morning. He’s written another book. You should look it up yourself because I don’t remember what it was called. Anyway, when asked about Terrell Owens and Chad Ochocinco in Cincinnati, he very quickly responded that they won’t last a year together. As Mr. Joyner pointed out, he almost cussed. Anyway, I can agree with that. Then Coach Dungy went on to say he’s praying for Coach Marvin Lewis and he’s picking the Colts (imagine that) to go back to the Superbowl. Eff the Colts. And while I’m at it, eff the Cowboys, the Steelers, the Vikings, the Seahawks (that’s for you Housh – I know you’re not reading this but eff you anyway) and some other teams I can’t stand but am too tired to think of right now. I actually like the Colts by the way. But eff them never-the-less.
Oh and they are picking Pitt to win the Big East this season. Eff “they” and Pitt too.
Did you wish the President a happy birthday today? Well I did. And you know what he did after I signed his little online card? He asked me for money. How did I not see that one coming? Anyway, I signed the card because I forgot to wear my President Obama pin or red, white and blue garb today in support of him. I’m getting old. I can’t remember everything. Though as I think of it, those of you I saw today weren’t supporting the President with your threads either. Chumps.
This morning I was walking down the hall behind a student. He smelled like a skunk. It’s too bad I don’t keep tomato juice in my purse. I would have dumped it on him.
Stop saying “It’s Hot!” like we don’t know it’s hot. It’s Zimbabwe degrees. Yes we know that. You’re gonna file a restraining order on the sun. Heard that one before too. You’re just making it hotter every time you say it (yes that statement has been scientifically proven) so hush up.
Some people called, texted and emailed me today because my relationship status “changed”. Chillax. It didn’t really change folks. I deleted it. In fact, it hasn’t changed. So if you knew what my status was before, it’s still that. I just really wanted a lot of people to call me today :).
I have a co-worker who is annoyingly upbeat in the mornings when she comes in. Says good morning to me each of the first eight times she walks past me every day. Sweet as she can be and I like her but all I’m saying is that for the first hour of the day I just want to body slam her. Today I noticed when she came in she wasn’t as cheerful. Then she got on the phone and started crying. So I got up, gave her my box of tissues and closed her door so she could be alone. When she came out of her office later she told me she learned that a friend she had been trying to get a hold of died this morning. I hugged her and then we went in the back office and talked for a while and I gave her some words of encouragement and prayed with her a little, all the while my heart was breaking again about losing my mom. It’s amazing what you can do even when you think you just don’t have the strength isn’t it? Anyway, I hope I was able to do her some good. And I hope I get my tissues back. They're expensive.
:)
Next week I’m going on my next adventure. Let’s see, so far this year it’s been Sacramento, Louisville and Detroit. Next week it’s somewhere in West Virginia. Twelve of us have rented a cabin and nine of them are going rafting while the rest of us find something else to get into. This group does this kind of thing a lot – rafting and camping. And I’ve been invited just about each time. But I have a strict rule about that and it’s very simple. If I hypothetically could not put a relaxer in my hair at the facilities we’d be staying in, it’s a no for me. And as far as rafting goes, I can’t swim. But if I could, if after the rafting course there’s no beautician, relaxer kit, shampoo bowl, blow dryer and flat iron . . . well I just don’t see it happening. You’ve seen my hair, it’s too much freakin’ work. So when I was asked this time, I said yes after being allowed to help secure the cabin. I’m excited about it. Even if I just sleep and cook the whole time. I won’t be here, and that’s the point. By the way, I wouldn’t really put a relaxer in my hair at the cabin. That’s just silly. I’d at least go into Virginia and find a good salon. Relaxer in a cabin, I mean really. Anyway, those of you who keep saying I’m cranky and need anger management yet you keep coming around me anyway because you really want to hear what I’m going to say or see what I’m going to do next, or you keep hopping on my Facebook page to see what I'm "screaming" about this time, hopefully I will get enough rest while I’m away and come back happier - not that I'm unhappy now. But anything for you people. In the meantime, have some cheese with that wine.
And for those of you who have seen me wearing the brace on my hand and wrist, tomorrow I go to the doctor to start the process of finding out what’s going on. So keep me in your prayers. I know I don’t deserve it. Do it anyway. I’ll keep you posted.
Thanks for reading. It's always an honor to have your support and feedback.
Love,
Leslie
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