Pi Hearts NFL

Since the weather has gone to shit, there isn't much to do in Iowa...

Except watch TV.

Which means watching sports and movies and the same shows over and over and over

Pi's never been all that interested in any sport to learn, retain, and recall information about the players and their stats etc

Soccer was a part of my life growing up, and we all know how exciting that is to watch on TV

Being from Chicago, there's always been an allegiance to Da Bears.

(And the Cubs since I'm a Northsider)

Recently the dudes in my life have exposed me to their world of sports obsession

First, baseball.

Now, football.

Side Note:

Pi's never been to a football game beyond high school.

Yes, I lived in a college town for 6.5 years and never made it into the stadium to watch my team!

I was too busy in the parking lot, DUH.

An opportunity to go to my first NFL game presented itself and was quickly squashed.

Now it's too cold to see any of the 'local' teams.

'Local' because I live in the barren wasteland that is Iowa.

We don't have professional teams, so the Bears, Chiefs, and Vikings are the closest, none of which are worth seeing this year!

(sorry Bears)

. . . . . end side note

The NFL is surprisingly appealing to me this year.

I've started to remember players' names and stuff!

New Boyfriend is a HUGE fan of the Cowboys

(I know, I'll never forgive him for it...)

And I have my lovable Bears, a crush on the Colts, and an interest in the Pats, and I guess I'll root for the Cowboys if they're not playing any of my teams.

Much time has been spent in bars, with beer and munchies in the last month!

Planning for Sunday and Monday is done around the NFL schedule.

Oh yes, this chick loves watching NFL games.

One thing I always notice is the Referee.

Of course, I have a favorite.

The black one!

There is only one, his name is Mike.

Why?

I dunno, I just like the guy.

Who has a favorite ref?!

I do.

That's Pi for ya.

Against the Mainstream

New Boyfriend has pointed out something interesting about me

Imagine that.

Pi? Interesting?

Duh.

Anyway, the observation was that I am Anti-Mainstream

I've never looked at that way...

I just hate things that are BORING...VANILLA...BLAH

I don't go out of my way to be this way.

I just AM.

How? do you ask...

I don't put mayonnaise on my sammiches at home.

I use pesto.

I don't buy white bread or wheat bread or wonder bread everyday-run-of-the-mill bread.

I go to the bakery section.

Tomato soup?

Nope.

Roasted Red Pepper and Tomato soup....then add rice and corn

My condo isn't decorated like anyone else's....

I don't listen to the radio, so I'm not into whatever is 'in' in that respect either

Have you seen my cubicle?!

I have very particular tastes.

It's my sub-conscience never-ending battle against the BORING

Cuz, really, is there anything worse than being boring?

That would be the ultimate hell for me.

Everything vanilla.

Perfect little wafers floating about...

Like living in that neighborhood from Edward Scissor Hands.

Or any suburb in America, where every house is a shade of beige, with a perfectly manicured lawn, a fluffy golden retriever, and 2.3 children.

Barf.

Oh right, left out the SUV and Mercedes/BMW in the driveway.

Whatever is perceived as 'Normal' and 'mainstream'...I don't want any part of it!

Get out there and do shit your way.



Another thing, if, when I'm older, my Big Night Out is the night I have bowling league with my husband and neighbors, frickin SHOOT me!

Shh, it's a SECRET

haha like I can keep a secret for very long...

I need to take another Half Naked Hush picture...

So the Pi isn't exactly single anymore....

And by 'isn't exactly' I mean I'm not.

I just have a hard time admitting stuff like that!

So now that it's out-of-the-bag it's time for part two...

I'm breaking my Rule.

My Rule that I said I'd never break.

The Rule that was instated for a Very Good Reason.

I will not date: coworkers, classmates, neighbors, or bowlers.

Repeat: I will NOT date coworkers, classmates, neighbors, or bowlers.

Hah, yeah, guess which one the new SO is......

He's a coworker.

I'm blowing that Rule out of the park....(figuratively....er...well...you pervs!)

I can justify this by saying he works on the complete opposite end of the building, in a department I almost never have contact with, and I never see him in a meeting, and might catch a glimpse in the hall...

Besides, he's a great guy!

I dunno, however people meet people....

Well, where do you spend a good chunk of your time?

Work.

Under the frightening glare of fluorescent lights, glued to a computer screen, tickling the keyboard, slurping down coffee and wasting away in meetings while drawing dicks on the agenda.

(unless you like your job, if you do, eat it.)

Where else are you going to meet people?

The bar?!

Pshaw. Been there, tried that, guess what, doesn't work.

Point is, I'm ridiculously happy and grossing myself out with the cheesey shit that's been spilling out of my head.

Why is he so great?

Example: last Wednesday he helped me make my pumpkin-pies-from-real-pumpkins-not-from-a-can and while I was busy mixing and whatnot he asked what to do with all the dishes:

I'll probably get to them on Saturday, I'm busy until then.

Oh, well, then I'll do them.

::shocked:: That wasn't my intention when I said that!

Don't worry about it, I want to.

I wonder if there are people out there that thinks this is a small thing....

Let me tell you, IT'S NOT.

That's HUGE.

Follow that up with digging all the holes for me to plant bulbs in over the weekend and DING DING DING, We have a Winner!

Damn, I'm lucky.

And so is he.

We're gross.

Car Lust

Staying positive about everything surrounding my father's sudden death has been difficult

To say the least.

So, here's my take on one small piece of it...

The life insurance money.

It's not like I'm going to be receiving a ridiculous amount of money and stop working and travel the world, picking up companions everywhere I go...(How fun!)

And it's not going to make me feel any better about his death.

It will make my financial life a bit better.

I'm going to use some of it to become bad-debt free (ie credit cards!)

Something my dad was never able to achieve.

Then I'm going to save some, throw some at the condo...

And...

FINALLY replace my old junky car.

My 1992 Infiniti G20, given to me by my mother and the source of endless problems and frustrated phone calls.

Like the time I was on my way to Midway airport (FROM IOWA), stopped for gas and the alternator crapped out on me (6 hours beginning at 1am!!)...and I had to call my dad about it cuz I hadn't told my mother I was taking a little trip....

And I was still an hour from the airport!

More recently, how I was forced to repair the leak in the brake line on MOVING DAY and incur the cost of a rental car...

And, of course, how could I forget the time it just doesn't feel like starting?!

Jiggle the shifter, sometimes that works.

If not, pop 'er into neutral and give it a try....she likes that one.

Even though she's a hunk o'junk, I still love her.

She's my first car.

Cheap to insure.

Never had a car payment.

Well, now it's time to change that.

A portion of the life policy will become a down payment on a beautiful machine like this:

Yeah, I'm fancy like that.

Can't you see the Pi in the nice Red Jag?!

Oh, baby...