Score!

We got tickets to the game! Woo hoo! I'm so glad I'll be there to bid my favorite player, Rodney Carney, farewell. I hope he puts on a show for us with some of his trademark monster dunks. We'll be in a suite, too, which is, well ... sweet. Jesse is sad that he's not going, but I bet before the conference tourney is over, someone puts tickets to one of those games in my hands. We'll see. And it's March! Which means I'll be spending some quality time filling out my brackets very soon. I love March! For those new to my basketball obsession, I'd like to brag that I won our office pool two years ago. Didn't do as well last year, but still finished respectably in the top 10. The only question is do I wear my heart on my sleeve and take Memphis to the Final Four, or do I go with my gut and see them only making it to the Elite Eight? I had to swallow my pride in order to put Louisville in the Final Four last year, and it paid off. Won't have that problem this year, since they're not even going to make it into the tourney. Heh and snerk. Serves 'em right. Big East Blowouts.

I just want to say that I do not get the fashion trend that is gauchos. I've seen a lot of women wearing them this winter, and I don't think they look good on anyone. And if you've bought more than one pair this season (and one's OK just in the interest of being trendy, I guess), I've got news for ya. You wasted your money. Remember all those afghan looking things you were all wearing around your shoulders last year? Now they're just keeping your coat hangers warm aren't they? Yeah. Here's what I thought of those things: They make you look like you don't have any arms.

Speaking of fashion, I was driving up to my personal parking space on level floor of my parking garage this morning, and as I passed level three, there was a lady waiting for the elevator, and she was wearing capri pants, sandals and a sleeveless shirt. It's only the first day of March. And I know it's warm, but there's no reason to rush on the spring clothes, hon. It's Memphis. Enjoy the winter clothes while you can because in a few weeks, even a sleeveless shirt and short pants won't save you.

I got home from Super Suppers last night, and I was exhausted. I was there for about an hour and a half, and our freezer is now stuffed with food. I'll reserve judgment until we actually eat some of these meals I assembled. Some of it looked really, really good going into the bags. I still think it's a great idea, and it was pretty easy. I'll have to keep checking their calendar for a walk-in day on a weekend next month, which would be much better than going after work. When I got home last night, Jesse still hadn't eaten dinner, but at least SkooterPie started the laundry. Jesse was whining for Burger King, but he settled for a Miracle Whip sandwich, which is all I could bring myself to fix for him after making 12 meals that he'll never, ever in a million years eat. I could feel bad about my son's pathetic dinner, I guess, but Jesse happily informed me that we need 6 servings of bread a day. So, I guess a Miracle Whip sandwich is just what the USDA ordered then, huh?

And I know all the readers of this blog will be happy to hear that I managed to get my oil changed this morning. So glad we can all get on with our lives now.