HEEL ME PLEASE!

Everything I believe in is now being tested. The sky no longer seems so blue, the earth so beautiful, the coke so sugary....but I think that is because I am on my fourth and its only 8:26 in the morning. I was so excited for the tournament this weekend to see who would make it into the final four that I could hardly see straight. My whole work week had been a prelude to this weekend when the top eight teams would go at it and allow me a few hours to scream, yell, and otherwise embarrass my self half to death even though my real team's season was over about a month ago.

But as the Tarheels took the floor yesterday and decided with about 10 minutes to go that their season was apparently over, I was perplexed. From what I had known about sports and in my experience in athletic competition, during a game, especially when you are in the lead, it is important to CONTINUE TO PLAY. I didn't realize it was now socially acceptable within athletic circles to do all but change into street clothes, start studying for midterms and go out to the corner Dominoes for a pizza! They literally turned a ninety-four foot basketball court into a 50 foot walk-a-about as they only shot threes, didn't rebound, and let G-town to the hope more times then Koby Bryant shoots in any given game.......which lately can only be counted by computers from NASA its so friggin' high.

The saving grace from this catastrophe was that I, and I admit, hypocritically so, had picked the Georgetown upset in my family brackets. And by some strange quirk of fate, I had also picked UCLA over Kansas giving me a perfect final four. So in other words I had a cushion of gloating and self absorption to break my fall from the embarassing North Carolina loss.

I sent out an email to my family and friends to let them know about this Blog so that more people might stop by and make it look respectable. Apparently I am not as loved or as popular as once thought because, other than Brett and my bro. Matt, I am as baran as the Mojave. (not in that sort of perverted way that you are all thinking....we KNOW that's not a problem given our track record with pregnancy. I have it down to such a science that all I have to do is think about having a baby and Heather is pregnant.) But I will keep posting if anything just to give me the opportunity to blab about what ever I fell like........for instance potato salad. There are so many different types: mustard based, mayo based, onions, no onions, the one with the hard boiled egg in it......some days I like it, other days I want to use it as weather stripping because it is so thick and nasty. That potato salad.....weired stuff.

We find out what Guppy is on Wednesday. I will try to post the ultrasound pict. so everyone can see what a huge boy it is or if its a girl, how lovely and feminine a fetus can really be.

Have a great day.....oh who am I kidding, the Heels laid an egg and Mondays suck.