I Want To Be Like That When I Grow Up

While eating breakfast at a restaurant yesterday with Rich, I saw something that caught my attention and I had to pry my eyes away from staring. An adorable 80ish woman, you know the cute grandma type, with her kids and grand kids, was at the table behind us and she had ordered root beer to drink, and they brought her a glass bottle of root beer and a glass, and instead of pouring it into a glass like most adorable 80-somethings would have, she picked up the bottle and took a big swig just like she does it everyday! It was THE coolest thing I have seen in a long time. No stereotypes there, she is her own person, confident, and unafraid to make a statement, OK, I may be reading way too much into it, but really, I want to be just like that when I am 80ish. She rocks!

Deep and Meaningful Questions

We got back yesterday from UCONN from Chad's official visit. We were treated like rock stars, pampered, and catered to. What an experience. We are not used to being treated so good. At the conclusion of our visit, each player and their parents met with Coach Edsel, the head coach, to go over what will be expected of them when they arrive on campus in June and what the next few months will be like. He asked Chad if he had any questions and Chad asked if they have a real husky as a mascot. It was completely adorable, and Coach Edsel gave him a great answer and joked about how huskies aren't very ferocious so he doesn't have the real husky that is the mascot run out with the team because that's not the image he is looking for. But all I could think about was that all he could think to ask? Are these the deep and meaningful questions floating around in Chad's head? I think I'm happy that is all that he has to think about.

Fat pants, not PHAT pants

Ok, I am smack dab in the middle of this hideous thing called winter. It is going to be a high temperature of 15 this week. I hereby admit freely to all who read (both of you) that I love my fat pants and enjoy going home everyday and putting them on and pretend I am hibernating. I want to sleep, eat, and sleep some more, and do nothing all winter. I cannot find one thing I like about it. Do not try to tell me why winter is so great, other places do just fine without it, you know like Tuscon, Arizona, for example. I am counting the minutes until I go home to my fat pants right now.

Ode to Sleep

Oh sweet sleep, why do you have to leave me so soon?
Why must we be parted by the shrill sound of the alarm?
Oh how I have loved you these past two weeks.
Oh how I have loved being nestled in my bed, no schedule, no taking turns for the shower in the morning, no worries if there will be enough hot water.
I love you sleep, I will miss you until next year.
Don't forget me, oh sweet sleep.