kevin mccalister

knew what he was talking about.  I just went down to get my laundry from the basement, and I swear that heater/boiler/orc came to life.  Scary.

The only other thing I have to share is this: THE SAINTS WON THE SUPER BOWL.  I guess I’ve always been a de facto fan, kinda like I have been for the Braves, but for the last few years, my family has been super into them- and it feels great for them to pull off the Totally Unlikely.  I could go off about our unfortunate bar situation, but like, it’s late and I have Subway to eat and post-game to watch.

Goodnight, internets.  Let’s have a good week, shall we?  Go Saints!

PS- if anybody has a hookup re: how to get me to New Orleans for Mardi Gras, do tell.

fall out girl

I bet they have a fan club called just that.

Tonight the Hubs and I are going to a party for @katiedub at Angels and Kings, Pete Wentz’s bar.  Pretty sure that makes me famous.  Not sure what I’m supposed to wear though, as I do not currently own any purple skinny jeans.  Grant’s good, however, as he just picked up some this week.  Lucky bastard.

what if

I just start using this like Twitter?  Does that defeat the purpose? The other day I read an article in Rolling Stone about John Mayer (BIZARRO) and apparently he tweets about his poops?  (Again with the bizarro.)

Grant went to a Blackhawks game last night, so I had the apartment to myself- something I was obscenely excited about.  Nothin but love for the Hubs, but permission to engage in SSB and watch whatever I want?  Slap me.  So, I watched the Grammys via DVR- and thank GOD for that- those damn shows last 37 years with commercials.  Marriage perk!  Anyhoo, Pink’s performance was insanely good, so naturally I downloaded her newest album in its entirety shortly after watching.  I’ve always liked her.  Kinda scary, mostly kickass.

Just got Elizabeth Gilbert’s new book.  Pretty excited about getting into it, especially since it will distract me from my guilt/pride about not being able to make it through Twilight book #3.  Kwitcherbitchin, Bella, we’ve had enough.  Which reminds me.  Today I had to pull a student out of class for the reminder that “Yes, Edward and Bella are exciting, and I’m glad  you’re enjoying a book, and obviously I get that Edward is hot- but you still have to take notes in math class.”  Sigh.

hot child in the city

No reason for playing around with this theme other than that awesome night skylines tend to make me want to throw my panties.

So, there you have it.

Mrs. Gannon if you’re nasty

Ladies and gentlemen, it has happened.  I am a married woman, and Lord have mercy, I couldn’t be more excited.  The weekend was unbelievable, and I feel like a newly addicted crackhead.  In a good way?  Anyhoo, maybe a New Years Rez, along with being good at being married, should be to revamp this thing and get back to some kind of regular posting?  Word.  God bless us, everyone.

zing!

“I probably could have gone up there, bent over, and farted, and it would have gone better than it did.”

for mature eyes only

Um, is that stupid cute or what?

PS:  Millie K circa the year 2000 just rolled her eyes so far back into her head they might never come a-loose.  God love ‘er.

where have these BEEN all my life?

2 gthr 4 evr

Me: What if we wrote our invites as texts? We could do like, half-sized invites that look like IM boxes or phone screens.
G: OMG LOL U shd totes b at r wddin!
Me: “OMG we r gttng mrd. Plz come. C U there!” And people could text to RSVP.

Good plan. Hip and economical!

if these balls could talk

I was stretching at the gym today near the lockers when I felt an inappropriate touch.  Alarmed, naturally, I shifted my gaze from the ceiling and saw a ginornous ab ball dangerously close to my rear.  It had been sitting there against the wall, out of range in its bright blue glory and I have no idea from whence its momentum came.  But there I was, leg up in the air, when it tapped against my butt.  Oh, hello there, no touchie.  So I tapped it with my foot and went about my business.  5 seconds later, there it is against my head.  So I sit up and try to maneuver it back into the corner near its fellow ab balls, and it is having none of it.  I cannot remove the last finger from it without it rolling full speed back into me.  At this point I’m laughing, wondering if the people on the treadmill are wondering what in the hell I’m doing.  So I try the other direction.  I push it harder towards the other wall.  I get on my knees to stretch my shins.  I watch it out of the corner of my eye, and here it comes again, determined, like the guy on the dance floor who won’t get off of your personal butt.  I keep trying to get it to stay still somewhere, and I am not kidding, it would roll right back to me.  And not just to me- on me.  So I tangle with this ball for a good 5 minutes- likely the best 5 minutes of its LIFE- finally shoving it behind me to watch it unfortunately roll all up into the weight machine area.  Oops.  So then I had to go chase after it, which was probably its goal all along.

As I walked over to put my mat away and leave the ginormous ab ball wanting more, the encounter reminded me of this video.  Pretty sure I’ve linked to it before, but whatevs.