43
Ξ January 19th, 2009 | → 0 Comments | ∇ Uncategorized |
Troy Polamalu is the Steelers’ number 43. February 1, 2009 brings the 43rd Super Bowl.
Coincidence? I think not.
Here We Go
Ξ January 18th, 2009 | → 8 Comments | ∇ sports |
Our Father, who art in Pittsburgh,
Football be thy game.
Thy Kingdom come, 5 Super Bowls won,
On earth as it is in Heinz Field.
Give us this day a playoff Victory, and forgive us our penalties,
As we defeat those evil birds who play against us.
And lead us into a victory, and deliver us to Tampa!
A-Ben
GO STEELERS!!!
HNT – My 35th Half Nekkid Thursday
Ξ January 15th, 2009 | → 23 Comments | ∇ half nekkid thursday |
Well, I haven’t done any kind of HNT since before Christmas. And here we are in a new year. Guess that means that I should go back to the beginning. My first HNT was a full body shot, so here I am going back to the beginning with all of me. (No click through images, clicking will only make these larger.)
Entire front of me.
Me from the rear. 
A baby Becky, but still all of me.
Happy HNT!
When
Ξ January 14th, 2009 | → 20 Comments | ∇ Uncategorized |
Remember when life was so simple? When simply sucking our own fingers could curl our toes?
How about when the greatest gift of all was a sleeping bag?
Or when getting out of bed and leaving your favorite stuffed animals made you cranky?
Yeah, I can totally remember when getting outta bed made me cranky. That would be most days! (Especially when today is cold and snowy…perfect day for staying horizontal with a comforter.)
The more I think of it, all I did was replace those stuffed animals with two warm and snugglie pups. And remove the don’t fall outta bed bar.
A Serious Moment
Ξ January 13th, 2009 | → 7 Comments | ∇ sadness |
A coworker’s chimney caught fire the other night at like 1:30 in the morning. Spread to the attic. Firemen came and chopped a whole in the roof, doused the flames in spite of the 22 degrees. Coworker and his wife, their son, dog and bird were all able to get out safely. It will be approximately three months before they can move back into the house.
If you have a fireplace, please be sure to have a professional look at the chimney every once in a while, even if you burn those creosote logs.
That is all.
Love yinz. 
How Awesome Was That?!?!!
Ξ January 12th, 2009 | → 14 Comments | ∇ humor, sports |
Not only did my beloved Steelers pull out one hell of a win, but I received all kinds of encouraging messages before, during and after the game. Some text messages, a few Twitter messages, several text messages to my phone and a few phone calls. All to tell me that the Steelers made folks think of me or that they were watching and rooting for my boys. From California to Massachusetts to Florida and many parts in between. I’m telling you, sometimes I fell like I am 80 because the internet *still* manages to amaze me. Love being connected to you guys. Awesome. Like a possum.
Oh. Guess I should explain that one. hehe
Well, one of my bosses has about a hundred cats, give or take 20, plus she also puts food outside for any of the ones who live outside that she can’t lure in. (Sure, I am exaggerating here, but the woman does love the kitties and she does make sure that if any are passing through the neighborhood, they can grab a bite safely on her back porch.) ANYhow, several raccoons enjoy the free buffet also. It is pretty cool to sit in her dining room and look out the sliding glass door to see two raccoons and a feral cat eating out of the same bowl. Some of the cats have even taken to washing their paws in the water bowl, just like the raccoons.
So one day, K’s teenage stepson looks out the sliding glass doors and says, “Wow, there is an anteater out there.”
“???”
“There’s an anteater out back.”
“Possum.”
“Yeah, it is awesome.”
Stay Classy?
Ξ January 11th, 2009 | → 7 Comments | ∇ alcohol, sports |
Someone sent to my cellica phone a photo of a Steelers football helmet and a spoken line from Anchorman. As childish and as so NOT classy as it is, I can’t stop giggling.
“Go fuck yourself, San Diego.”
Usually I am all about praising my home team and not trashing the opponent, but that stupid line keeps running around in my head, making me laugh, every stupid time i think about it.
Not Nearly Enough
Ξ January 10th, 2009 | → 11 Comments | ∇ Uncategorized |
The weather whores promised like 10 inches of snow. Although I didn’t run to the grocery store for the three whites (bread, milk, toilet paper), I was prepared. Seriously ready for it. Mentally prepared. Looking forward to it.
I think we may have about three inches on the ground. What kind of bullshit is this? JANUARY, people. Put the snow on the fucking ground. Quit having “Severe Weather Team” alerts. Quit having “Storm Team” bullshit on my television. No fucking “Winter Storm Warning” anymore, dammit. THREE inches is not an emergency, assholes.
We are planning a snow party at Auntie M’s house this afternoon. Building a snowman, tubing down her hill, sled riding, a little cross country skiing for Aunt Lo, a huge bonfire, marshmallow toasting, hot chocolate, etc. Yet the damn folks who don’t have to be right (EVER!) lie to me and get me all excited for the frozen white stuff.
Winter people. It. Is. Winter.
Me want snow.
Thanks For The Support, Internet
Ξ January 9th, 2009 | → 16 Comments | ∇ blog talk radio, me |
You were all so wonderful yesterday and the day before. Thank you.
I have great news to report. Thursday evening I called my friend’s house. While my hands weren’t physically shaking, I kind of felt as though they were. Her husband answered and instead of normally talking to him like I always have, I asked for my friend. He began to tease me a bit (“Becky? Wow, I think I remember a Becky.”), although he eased quickly when he heard my voice quiver as I admitted I deserved that. The words “I am calling to tell her how sorry I am” brought a flood of tears that I certainly didn’t mean to unleash so it was a struggle to steady my words.
Turned out she was at a meeting so I had time to compose myself. Until my phone rang. Hot tears of frustration at myself for being such as ass burned my eyes and streaked my face when I answered. I tried to say how sorry I was for being a crappy friend and how much I loved her, how much I missed her. Thing was, she cut me off. Wouldn’t hear of any apology.
Yet her voice was gentle. And was there a little happiness that I heard? Dear Lord, is she truly happy to hear from me? I don’t deserve this.
Seconds into the phone call it was as though I had never been so stupid to not answer phone calls or emails. Minutes went by and we were waist high in major life issues. No more tears, just friends trying to solve all the issues in our lives. For 58 minutes and 12 seconds. And it felt like no time at all. It felt good. It felt right. In fact, it felt so comfortable that we agreed to get together Friday evening for a few hours while her husband is out with the kids. Although I do hope I get to see them as well.
I don’t deserve such an easy forgiveness, yet I am grateful for it.
Just as I am thankful for all of you holding up a mirror for me to look into while you encouraged and supported me. Thank you doesn’t even begin to cover it, but that is all I have. Thank you.
P.S. When we hung up, I realized that I felt as happy as I would if I hit the lottery. Great feeling. Wish I could explain how my brain jumped to this video…
Might have been the fact that Aunt Tinkle Tom Tom made me a delicious PB&J when I was over earlier today (or it could be that I am batshit crazy).
Oh! Another great thing about Thursday…I had the pleasure of spending time with Cousin Sarah for a bit. Got to hold one week old baby Donnie Jordan and have Aunt Tinkle Tom Tom make me a sammich with Jif’s creamy goodness. All while wearing one of the Straight Not Narrow shirts I love so much…so much that I own three. (Yes, I did also buy one for my “get used to it” aunt. hehe)
There’s That Mirror, Reflecting Back What I Didn’t Want To See
Ξ January 8th, 2009 | → 17 Comments | ∇ blog talk radio, me, mom, ramblings, sadness, train wreck |
(Note: No HNT here this morning. Maybe later.)
Recently I have made a few really, really stupid decisions in an effort to spare my heart. For me, Denial is not just another river in Egypt. Problem is, as much as I try to hide or ignore people or things in an effort to “stay strong” I will never actually find the strength to just fucking deal in the first place if I don’t admit that there is a fucking problem. Dealing and acceptance are the only things that will make it all better, not hiding.
Huge, heavy sigh.
To anyone who listened to “Clearly You’re Retarded” last night, thanks for letting me say something that I have never said before. While I certainly didn’t expect that show to play shrink for me, I am glad I was apart of it. And I appreciated the gentle mirror, held up for me to look into.
I will do my best to make my wrongs right. If I can’t, I have no one to blame. If I can, it is because the others are much better friends than I deserve.
Speaking of friends, I really am grateful for all of you. Very thankful that you are in my life.