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AAAAAAUUUUGGGHH!!!! Super Bowl
Post Date: 12/23/2007

So, I reluctantly agreed to take part in my work fantasy football league this year. I say reluctantly, because I didn't really feel like playing in this league this year, but I was kinda guilted into it because I'm the reining champion and everybody was just licking their chops to bring me down. (Yeah, you heard right. Guilted. Damn me and my Catholic upbringing. Um, on a side note...I'm back. I just stepped away for a moment to put Allee to bed. What? What's that? You say you didn't even notice I was gone. Cheeky bastards. Anyway..) So, I played. And here I am, the second to last week in the regular NFL season, and where do I find myself? Did you guess in my fantasy league's Super Bowl? If you did, congrats. You get the satisfaction of knowing you finally got something right. If you didn't, then...whatever. Why should you possibly know that? Well, my Super Bowl performance has not gone as I had hoped (as though I had anything to do with it.) I'll spare you the details, but unless Brandon Marshall can get me 40 points tomorrow night, I will unfortunately come in second this year. For those of you who do not play fantasy football, the possibility of one receiver coming up with 40 points is highly unlikely. Not impossible, but definitely improbable. Oh well. Too bad for me. I did manage to win the side pot for point total, and that combined with the second place take is probably only slightly less winnings than if I had won the whole thing. But it's not about the money. No, it's...well...it's just...it's just that I SO love gloating. And now I'll be the gloaty, instead of the gloater. Poor me right? Now, on a completely unrelated matter...

Here we are on our annual Christmas trek around Louisiana. Fun stuff. I'm at my inlaws right now. It's always cool to come here, cause they treat me really well. We'll be going to the Chuck to see my family on Christmas day, and then back home the day after. Shelley and I told each other we wouldn't be doing this anymore after we had kids. Now we're three years into our parenthood, and we haven't missed a year yet. Hmmmm. So much for plans huh. Allee's doing well. She's super excited about Christmas. If you read the last blog I posted back in...when was it? July? (Geez louise! July? Has it been five months already?) Well, if you read it, you'll know that she's three now, which is a really cool age for Christmas. There's still the mystery of Santa and the excitement of presents. I don't know how long this will last, but I hope it's for a while. Oh, speaking of Allee, she once again has forbidden me from calling her Gator, so I have officially retired the nickname (even though you know I'll end up calling her that again at some point). I have come up with a new nickname for her that has gotten her seal of approval. It's Sweet-lee. She's my Sweet-lee, and she doesn't mind being it, so that's it for now. Anyway, since I'm already writing about her, I'll leave you with a funny little story about a recent interaction we had.

The other day, Sweet-lee asked me if I was a girl or a boy. Well, of course I told her that I was a boy. She begged to differ, however, pointing out that in the mornings when I was getting her ready, I put her in dresses and fixed her hair (A compelling argument to be sure). I said to her, "But I don't look like a girl do I?" She replied that I did. I asked for further explanation, and she said (this is where it gets good) "Well, you do (look like a girl) when you're sleeping...and you do when your awake." Then she got this delightfully wicked smile on her face and said, "You do when you've been bad...or good...so... be good for goodness sake!" Then she started singing "Santa Clause is Coming to Town". I laughed my ass off. Well, that's it for now. I hope y'all have a great holiday (whichever you celebrate...and if you don't celebrate any holiday, well...I'm sorry. You're really missing out.) I'll try not to make it another five months until my next post. But of course, me being me, I can't make any promises. Later peeps.

Until next time: So here I sit, while you're asleep. I grab my guitar and play something sweet. And it's all for you. It's all from me. But hold on one minute, while I've got some of your time. I was just wonderin', if you would mind, if I call you baby.