Dear Skin,
I don’t know if you’re being a pain because you’re dry or because there’s an allergen in the air and I didn’t take my Allegra this morning.Â? You’ve been pacified with gifts of Claritin and Aveeno so STOP THE FLIPPING ITCHINESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Cuddles,
jen
More Super Bowl Blogging Schtuff
[+] I got a really nice email back from the dude who does the Blog Watch for the RiverCities e-zine. (I had emailed him to tell him how tickled I was that the $tarbuck$ bet made the blog-watch.) I checked out their “About” page and it turns out that this is kind of a grassroots publication to promote their area because previously those promoting the area weren’t from the tri-state area. Very cool in my humble opinion.
[+] I spoke with my mother-in-law and apparently her cats are rooting for the Steelers because they sleep on terrible towels. Traitors!!!!!!
[+] NPR has a great meditation on the confusion that Seahawks fans are facing right now. They pose a good question: what kind of coffee do you serve at a Super Bowl party?
[+] Dreama has a list of alternative TV schtuff for those who aren’t interested in watching the Seahawks make the Steelers weep into their terrible towels.
Apparently They Haven’t Read The Rest of My Blog?
The bet between Rick and I got picked up by River Cities E-Zine as an example of “a couple of fans who aren’t completely insane”.
Rick’s comment:
Evidently, they didn’t spend too much time reading the rest of our blogs, huh?
Jon’s comment:
Hey hey… you’re e-famous.
Ick
The symptoms for which I’m on antibiotics are gone.Â? Food is however still icky and I’m exhausted, maybe because I slept fitfully last night.Â? Showering this morning did make me feel better (or at least look less like a really hideous drag queen) and I’ve been downing cranberry juice, ginger ale, and water to try and keep my fluids up and flush the icky stuff out of my body.
Maybe a nap wouldn’t be a bad thing for me?
I Heart Keith Olbermann
Tonight on Countdown, Keith Olbermann took Bill O’Reilly to task about some nasty words he said about NBC. Some of the better quotes:
Regarding cheap shots…
You know… I gotta confess that it never occurred to me; but when we quote your own words back to you about how the Catholic Church was out to get Christmas, or how we should let Al Qaeda bomb San Francisco… they must seem like cheap shots.
Regarding Robert Wright (president of NBC) being aware of said “cheap shots”
And let us leave our bosses out of this Bill, or I’ll have to call yours; and we all know how much Satan hates to be disturbed while “American Idol” is on.
There were others but these were the good ones that I caught.
**UPDATE: The video is here.**
State of the Union Drinking Game
Here is the game for this year.Â? Since I’m under doctor’s orders to drink enough water to drown myself, I could theoretically play.Â? However, I’m already dealing with nausea and vomiting so I think I’ll skip the speech.
Enjoy and if you choose to imbibe, please imbibe responsibly.Â? The management of this blog is not responsible for any cirrhosis, alcohol poisoning, lapses of judgement, making a fool of yourself, praying to the porcelain god, or any other consequences of being drunk off your @$$.
Fox Blogging
As some of you know, my husband Jon is into foxes.Â? We were driving between two of the churches today and saw one playing in the fields.Â? This was just really cool for Jon.
On the way back, the following conversation took place:
Jen: *scans the fields* I wonder where Herr Fuchs went.
Jon: He’s probably back in the hills now in his fox den, sitting on his fox davenport, drinking a beer, and watching football.
Jen: Jon, there’s no football until next week.
Jon: It’s probably a college game.Â? And he’s probably eating chicken or pheasant or whatever he’s been able to catch.Â? Then his vixen will come in and tell him to take out the garbage.Â? His response: “Honey, we’re foxes.Â? We eat garbage.”
I’m not sure what is scarier: the fact that we had this conversation or the fact that I can quote it verbatim.Â? I’m thinking the fox went to get himself a lattÃ?.