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Stupid Cubs.  They folded like a cheap suit.  Fell like a house of cards.  They choked and no one was there to perform the Heimlich maneuver.  The team with the best record in baseball gets swept out of the playoffs.  AGAIN.
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F F Friday (19)

Still plugging and chugging with Fucking Floral Friday with Saintseester.
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Sorry all,

I haven’t been around much.  I’m at crunch time at work.  I need to get a report all cleaned up and finalized for reporting on March 1st.  I’m going insane.  I’m ready to not look at Excel spreadsheets anymore.  I’m ready to reply once again to comments and make posts.  I’m ready to jump back into fitness again.

The weather tonight

Ok, the last time I checked my calendar, it shows January.  Someone, please correct me if I’m wrong.

The last couple days have been very mild here.  Sunday, the temperature was in the lower 60’s and I wore a skirt to church and the kids wore their spring jackets.  Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining.  Today was still a mild day.  As I type, it is thunderstorming and we are under a tornado watch.  For a short while, a tornado watch.  It went just north of us.  How Flipping crazy is THAT??  A tornado.  In January.

Tomorrow is suppose to be not quite as warm and the temperature is suppose to drop, but still be higher than normal. 

 edited 1/8/08:  It rained all night.  We had a couple cracks of thunder that just shook the whole house.  It didn’t seem to bother the kids.  This morning we are under a flood warning.  Oh the joy!!

An open letter to all sports nuts.

Yes, I know your team is the best.  However, when they are doing poorly, yelling at the TV will not fix anything.  It will not get the referees and or umpires to change the call.  You can yell all you like.  It won’t do any good and it only scares the kids and/or pets. 

Whether or not your team wins or loses, it’s not important in the grand scheme of things.  The world is not going to end, but all hell just might break loose.  No one will remember it next season.  No one will remember it next month.  Heck, it’s probably forgotten after a week. 

I don’t mind sports…

But when hubby watches womens basketball (the teams he doesn’t follow) because there is nothing else on, well, that’s when it’s time to turn off the TV.

That and he was watching VB on the Computer.