I'm sure most of you watched last nights debauchery of a football game between Bama and LSU, my alma mater (geaux tigers). If not, shame on you because college football is awesome.
Obviously I'm not happy with the outcome. They played like crap, the coaching was crap...there was a lot of crap on that field. What was not crappy was the way Bama played. They played their hears out and deserve every ounce of the championship. Congrats to them and I mean that very sincerely. I loved Nick Saban when he was here (as did every tiger fan) and even though he totes screwed us over for another SEC team, there's no point in denying that he's an amazing coach. So congrats to him as well.
Here's the point of this post. I do not get some of the reactions that I'm seeing to this loss. My POV:
1. Fire Les Miles - really? Fire him? Yes, this was an important game, possibly the most important of his career at LSU (sidenote: is it just me or is that said about every flipping game?). But fire him? We had an amazing season! We went 13-1, are SEC West champions, and the overall champions of the SEC! I have loved Les Miles since the day he came to this city. He had the biggest shoes to fill and baby, he has filled them to the brim. People who jump on the "fire Les Miles" bandwagon should probably go play in traffic.
2. Fair weathered fans - yes, they exist, I'm not denying that. But holy shit, LSU fans are anything but fair weathered. They might be pissed for the next few months (yes, months. we hold a grudge.) but they still love their tigers no matter what the outcome. That being said, if an LSU fan last night congratulated Bama on their win or even said ::gasp:: Roll Tide, how is that being fair weathered? Perhaps they were just recognizing that Bama brought their A-game and we most definitely did not. Or perhaps LSU fans aren't nearly as obnoxious as we are labeled? Don't you think that's a pretty good show of sportsmanship to be able to congratulate your rival team for whipping your ass in the National Championship game, in your backyard? Bottom line: being a good sport = / = fair weathered fan.
3. Rematch - I swear I rolled my eyes so hard when I saw this, I think I pulled a muscle. Someone on my Facebook feed had a status that read something like this, "So when's the real championship game?! We're 1-1! Rematch!" Or something like that. Holy shit, let it go. We came, we fought, we lost. Done. They are the champions, we are not. It sucks and I hate it but a rematch, seriously? That makes us look like those fucking whiners over at USC (I hate USC.). Does anyone else recall the 2003 National Championship when we beat Oklahoma and USC was whining and so there was a split championship? Yeah, that was bullshit.
4. The BCS sucks - I actually agree with this one. The whole no playoff system is screwed up every single year. Seriously. EVERY year there is controversy. Supposedly they are "revamping" it this year but I think they say that every year. That being said, I am not about to say that Bama didn't deserve to be in that game last night. Now, had you asked me that question at 6:59pm, I would have said no way. They didn't win their conference. We beat them once. Boom. But then they played. And they handed our asses to us. And basically proved that they absolutely deserved to be in that game. So I realize this last POV is a totally contradictory but whatev.
So that's it. I've said my piece. Huge, huge congrats to Bama on their win. We'll see you next year in Death Valley.
No matter the outcome of any game, I love LSU and my tigers fiercely. Being an alumni of such an amazing university is about so much more than any football game.
GEAUX TIGERS!
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Monday, January 9, 2012
Week 1 update
I need to hold myself accountable for my Shit I'd Like to Happen in 2012. Let's review week 1:
1. Graduate - nothing really. Registration for the semester is taken care of. Otherwise, I'm still on break.
2. Church - 2-0 on this one!
3. New job - paid my registration for a meeting at the end of the month (it's with my professional organization and has a lot of networking opportunities).
4. Get pregnant - bought prenatal vitamins*
5. Feel better - downloaded couch to 5k app and walked with the girl in her stroller (and the spastic dog). Did not eat ice cream on Sat night. That's rare.
6. Me time - started another book (The Book Thief) and baked cookies for my friend's son's birthday party (they are sofaking cute) and baked an apple pie FROM SCRATCH (snap, snap, what?!)
I probably should have posted this on Friday. Oh well.
*I am not fucking pregnant yet. Jesus.
1. Graduate - nothing really. Registration for the semester is taken care of. Otherwise, I'm still on break.
2. Church - 2-0 on this one!
3. New job - paid my registration for a meeting at the end of the month (it's with my professional organization and has a lot of networking opportunities).
4. Get pregnant - bought prenatal vitamins*
5. Feel better - downloaded couch to 5k app and walked with the girl in her stroller (and the spastic dog). Did not eat ice cream on Sat night. That's rare.
6. Me time - started another book (The Book Thief) and baked cookies for my friend's son's birthday party (they are sofaking cute) and baked an apple pie FROM SCRATCH (snap, snap, what?!)
I probably should have posted this on Friday. Oh well.
*I am not fucking pregnant yet. Jesus.
Thursday, January 5, 2012
My dog and baby are trying to kill me.
No really. They are.
I wasn't going to talk about this until I was at least a week in but this shit is too good not to share immediately.
In an effort to fulfill my "feeling better" goal for 2012, I downloaded the Couch 2 5k app, strapped on my sneakers, busted out the jogging stroller, and put the harness on the dog.
My first mistake was putting the harness on the dog before I was 110% ready to go. When she sees that thing, hol-ee shit. She flips out. In a good way. It's like
"OHEMGEEWEAREGOINGFORAWALKI'MSOEXCITEDLETMERUNAROUNDTHISPOLE"
It's insane. So I had to unwrap her from the pole like 5 times before we even got to the jogging stroller. It took forever to get everyone situated. So I have my water, my kid has a hat on, she has Kitty Cat in tow (Kitty Cat comes everywhere with us), the app is ready to go...we are golden.
The first five minutes are a "brisk walk" so I was doing pretty good. I'm pretty sure I looked something like this:
Except then my dog went all spastic on me and began jumping into the Christmas trees that my neighbors had placed at the road for the garbage trucks. Literally jumping into them. I could have killed her. I kept having to pause the app, get her untangled, wash, rinse, repeat.
But that is nothing compared to what an ass I made of myself. Somewhere around block two, she calmed the eff down and began jogging with me. All was good with the world. Then all hell broke loose.
I rounded the corner to see my neighbor standing in his driveway in pajama pants and no shirt. And he resembles my father-in-law. Vom. It. Oh and his huge yellow lab. Who is not on a leash.
So I'm jogging and this car pulls up beside me and this awesome guy is holding up Kitty Cat (that my child had hurled from the stroller at some point) and asking me if it's ours. And I'm like "OMG, thank God you picked it up! Thank you so much! You are my hero!" and I start walking to the car to grab the fucking cat.
Except I forget my headphones are in my ears. And my phone is sitting in the cup holder of the stroller.
Yeah. That happened.
So I grab the cat and turn around just in time to see the stroller fucking going down the street and into the driveway of the shirtless neighbor and the leashless dog. So I freak and lunge for the stroller.
The leashless dog chooses this exact moment to flip his shit and come barreling towards us. I couldn't even react, that's how quick it happened. Thankfully the dog meant no harm and just wanted to lick my little mutt which of course pissed her off and she started barking and I'm like, holy shit, I am NEVER running again.
So that was Day 1. I can't wait to see what Day 2 holds.
I wasn't going to talk about this until I was at least a week in but this shit is too good not to share immediately.
In an effort to fulfill my "feeling better" goal for 2012, I downloaded the Couch 2 5k app, strapped on my sneakers, busted out the jogging stroller, and put the harness on the dog.
My first mistake was putting the harness on the dog before I was 110% ready to go. When she sees that thing, hol-ee shit. She flips out. In a good way. It's like
"OHEMGEEWEAREGOINGFORAWALKI'MSOEXCITEDLETMERUNAROUNDTHISPOLE"
It's insane. So I had to unwrap her from the pole like 5 times before we even got to the jogging stroller. It took forever to get everyone situated. So I have my water, my kid has a hat on, she has Kitty Cat in tow (Kitty Cat comes everywhere with us), the app is ready to go...we are golden.
Exhibit A: Kitty Cat
The first five minutes are a "brisk walk" so I was doing pretty good. I'm pretty sure I looked something like this:
Except then my dog went all spastic on me and began jumping into the Christmas trees that my neighbors had placed at the road for the garbage trucks. Literally jumping into them. I could have killed her. I kept having to pause the app, get her untangled, wash, rinse, repeat.
But that is nothing compared to what an ass I made of myself. Somewhere around block two, she calmed the eff down and began jogging with me. All was good with the world. Then all hell broke loose.
I rounded the corner to see my neighbor standing in his driveway in pajama pants and no shirt. And he resembles my father-in-law. Vom. It. Oh and his huge yellow lab. Who is not on a leash.
So I'm jogging and this car pulls up beside me and this awesome guy is holding up Kitty Cat (that my child had hurled from the stroller at some point) and asking me if it's ours. And I'm like "OMG, thank God you picked it up! Thank you so much! You are my hero!" and I start walking to the car to grab the fucking cat.
Except I forget my headphones are in my ears. And my phone is sitting in the cup holder of the stroller.
Yeah. That happened.
So I grab the cat and turn around just in time to see the stroller fucking going down the street and into the driveway of the shirtless neighbor and the leashless dog. So I freak and lunge for the stroller.
The leashless dog chooses this exact moment to flip his shit and come barreling towards us. I couldn't even react, that's how quick it happened. Thankfully the dog meant no harm and just wanted to lick my little mutt which of course pissed her off and she started barking and I'm like, holy shit, I am NEVER running again.
So that was Day 1. I can't wait to see what Day 2 holds.
Dorito Casserole is nasty
No really. Doesn't that sound disgusting?
There's this little site you may have heard of called Pinterest and it's like the mother load for recipes and crafts and gobs of other crap to waste your time with. And every so often it's useful. Like when I used this trick to make pasta shells (worked great):
Or when I handed this picture to the mister and requested one for the girl. Which he made and it is awesome.
But then they have stuff like Dorito Casserole which basically looks like vomit in a dish.
Or Mountain Dew cupcakes which seriously looks like green poo.
Or crafts to do with a toilet paper roll. Because OBVIOUSLY we all have toilet paper rolls just sitting around, waiting to be crafted up. I know I'm just dying for a toilet paper roll wreath!
OMG, or that pizza dip thing? Jesus, that looks disgusting.
Another one that annoys the ever living shit out of me is the ones that say something along the lines of "Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels". Really, bitch? Have you ever had a slamming dish of shrimp fettuccine? Obviously not.
There's this little site you may have heard of called Pinterest and it's like the mother load for recipes and crafts and gobs of other crap to waste your time with. And every so often it's useful. Like when I used this trick to make pasta shells (worked great):
Or when I handed this picture to the mister and requested one for the girl. Which he made and it is awesome.
But then they have stuff like Dorito Casserole which basically looks like vomit in a dish.
Or Mountain Dew cupcakes which seriously looks like green poo.
Or crafts to do with a toilet paper roll. Because OBVIOUSLY we all have toilet paper rolls just sitting around, waiting to be crafted up. I know I'm just dying for a toilet paper roll wreath!
OMG, or that pizza dip thing? Jesus, that looks disgusting.
Another one that annoys the ever living shit out of me is the ones that say something along the lines of "Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels". Really, bitch? Have you ever had a slamming dish of shrimp fettuccine? Obviously not.
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
Turkey Salad Sandwiches
Sometimes I come up with delicious ideas. This is not one of those times. Yes, this is delicious but I cannot take credit for this. My BFF came up with this and although it's ridiculously easy, I'll totes give her credit for it.
Here's what you need:
Leftover turkey, cubed (I like a mix of dark & white)
Nuts (I used pecans but walnuts are good too)
Grapes (I used purple)
Celery
Mayo
Chop your nuts (about a cup), halve your grapes (another cup), chop your celery (I used one stalk). Throw in a bowl with your turkey. Fold in some mayo. Eat.
It's that easy, people. And it's flipping delicious.
I love it because it's totally customizable. I am not a huge fan of celery but like the little bit of flavor and crunch it adds so I only use one stalk (and that might have been too much). But I love the sweetness of the grapes so I definitely put more than most people would. It's better cold and it's even better if you wrap it in a lettuce leaf. Or between two slices of white bread (toasted if you'd like), also spread with mayo (I fucking love mayo) and a lettuce leaf. Nom nom nom...
You could definitely use chicken in place of the turkey or cranberries in place of the grapes or raisins if that's your thing (it's definitely not my thing) or Miracle Whip (also not my thing; vomit) or whatever the hell else you want.
Make it, eat it, love it.
Here's what you need:
Leftover turkey, cubed (I like a mix of dark & white)
Nuts (I used pecans but walnuts are good too)
Grapes (I used purple)
Celery
Mayo
Chop your nuts (about a cup), halve your grapes (another cup), chop your celery (I used one stalk). Throw in a bowl with your turkey. Fold in some mayo. Eat.
It's that easy, people. And it's flipping delicious.
I love it because it's totally customizable. I am not a huge fan of celery but like the little bit of flavor and crunch it adds so I only use one stalk (and that might have been too much). But I love the sweetness of the grapes so I definitely put more than most people would. It's better cold and it's even better if you wrap it in a lettuce leaf. Or between two slices of white bread (toasted if you'd like), also spread with mayo (I fucking love mayo) and a lettuce leaf. Nom nom nom...
You could definitely use chicken in place of the turkey or cranberries in place of the grapes or raisins if that's your thing (it's definitely not my thing) or Miracle Whip (also not my thing; vomit) or whatever the hell else you want.
Make it, eat it, love it.
Monday, January 2, 2012
Bedtime
It should probably be my New Year's resolution to go to bed earlier except every time I go to bed at a decent hour, MrShoe convinces me to watch something with him (last night it was Dexter) and then he ends up falling asleep halfway through but by that time, I want to see the ending.
It's very frustrating.
So last night I watched an extra episode without him. He was not happy with me this morning.
It's very frustrating.
So last night I watched an extra episode without him. He was not happy with me this morning.
Sunday, January 1, 2012
I wasn't done
Or shit numero uno that pisses me off.
I really, really love my inlaws (that's not sarcasm, I really do) but one thing (ok, many things) drives me nuts when we go to their house. They are insanely neat and organized and holy wow, my toddler does not do well in that environment but they love her a lot so it's all good. But I digress.
Sometimes I want a sandwich at 3 in the afternoon. This is what I do at home:
1. Take out sandwich stuff.
2. Make sandwich.
3. Leave sandwich stuff on the counter while I eat my sandwich.
4. Decide if I am done or if I want another sandwich.
5. Put stuff up if I am done or make another one and then start step 3 over again.
The point is, I am weird and don't like to put my food stuff up until I am 100% done. The only exception to this is milk.
At my inlaws, this does not fly. It's like they have a sixth sense whenever something in their house is out of place. I have actually been in the process of making the sandwich and had one of them putting things up as I was still sandwich making. I mean, what if I wasn't done with the damn mayo! I happen to really love mayo!
So at my inlaws, I make my sandwich as fast as possible and then put everything away and then decide if I want another sandwich and if I do, I am usually far too lazy to pull everything out again so I just stay hungry. (Oh, the irony of this.)
So what's the point of this story?
Tonight I fixed a snack (in my own home, thankyouverymuch). MrShoe came two steps behind me and put it up. I went back for round two and my food was GONE. Bastard. So I just busted into his office like a crazy person yelling about how at my damn house, the food stays out until I am done because at the inlaws house, I have to rush and dammit, I do not like to be rushed when eating!
And he looked at me like I was nuts and told me, fine, he would no longer put things away. And then my head exploded.
He's so sleeping on the fucking couch.
I really, really love my inlaws (that's not sarcasm, I really do) but one thing (ok, many things) drives me nuts when we go to their house. They are insanely neat and organized and holy wow, my toddler does not do well in that environment but they love her a lot so it's all good. But I digress.
Sometimes I want a sandwich at 3 in the afternoon. This is what I do at home:
1. Take out sandwich stuff.
2. Make sandwich.
3. Leave sandwich stuff on the counter while I eat my sandwich.
4. Decide if I am done or if I want another sandwich.
5. Put stuff up if I am done or make another one and then start step 3 over again.
The point is, I am weird and don't like to put my food stuff up until I am 100% done. The only exception to this is milk.
At my inlaws, this does not fly. It's like they have a sixth sense whenever something in their house is out of place. I have actually been in the process of making the sandwich and had one of them putting things up as I was still sandwich making. I mean, what if I wasn't done with the damn mayo! I happen to really love mayo!
So at my inlaws, I make my sandwich as fast as possible and then put everything away and then decide if I want another sandwich and if I do, I am usually far too lazy to pull everything out again so I just stay hungry. (Oh, the irony of this.)
So what's the point of this story?
Tonight I fixed a snack (in my own home, thankyouverymuch). MrShoe came two steps behind me and put it up. I went back for round two and my food was GONE. Bastard. So I just busted into his office like a crazy person yelling about how at my damn house, the food stays out until I am done because at the inlaws house, I have to rush and dammit, I do not like to be rushed when eating!
And he looked at me like I was nuts and told me, fine, he would no longer put things away. And then my head exploded.
He's so sleeping on the fucking couch.
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