No hockey this weekend to save me (or pile on the pain) from a drubbing at the hands of the Vikings. I told Vallos' aunt in church when she asked if we'd win, "We'll be lucky if we lose by less than 30."
And we did. Go team! Pride! Hit! Desire!
I want a new QB next year. Perhaps round two. Round one QBs make me nervous. I want a round one RB and round one offensive lineman. Hopefully left tackle if there's one there who's good enough. After that, I'm not expert enough to care.
Put up the Christmas lights on Sunday, although I won't turn them on yet. I normally handle all of this the weekend after Thanksgiving, but the weather was too nice this weekend to pass up. Last year, it was snowy and below freezing when I did it. This year, partly sunny and 50. Plus, next weekend is Sophie's sixth birthday, and we're having a pajama party for her at Pump It Up from 7:00 to 9:00 p.m. Big inflatable things. Nothing for us to clean up. Call that a win.
Oh, and I completed my first toilet repair. Replaced the overflow pipe all by own self, which required removing the tank from the base and everything. I'm handy! Sadly, though, not handy enough to fix the lights on the ceiling fan. Still have fan, but no light. I guess if you have to lose one or the other, than went the right way.
The RB finds a hole, but it closes up quickly. Two yard gain (at this point, Seahawk losses are no longer much of a factor).
My ball. 3rd and 2 on my own 31.
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So, with Life lining up to punt, and me down by 10 - but with a good looking weekend ahead, my thoughts as of Friday were "I wonder if I can find a way to make it good so that I can bust out a decent return."
ReplyDeleteWhich sort of sounds like I'm thinking about rushing the kick. Hell yeah!
Within a five minute span on Friday, my passenger side handle came off in my hand (have to go dealership for the fix) and I got audited - and hit with a 500 dollar penalty from my 2007 taxes. I wrote the check immediately.
500 dollars and a broken door handle, totally caught me blind.
That's a fake punt, son. That's Life telling me how it works. It gets all the way to midfield, I'm totally flatfooted, and now Life has a first down and a ten point lead and I'm gonna have find money just sitting on the ground to pull this shit out.