I know there have been millions upon millions of words written about this year’s batch of ads. So here are just a few more to throw on the pile.
Frankly, I thought it was kind of a weak year. But here are my two favorites:
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We have had a lot of snow this winter. And while we managed to avoid the smackdown the Mid-Atlantic took this weekend we have, in my opinion, more than enough. Here is our driveway featuring the White Cliffs of Dover:
Here is the C-man standing next to the cliffs for a sense of scale:
Oh, and just so you know, he’s about 4 feet tall.
We have some really good icicles on the front of the house too, but the photos didn’t turn out. Maybe I’ll try again tomorrow if you’re lucky.
Did you know that if you take the word “super” and put it next to the word “bowl” and use it to refer to a football game the NFL will come after you and take your house, your car and your first born child? Well, since I am rather fond of my first born child (most of the time) and my house and car I will try to evade the wrath of the NFL and just refer to today’s game as The Big Game and assume you all know what I am talking about.
My friend Amy found this and sent it to me. This may be the best, most amazing piece of food art I have ever seen. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you The Glutton Bowl.
Look at that. It has a guacamole playing field with sour cream yardlines. It has queso and salsa end zones with Slim Jim goalposts. And the players! They are made of Vienna sausages with little cheese helmets. Please note the bacon crowd control barriers and the crowd made of many and various chips. And I have saved the best for last. The stadium. The stadium my friends is made out of Twinkies. Twinkies! I love this. I love this with every fiber of my being.
Here are the complete directions and some more photos of the work in progress. I think you should have enough time to get to the store and make one for your party before the guests start arriving. You better hurry.
The NFL Championship game is this weekend. And you know what that means. It means you cannot use the word “super” and the word “bowl” next to each other to refer to it without shelling out for a licensing fee. Since I am not about to do that, we shall say NFL Championship game.
So that game is best known for two things: A lot of great commercials during what is usually just an alright game, and a really big food coma.
Really bad food will follow tomorrow. Tonight I leave you with some of my favorite commercials of all time. I presented the first set last year and now here’s the sequel. Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you Bud Bowl II. Enjoy.
I really wish they would bring these back.
I went swimming today at the gym. I like swimming at the gym. They keep the pool water nice and warm and the room itself is almost hot. It almost makes you forget there’s a gazillion inches of snow on the ground.
Anyway, lately it has been difficult to get a lane at the pool. There are four lanes and often there are people walking in two or three of them, leaving the people who are actually swimming with very few options. Now, I am not disparaging people who walk in the pool, they have every right to do that. However, I think they could probably all walk in one lane, and keep the other lanes open for swimmers, since you can have more walkers than swimmers in one lane.
I thought I had discovered a solution to this problem. I decided I would show up at the pool right as the aqua aerobics class was ending, thus increasing my odds of snagging a lane. And it has been working like a charm. Except today.
When the class ended today three of the four lanes were already claimed. Alright, no problem I will just use this lane here closest to the steps. I get in and wait for the crowd to disperse. It does, except for three women who decide to stand in the lane and chat. I stood at the end of the lane getting my goggles on. I made eye contact with them and still they stood there chatting. So finally I just started swimming figuring they would get the hint. No. They stood there in the middle of the lane for 15 minutes chatting while I swam around them. And then they had the nerve to give me the hairy eyeball. I wanted to say, “only one of us is using this lane for it’s intended purpose and it ain’t you, so get out of the lane!”
I know people like to chat after class. I do it. But in this case I just think assuming you can have a lane to yourselves while you talk about heaven knows what is spectacularly rude, especially if someone else is actually trying to swim. If you want to talk, either sit on the steps where you will be out of my way, or go sit in the sauna. Frankly that sounds like a better idea anyway.
I’m sorry but the whole thing just made me mad, and threw off my swimming groove. I hate when that happens.
I really think they need to post some kind of lane etiquette rules. Perhaps I need to send a strongly worded email.
It’s a Formula 1 day today mom. Sorry about that.
The 2010 season is creeping up on us. It will be here in a mere 35 days from right now. Oooh, I can’t wait.
As I am sure you know, Fernando Alonso, everyone’s favorite driver (well, my favorite driver) will be driving for Ferrari this year. I have been waiting for him to land at Ferrari since the bad year that we do not speak of (2007). This is like Christmas for me. I’m so excited I can hardly stand it.
AND we got our ticket confirmation from the Canadian Grand Prix so we are definitely On The List. I even have all my track outfits planned already. When I told Tom that he looked at me and said “you are just all kinds of crazy aren’t you?” I am going to assume he meant that as a compliment.
So here is the new Ferrari F10. Isn’t it pretty? (This is where you say yes)
Today I decided it was time to sort out my photos from Rome. I know, I know, we went to Rome two years ago. Sue me. What took me so long? I’ll tell you. I am an expert procrastinator. And of course I was worried that looking at them would make me unbearably Rome-sick so I have been avoiding them.
However, today I was feeling ambitious. So I pulled them out. Not all of them. All of them are on the computer. I just have a couple hundred of my very favorites printed out. Still, it’s a lot. Probably more than any sane person wants to look at. But they are my photos and I promise not to make you look at them.
So here is my dilemma. I can’t decide how to organize said photos.
On the one hand, I could do them in chronological order starting with our first day and ending with our last. But that seems kind of boring. Plus we did a number of things more than once, so there are a lot of pictures of things like the Colosseum and the Trevi Fountain.
On the other hand, I could also arrange them by theme. For example put all of the Colosseum photos together, all the photos of our apartment and so on. But I’m not entirely happy with that idea either.
On the other other hand, I could get really complicated and organize them according to which ones I like the best, or I could use some combination of all of the above. It’s a mystery.
One thing I do know, I have to finish this soon, before the piles of photos become an installation piece on the card table in the living room.
So we were driving around on the highway today (as you do) and we stopped at a truck stop for gas and slurpees and a bathroom break.
When we were back in the car The C-man said, “you know mom, there was a machine in the men’s room and if you put a quarter in it would spray cologne on you”. He continued wistfully “I wish I’d had a quarter”.
Meanwhile I was sitting there thinking “oh, I am so glad you didn’t”.
Allow me to introduce Mr. and Mrs. Kasoogi. Mr. Kasoogi is Princess O’s Ugly Doll. She got it in Minneapolis and he has been a very popular addition to the family. So popular in fact that we purchased a Mrs. Kasoogi. Mrs. Kasoogi lives in Chicago with Tom, and Mr. Kasoogi lives with us. So this was a happy reunion.
FYI Mr. Kasoogi is the big purple one, Mrs. Kasoogi is the small orange one.
Fans of True Blood on HBO will recognize this:
Look! It’s Tru Blood! Only this one isn’t fake blood, it’s a tasty blood orange soda. Well, I assume it’s tasty, I’ve never tried it, but I really really want to.
Of course it doesn’t help that I love blood oranges. I love them! They are beautiful and so delicious.
In fact my sister just gave me four blood oranges as a present. I might even share them with the family. Or I might not.
All that does nothing to diminish the fact that I clearly have a serious Vampire Problem
