After lunch today:
Brit: “Part of my ass cheek fell asleep and now I can’t walk!”
Bob: “I have a foot available that is more than willing to help out!”
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Monthly Archives: January 2011
Road trip to Dallas
In case you haven’t heard – we’re going to the Super Bowl! Well, not me, but the Steelers are.
One of the items on my bucket list was to go to a Super Bowl game. This would be a great one! Oh man, can you imagine? But, it’s not as easy as it sounds. You can’t just get tickets and go. Well, you can but only if you have a lot of money.
Which I don’t.
One of the guys I work with had a shot at a Super Bowl package if the Patriots made it (which they didn’t – in your face Tom Brady! Now go get a haircut). For 10 grand, he and his wife could fly there and back with the team on their jet, stay in the team hotel, get 2 tix to the game, all access pass to the team locker room, attend the after party with the team and get unlimited amounts of chocolate raining down on you wherever you go. Ok, maybe not that last one but seriously, doesn’t that sound frickin’ awesome!
Picture it – me and CJ flying down to Dallas on the Steelers jet. I’m sitting next to Troy, putting conditioner in his hair. CJ ‘s conferring with Mike Tomlin, helping him decide which plays to run. Big Ben and James Harrison come over to join us for a drink. Hines Ward grills up some burgers and gives us all fashion tips. Then we land and head to the hotel where our room is next door to Ben’s (hey, someone’s gotta keep an eye on him making sure he doesn’t get in to anymore trouble).
The day of the game we all head to the locker room where CJ gives a rousing pre-game pep talk and I take pictures. Lots of pictures. We head up to our box seats and find that Jerry Jones is our waiter. Move it JJ, I want my hot dog as soon as it’s off the grill and not a minute later! The game is awesome and the Steelers beat the Packers by 3 points which makes victory all the more exciting and sweet. Everyone is hugging and Art Rooney throws C-notes in the air in celebration.
Back in the locker room, the guys are high-fiving, hugging and slapping each other and we get in on the team picture. We also get an autographed game ball. Everyone heads out to party it up and show Dallas how it’s done. The next day we fly home, passed out on the plane and snuggling to our championship t-shirts.
What? It could happen.
Or, I could get together with all my friends and watch the game the good old-fashioned way – on a high def big screen T.V. with lots of food and beer. Yep, that sounds perfect to me!
But hey, if anyone has some extra cash and wants to get me an early birthday present, I’ll take one of these:
Don’t worry – I’ll throw in the $70 for parking. Hey, it’s the least I can do.
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Snip
Yesterday I decided it was time to give Isabella a haircut. She was born with a full head of hair so this will be the 3rd haircut in her 15 months of life. It’s mostly cutting the bangs as I’m trying to let the rest of it grow out long. She seems to have my hair though (poor thing) – thin, fine and slow-growing, with some curl in it. So it doesn’t need to be trimmed that often. I just do it myself because it’s only the bangs and there’s no way I’m going to shell out money for someone to do 3 snips and be done.
But, perhaps I should reconsider.
The first 2 times and it turned out great. Silly me didn’t take a pic of the first haircut (I know, major milestone that I missed. Doh!) but here she is after the 2nd one.
Pretty good, right?
The key is to distract her. Since she is constantly moving, it can be a challenge getting her to sit longer than 30 seconds. Usually if I can sit her down in front of the TV, she’ll get absorbed in it and not even realize I’m chopping her hair.
Well that didn’t work yesterday.
I put her in her Einstein chair and turned on Sesame Street. She was also reading a book so I figured, hey, bonus! Once she was settled, I got the comb and scissors and started to work. However, she was fully aware of what I was doing and would either pull away or try to grab the comb/scissors, neither of which was helpful. I finally got it lined up and just as I snipped the scissors, she moved and I cut off more than I had planned.
Drat!
So of course I had to even it out which meant cutting the rest shorter. And it wasn’t straight so I had to take a little more off and a little more until eventually she looked like this:
And it’s still not even! But I couldn’t bear to keep going shorter so it’ll have to work. I’ll just tell people I did it on purpose to give her that super hip, short choppy bang look. Um, yeah.
By the way, she’s not pointing at the camera here and saying “Bad mommy!” She’s actually eating chocolate Malt-o-Meal for the first time and my guess is she’s trying to slime CJ’s phone.
Anyway, they will grow back and let’s face it, [warning: parental brag alert ahead] no matter what I do to her hair she will still be adorable so I won’t chide myself too much. I actually do think it’s kind of cute. Makes her already angelic face look that much more cherubic.
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Though you can’t tell by the look on her face, you can tell by all the sauce on it that Isabella really enjoyed her Beefaroni at lunch!
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Last night I was feeling a little sad and contemplative after attending the memorial service of a fellow volleyball player. He was too young and left behind a wife and 2 beautiful little girls. Naturally, I was taking stock of my life and feeling extremely grateful for all that I am blessed with.
Isabella and I played for a little while and then she wanted a cookie. I got one for her and one for me and we sat on the couch eating them together. Samson was sitting at our feet waiting eagerly for some crumbs to fall. I was holding her tight and kissed her little head a million times as we sat there. I think she sensed that I needed some extra love, because she turned her head and looked right in my eyes before leaning in and giving me a kiss. It was so sweet. Next, she leaned in against me and gave me a hug. It was exactly what I needed.
Then she tooted.
Without skipping a beat, she looked down at Samson and said, “Dude…” as if blaming it on him. She learned that trick from her dad.
There’s never a dull moment around our house!
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