Isn’t she freakin’ cute? I got to spend an hour with her and her mom and dad yesterday while we did her 6 month shoot. I swear, it’s a good thing I can’t have babies anymore. Well, I could, but I would have some explaining to Shaun if I did.
Today is Superbowl Sunday. It’s a day of lounging on the couch and stuffing your face full of greasy food and yelling at the TV. Okay, that is pretty much every night at our house.
I grew up to hate the Steelers because my aunt and uncle loved them and what fun was football if there wasn’t a rivalry between homes? Out of all the years of watching them, I grew to secretly love them though. Then the greatest thing happened to them… *angels singing* Ben Roethlisberger, my no-helmet-wearing-cute-idiot! Shaun and I watched the drafts when he was picked up…way late in the drafts (tenth??) because it was the year of Eli Manning (?). Shaun liked him and I liked the look of that big ol’ football playing teddy bear. Reow. Throw that ball! reow! Run tight buns, RUN! Sorry…getting a little carried away. Trying to erase the dream I had this morning where I was romantically linked with Rick James.
Today they play the Cardinals. The team that has nothing to offer the eye, except a little red bird that reminds me of Christmas.
BUT, I am going to root for the little tweeters because my brother in law, Kevin, is a fan. Always has been. For as long as I can remember, his home has been decorated with those little red birds. So for the love of my brother in law, I will avert my eyes when Big Ben is manhandling the football today and try not imagine….no…I won’t even think of what I will try not imagine.
GO CARDINALS. you little red bird you.