R.I.P.

And here lie the playoff hopes and dreams of the New Orleans Saints and heartbroken Saints fans everywhere.

May next year’s season end on a better note, in the playoffs, with our standings proving what our stats and players already display…that we really can be the winningest team in the NFL.

Amen.

And now you’ll have to excuse me while I go drown my sorrows in something sippable…Happy New Year’s everyone!

Utter Bafflement

The last couple weeks I’ve been pondering:

• If the 1972 Dolphins uncorked the champagne usually saved for when the last undefeated team loses their first game when the 07-08 Dolphins won their first game of this season instead.
• How Christmas has crept up so sneakily.
• What I should do for my birthday.
• New black flats.
• Why the Saints continue to torment me so with their multiple personalities on the field.
• The real difference between Christmas parties and Holiday parties.
• Does wearing a black dress to a Christmas party make one unfestive?
• New lip glosses.
• Making tiramisu.
• Why I’m single.
• Why I can’t find bras that provide better support.
• Why my boobs are getting bigger. Why God why???
• Where I want to be in my life at this time next year.
• Why I voluntarily listen, and sing along with, Soulja Boy’s Crank Dat.
• Whether it is absolute insanity for me to buy a house right now.
• What Kevin Everett could possibly want for Christmas.
• The fabulousness of still being friends with people I was friends with in the ninth grade.
• My relationship, or lack thereof, with my mother.
• Why I haven’t anwsered the questions you guys posted.
• Whether my brother is going to finally bring home the spoiled, pain in the ass, bitch from hell girl he’s been dating for years on end.
• Mini versus Prius.
• Why it takes mapquest so bloody long to email directions to my Crackberry.

I Don’t Even Know His Name…

But I absolutely love him. With all my heart.

In fact I love him so much and I fell so fast that I’ve forgotten how tired I am, how many hours I’ve worked the last couple days, the snow, the cop who never called, that I am in no way ready for Christmas….

He’s a pastry chef at the restaurant and tonight, with about an hour left to my shift, I was dead on my feet and questioning my own sanity with this whole two job thing when a waitress came out of the kitchen with a scrumptious dessert and told me one of the pastry chefs sent it to me.

What’s better than being bought dessert? Sharing it with the other waitstaff and lots of giggles. 

Uh oh….

So…hypothetically…if after digging it out of a snowdrift that overwhelmed my car the Bane of My Existence was dry heaving like a drunk with a hangover coming on…that’s bad right?

So Far So Good

Its Tuesday night and so far this week has started off well:

• My darling Saints kicked some Falcon butt last night and the Colts gave Baltimore the finger again….
• I was told by my bosses at Really Great Job that they’re really happy with me.
• One of my favorite people and her super cool hubby came over for dinner and we had a blast.
• I’m being fought over by two different departments who both want me to work with them.
• Spent some time flirting with a hot police officer.
• Treated to a glass containing pretty pinkness by three Charming Southern Gentlemen on a business trip.
• Was told at Part Time Hostessing Gig that they are looking into giving me a raise.
• Was told by a coworker that I have good fashion sense.
• Lost some weight.
• This is the week that CHAI comes home!!!!!
• Got a phone call from a friend I haven’t seen in months.

300

The next touchdown Peyton throws will have him at 301, in fourth place for touchdowns thrown in a career. Its the start of the second quarter and the Colts have 23 on the board and the Ravens….0. I think Baltimore might be hoping the Ravens will take a leaf from the Colts way back when and move out of town in the dead of night….

Q&A

So here I am…with some extra time…wanting to blog…but no thoughts…so hopefully someone has a question (or seven) for me…