Touchdown me. I win.

The call came about 4pm on Friday. The details: Football, tickets, playoffs, club level. "I'll call you back" and he turned to ask me if I'd be up for it.

I love football. I do. I love yelling at the moron plays, the CLEARLY blind refs, pointing out the skank four rows down who just took off her top to make sure she got on TV, the cheerleaders doing their best to not have us despair when our team is 4 touchdowns behind. Plus, I understand football. I know what the signals mean, and the scoring vs baseball where folks are making all kinds of signals and players being allowed to send in "substitutes" ... well ... *yawn* I'm sorry I drifted off. Where was I?

Oh right - yeah - do I wanna go? Well in a word "yes". Yes, I want to go. It's why I'm here, to spend time witcha after all. We'd get quiet time in the car ('cause honestly quiet time has been RARE this time around), I'd get to see Seattle(!!!) with someone who appreciates food as much as I do, and then yeah, the game.

But do I wanna go? Well in a word "no". Because it's January. And it's cold. And raining. And likely will be colder and rainier and the idea of sitting outside to freeze my ass off *and* inevitibly catch a cold when I could just turn on the idiot box and watch if from the comfort and safety of a home, sans driving, maybe even with glass of hot chocolate and an appreciative and calm dog ... it's an easy choice.

So please - you go. By doing so, you've given me a nice, quiet, calm day to do whatever ME things I wanna do, and I'll get some "around the house" things accomplished that I know you don't always have time for, and at the end of the day, I'll have "awesome woman" points that I will enjoy down the line. That's what we call an "easy 6".

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Update: It's 9:20am, and the phone rings. "Hi, it's me. We may be home kinda late tonight. It's - uhhhh - snowing." *giggle* I have chosen wisely.

Wait - where the hell am I?

I don't think of my county of residence as particularly hip, with-it, happenin' ... or whatever slang term you kids use these days. There are, apparently, things I take for granted, 'tho. I take for granted that there are three - count 'em THREE - conglomerate coffee houses within easy walking distance from my home. I also take for granted that there is a trustworthy mechanic, two high-end grocery stores (and a third that I can use for "basics"), two large pharmacies, and several cute little shops literally no further than a mile and a half from my home. But again - we're NOT a "hip" town. Trust me on this.

So when I found myself traveling yesterday, I decided that I could just buy my favorite "traveling magazines" at the grocery store at the other town after I landed. After all, I had some basics to pick up and knew I was going to a large store, so how difficult would it be to find "Vanity Fair" and "Vogue", right? In fact, I was really looking forward to picking up Vanity Fair - go take a look online at the cover for January 2008, I'll wait.

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Ok - so now you know WHY I wanted this issue.

So I go to the grocery store and ... *buzzer* .. strike one. No "Vanity Fair". Two racks of "Hunters Seasonal", "Quilting Today", "Vegans and their Kitchens", "Quilters Quarterly", "Moosers Mauling Monthly", "Weekly Veganism", etc - you get the idea. And then, on the third rack, AHA! - The telling letters peaking out from the top - what looked like a "V" and a "O" ... "Vogue"! Oh happy day!!!!! Maybe I COULD fit in here if I had to - heck, place can't be all bad - they hunt, they like to stay warm, they eat well, and they read "Vogue".

So I reach out and grab the magazine, smiling wide ... "Yoga".

Freaking "Yoga" magazine.

I'm too cosmopolitan for this town ...

It’s All Just A Little Bit Of History Repeating

Most of the newspaper columns, blogs, and emails written today were about either wrapping up 2007 or launching 2008. As such, I've decided to share what, for me, really spoke towards both items in the form of an Associated Press item I found on the evening of December 31st, 2007. I'd also like to tip my hat to Propellerheads & Shirley Bassey for providing a great soundtrack to my blog entry today.

Men Shoot Themselves in Tattoo Attempt
Monday, December 31, 2007 20:15 PST CHAPARRAL, N.M. (AP) --
Getting a tattoo can be a painful proposition, but usually it's just the needle you have to worry about. Two men trying to trace a loaded .357-caliber Magnum as a pattern for a tattoo accidentally shot themselves, the Otero County Sheriff's Department said Monday.
Robert Glasser and Joey Acosta, both 22, were treated at a hospital in El Paso, Texas, after the shooting Thursday evening in nearby Chaparral.
Authorities said Glasser was struck in the hand when the gun accidentally went off, and Acosta was hit in the left arm. Their injuries were not life-threatening, authorities said.