When in Rome...
It would appear that this year, I will be forced by geographic proximity to root for the San Diego Chargers in the playoffs. The thought itself makes me nauseous.
'Cassel' in the Sky:
Much to my dismay, Matt Cassel did not turn out to be the second coming of Tom Brady, try though he may. Truth be told, he didn't do a horrible job, but with an offensive line that was tailor made to fit Tom, he did the best he could. I'm wishin' and hopin' that Tom Brady is back on the field next year, however.
Leavin' on a Jet Plane:
Hahahahaha. Eric Mangini. Hahaha. Oooh. Hahaha. Hahahaha. Ha. Hum.
Leave It to the Pros:
The 2010 Pro Bowl will be moved to Miami and be played one week BEFORE the SuperBowl? Whaaaaaaaaat?
Rocky Mountain High?
After 14 seasons as head coach for the Broncos, Mike Shanahan was kicked to the curb after failing to make the playoffs for the third consecutive year. There is something seriously wrong with the Broncos' management, and I hope some amazing team team snatches him up quickly.
Cowboy Up:
Mike Shanahan should not have been fired. I think Wade Phillips, however, has some 'splainin to do.
Meanwhile...
I'll be in mourning until September.
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Saturday, December 27, 2008
Tweens Beware
Monday, December 22, 2008
I'm Dreaming of a ... Playoff Run
Next week could be one of the only times that I will root for a New York team.
I don't pretend to understand the processes through which playoff runs are decided. All I know is that Miami and Baltimore have to lose in order to give my beloved Pats a chance at a few games in 2009. How that all came about, I don't know. I don't really understand how Miami and the NEP have the same record (10-5), (with the Jets at 9-6), and of the three, the Pats are the team that stands the most the lose. (Mattie, give me a hand here.)
Other things I don't understand (in no particular order):
1.) Why the making of a snow angel is grounds for a 15-yard penalty.
2.) Why, with a 41-0 lead in the third quarter, the starting QB was still in the game.
3.) Why the Good Lord saw fit and deprived MKO and me from our weekly does of Tedy.
4.) Why Brett Favre was named to the the Pro Bowl.
Answers from people more knowledgeable than I are most welcome. :)
I don't pretend to understand the processes through which playoff runs are decided. All I know is that Miami and Baltimore have to lose in order to give my beloved Pats a chance at a few games in 2009. How that all came about, I don't know. I don't really understand how Miami and the NEP have the same record (10-5), (with the Jets at 9-6), and of the three, the Pats are the team that stands the most the lose. (Mattie, give me a hand here.)
Other things I don't understand (in no particular order):
1.) Why the making of a snow angel is grounds for a 15-yard penalty.
2.) Why, with a 41-0 lead in the third quarter, the starting QB was still in the game.
3.) Why the Good Lord saw fit and deprived MKO and me from our weekly does of Tedy.
4.) Why Brett Favre was named to the the Pro Bowl.
Answers from people more knowledgeable than I are most welcome. :)
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Wedded Bliss
Excuse me whilst I barf. (As I'm repeatedly told by my husband, I'm so unromantic.)
Today is my and Ian's three year wedding anniversary. Thanks to the Marine Corps, we have spent this day together only once. (And that day was actually my due date, and we spent the evening at my company Christmas party, where I got to watch everyone else get drunk.) Yet in spite of all that, the past three years truly have been some of the best in my life. Recap? OK.
December 18, 2005 - The Newlyweds drive to NYC for their honeymoon in Bree's grandfather's Buick. They split the driving, but somehow, Bree ends up driving the last leg through the city. Screaming, wailing, gnashing of teeth, and threats of divorce ensue.
December 19, 2005 - Bree comes down with The Plague.
December 19-21, 2005 - More wailing and gnashing of teeth. But hey, if we were going to be stuck inside, at least it was a nice room (Renaissance Hotel in the middle of Times Square). Yeah, Marriott Discount!
December 21-24 - Did I mention that we were visiting NYC during the transit strike of 2005? This severely limited our excursions to those things within walking distance. We did share a cab with some interesting folks out to Ellis Island, however. We got to see some awesome shows (Rent, The Producers, I Love You, You're Perfect, Now Change), went to see David Letterman, and took in the sights.
December 25, 2005 - Bree refuses to drive in the city again. Makes Ian drive first leg back to MA. Streets are obviously deserted, and this is the easiest drive EVER.
December 31, 2005 - The Newlyweds celebrate NYE with friends in Manchester. Little Purple Hands!
January 1, 2006 - Bree drives Ian to MHT airport to catch a flight back to to Pensacola. Ian, having been "overserved," didn't come to bed until about 1.5 hours before we were supposed to leave for the airport. As a result, he is sticking his head out of the car window on the way to the airport and hiccuping through the security line.
Mid-January 2006 - Bree packs up her U-Haul with all her wordly possesions, grabs a co-worker to drive it for her and makes her way to Wilmington, NC, where Ian will be stationed at MCAS New River. Ian and Bree ("Bree-an" from here on out) settle in to their new place, and go about their new lives together.
Mid-March, 2006 - Oops! Is that a plus sign?!
Mid-July, 2006 - Bree-an's lease comes up, and Ian is supposed to finish up training any day now. Bree-an moves into their friend Shaun's beach house.
August, 2006 - 5-months-pregnant Bree and Ian begin their drive West. Before they can leave the house, however, Bree leaves her cell phone locked in Shaun's hosue. The drive "West" goes something like this: North Carolina, Washington, D.C., Boston, Maine, Toronto, Ohio, Missouri, Amarillo, Flagstaff, San Diego. 4 days of searching yields an overpriced apartment in Del Mar.
December, 2006 - One year of wedded bliss. 32 hours of contractions, 3 hours of pushing and voila! Aaron Patrick Brown, in all his glory.
August, 2007 - Sick of the overpriced apartment in college-kid ridden hell, Bree-an and offspring move to an overpriced townhouse.
September, 2007 - East coasters invade and successfully surprise Ian on his birthday.
October, 2007 - Ian deploys for Iraq. One day later, Bree and Aaron evacuate their home from SoCal wildfires threatening San Diego.
December, 2007 - First anniversary solo. Aaron's first Christmas and birthday in New England.
May, 2008 - Ian returns from Iraq!
July, 2008 - Bree-an buys their first home together.
December, 2008 - Ian is away at a three-week training in Yuma, AZ, and Bree spends the second of three anniversaries solo.
So there you have it. Through all the ups and downs, however, we still have the best time. Ian makes me laugh more than anyone else I know (with the exception of those Peyton Manning MasterCard commercials), and there is no one I would rather wait for to come home. I'll always be waiting, and I'll never stop loving you, Ian. I love you. Happy Anniversary.
Today is my and Ian's three year wedding anniversary. Thanks to the Marine Corps, we have spent this day together only once. (And that day was actually my due date, and we spent the evening at my company Christmas party, where I got to watch everyone else get drunk.) Yet in spite of all that, the past three years truly have been some of the best in my life. Recap? OK.
December 18, 2005 - The Newlyweds drive to NYC for their honeymoon in Bree's grandfather's Buick. They split the driving, but somehow, Bree ends up driving the last leg through the city. Screaming, wailing, gnashing of teeth, and threats of divorce ensue.
December 19, 2005 - Bree comes down with The Plague.
December 19-21, 2005 - More wailing and gnashing of teeth. But hey, if we were going to be stuck inside, at least it was a nice room (Renaissance Hotel in the middle of Times Square). Yeah, Marriott Discount!
December 21-24 - Did I mention that we were visiting NYC during the transit strike of 2005? This severely limited our excursions to those things within walking distance. We did share a cab with some interesting folks out to Ellis Island, however. We got to see some awesome shows (Rent, The Producers, I Love You, You're Perfect, Now Change), went to see David Letterman, and took in the sights.
December 25, 2005 - Bree refuses to drive in the city again. Makes Ian drive first leg back to MA. Streets are obviously deserted, and this is the easiest drive EVER.
December 31, 2005 - The Newlyweds celebrate NYE with friends in Manchester. Little Purple Hands!
January 1, 2006 - Bree drives Ian to MHT airport to catch a flight back to to Pensacola. Ian, having been "overserved," didn't come to bed until about 1.5 hours before we were supposed to leave for the airport. As a result, he is sticking his head out of the car window on the way to the airport and hiccuping through the security line.
Mid-January 2006 - Bree packs up her U-Haul with all her wordly possesions, grabs a co-worker to drive it for her and makes her way to Wilmington, NC, where Ian will be stationed at MCAS New River. Ian and Bree ("Bree-an" from here on out) settle in to their new place, and go about their new lives together.
Mid-March, 2006 - Oops! Is that a plus sign?!
Mid-July, 2006 - Bree-an's lease comes up, and Ian is supposed to finish up training any day now. Bree-an moves into their friend Shaun's beach house.
August, 2006 - 5-months-pregnant Bree and Ian begin their drive West. Before they can leave the house, however, Bree leaves her cell phone locked in Shaun's hosue. The drive "West" goes something like this: North Carolina, Washington, D.C., Boston, Maine, Toronto, Ohio, Missouri, Amarillo, Flagstaff, San Diego. 4 days of searching yields an overpriced apartment in Del Mar.
December, 2006 - One year of wedded bliss. 32 hours of contractions, 3 hours of pushing and voila! Aaron Patrick Brown, in all his glory.
August, 2007 - Sick of the overpriced apartment in college-kid ridden hell, Bree-an and offspring move to an overpriced townhouse.
September, 2007 - East coasters invade and successfully surprise Ian on his birthday.
October, 2007 - Ian deploys for Iraq. One day later, Bree and Aaron evacuate their home from SoCal wildfires threatening San Diego.
December, 2007 - First anniversary solo. Aaron's first Christmas and birthday in New England.
May, 2008 - Ian returns from Iraq!
July, 2008 - Bree-an buys their first home together.
December, 2008 - Ian is away at a three-week training in Yuma, AZ, and Bree spends the second of three anniversaries solo.
So there you have it. Through all the ups and downs, however, we still have the best time. Ian makes me laugh more than anyone else I know (with the exception of those Peyton Manning MasterCard commercials), and there is no one I would rather wait for to come home. I'll always be waiting, and I'll never stop loving you, Ian. I love you. Happy Anniversary.
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
The Sounds of Freedom
By now, I'm sure you've seen the news about an F-18 jet that crashed into a residential neighborhood here in San Diego yesterday. (And for those of you who called me personally to confirm that all was well, thank you!) This event, while extremely unfortunate and not without consequence, does not, however, deserve the public's further scorn of military personnel in the area.
Reading some of the comments left on blogs and articles reporting on this tragedy quite honestly make me sick. I am sure that the pilot, who would have received an extensive amount of training before ever setting foot into that aircraft, did everything he could to protect not only his life, but also the lives of innocent civilians on the ground. When there are no functioning engines on an aircraft, there is no power to that aircraft. Without power, that F-18 was no more than a falling rock, and, try though he might to angle the trajectory of that rock into an uninhabited area, there is only so much he could have done.
The answer here is not to relocate Miramar, as so many have voiced their support for. Nor would it be prudent to convert Miramar into a commercial airport. (Because really, when a 757 crashes into your house, it's not going to be 4 lives that are lost, it's going to be about 400.) Pilots are not infallible human beings (though they sometimes like to think so), and paining this young man in a negative light is almost inhuman. I'm sure the knowledge that 4 people are dead as a result of his aircraft's malfunction is something that will weigh heavily on his mind and the minds of many for quite sometime. The pictures of him on his cell phone immediately following the crash are not reasons for his crucifixtion: no doubt, he was calling military emergency crews to the scene, not calling his drinking buddies with a "Duuuuude...." story. And the fact that the military currently has jurisdiction over the crash scene is not something that is being done to "cover up" what really happened. On the contrary: this was a MILITARY exercise conducted by a MILITARY pilot that went unspeakably wrong. And it will be the MILITARY that finds out what exactly that was. So back off.
And, P.S. San Diego, should you be successful in your push to relocate Miramar, don't you dare open your mouth to complain when those helicopters with their ability to dump thousands upon thosands gallons of water on your burning county in the middle of fire season are hundreds of miles away.
Reading some of the comments left on blogs and articles reporting on this tragedy quite honestly make me sick. I am sure that the pilot, who would have received an extensive amount of training before ever setting foot into that aircraft, did everything he could to protect not only his life, but also the lives of innocent civilians on the ground. When there are no functioning engines on an aircraft, there is no power to that aircraft. Without power, that F-18 was no more than a falling rock, and, try though he might to angle the trajectory of that rock into an uninhabited area, there is only so much he could have done.
The answer here is not to relocate Miramar, as so many have voiced their support for. Nor would it be prudent to convert Miramar into a commercial airport. (Because really, when a 757 crashes into your house, it's not going to be 4 lives that are lost, it's going to be about 400.) Pilots are not infallible human beings (though they sometimes like to think so), and paining this young man in a negative light is almost inhuman. I'm sure the knowledge that 4 people are dead as a result of his aircraft's malfunction is something that will weigh heavily on his mind and the minds of many for quite sometime. The pictures of him on his cell phone immediately following the crash are not reasons for his crucifixtion: no doubt, he was calling military emergency crews to the scene, not calling his drinking buddies with a "Duuuuude...." story. And the fact that the military currently has jurisdiction over the crash scene is not something that is being done to "cover up" what really happened. On the contrary: this was a MILITARY exercise conducted by a MILITARY pilot that went unspeakably wrong. And it will be the MILITARY that finds out what exactly that was. So back off.
And, P.S. San Diego, should you be successful in your push to relocate Miramar, don't you dare open your mouth to complain when those helicopters with their ability to dump thousands upon thosands gallons of water on your burning county in the middle of fire season are hundreds of miles away.
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