Year: 2010

  • The weekend and lots of meaningless details

    There wasn’t really a whole lot going on around here this past weekend. But when you consider I started my Friday morning by attempting to brush our dog Scout’s teeth, there was really nowhere to go but up.

    By the way, it is true what they say. You can’t teach an old dog new tricks. Or the importance of dental hygiene to prevent plaque buildup. He was having none of it. Which I kind of suspected. Especially after Gulley saw the Doggie Dental Care Kit on my kitchen counter Thursday afternoon and HOWLED until she cried when I told her I was going to brush Scout’s teeth.

    P was down at the ranch all weekend because it’s hunting season and that’s what he does. And, by the way, the weekend apparently starts on Thursday from November through the end of January. So it was just Caroline and me until she got a better offer for Friday night and decided to go to a pizza party at a friend’s house.

    I thought my Friday night was going to be a quiet affair with just me, The Making of The Dallas Cowboy Cheerleaders reality show, and the sound of my self-image plummeting to the ground as I watch them tell a girl who weighs 98 pounds soaking wet that she’s “a little thick”. But somehow I ended up being convinced Caroline needed to have a friend spend the night which altered my plans to be curled up with a bag of Double Chocolate Milanos by 8:00 p.m.

    Instead I ended up going out to eat Mexican food with Mimi, Bops and Gulley because Gulley’s husband took the boys to a high school football game and she decided to pass. (As I reread this I feel like I should clarify that she needed to pass ON the game, not pass IN the game. It sounded a little like she might have taken to the field.) So we let Mimi and Bops take us out to dinner just like we were back in college instead of two women in our late thirties. Unfortunately, unlike college, we weren’t able to go back to their house, spend the night in their guest bedroom and sleep until noon the next day. Because we caved to the man and became responsible members of society at some point in the last twenty years.

    I picked up Caroline and her friend from the pizza party and brought them home. They were tired and so I was able to pass off crawling in my bed and watching a few episodes of Dukes of Hazzard as entertainment. I’m sure her friend’s parents will be delighted that their daughter now has a working knowledge of Boss Hogg and his attempts to defraud the citizens of Hazzard County. At our house we believe that the children are our future. Teach them well and let them lead the way.

    Someone ought to write a song about that.

    On Saturday I realized we were out of trash bags and thus we took our lives into our own hands and went to Walmart. Normally I would never go to Walmart, especially on a Saturday, but we’d just eaten lunch at Chick-Fil-A and it was right there. And, truthfully, it wasn’t too bad. I even noticed that the Horizon Organic Milk at Walmart has a much later expiration date than the Horizon milk they’re selling at HEB.

    And with that sentence, I just turned into my Me-Ma. Has this kind of minutiae become some important to my life that I not only notice it, but share it on the internet? I am sad for myself.

    Then Saturday evening we headed over to Gulley’s to watch the A&M game. Which, GLORY, it was just a nightmarish first half that left me questioning the integrity and morals of every ref involved. But then the second half came and our defense readjusted and we all celebrated loudly at what is hopefully the dawn of a new beginning for Aggie football.

    Gulley and I hoped against hope that ESPN Gameday would choose to go to College Station for our game against Nebraska this coming weekend because we’d already planned to be there with the kids and felt like some strategic sign-making and face-painting might get our children a shout out from Kirk Herbstreit. Or at the very least, Lee Corso. But, alas, Gameday announced that they will instead be broadcasting from Wrigley Field for the Northwestern vs. Illinois game. Because six people care about that.

    (No offense if you went to Northwestern or Illinois. I’m sure they are lovely schools, but neither one is making headlines for football this season. Oh, but they’re playing at a BASEBALL FIELD! It’s so novel!)

    (And I’m a little bitter. Because I’d already been practicing how to write “Gig’em” across Caroline’s cheek.)

    Sunday morning, Caroline and I went to church and then we ate breakfast at Jim’s with Mimi and Bops. I ordered the Migas because they’re usually good. But they had too many onions.

    Much like this post has too many details.

    And so I’ll leave you with this if you are an Aggie fan. If not, feel free to skip down for a few more important notes of interest.

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    In light of the fact that the Aggies beat Baylor this weekend (Did I mention that?) I feel like the least I can do is give a shout out to one of my favorite Baylor alumni, my friend Shaun Groves. Shaun is raising money so that he can make a new album.

    Here’s the thing. Shaun travels all around the country, sings his songs, talks about Compassion and helps release children all over the world from poverty. If he has a new album, more people will want him to come sing, which means he’ll get to talk about Compassion, and, thus, MORE CHILDREN WILL BE RELEASED FROM POVERTY. Click on over to find out how you can help.

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  • Fashion Friday: Edition in case you have a social life

    As most of you probably know, yesterday was Veterans Day. But what you may not know, unless you have ESP or live in my neighborhood, is that Caroline’s school had a little patriotic program in honor of the occasion and we received a note home asking that our children wear red, white and blue to school.

    I wasn’t really sure what she had in her closet that would be appropriate, mainly because I don’t tend to purchase a lot of red clothing for anyone in the family. I like the red clothing in theory. I like it on other people. But when it comes right down to it, I sometimes go to try on a red sweater or what have you and it just makes me feel like RED! HERE I AM IN MY RED CLOTHING! And then I project my red issues onto my family.

    I’m sure P is just sick that he doesn’t have more red in his closet.

    (I’m willing to bet a box of Hot Tamales that P couldn’t even tell you what color the shirts are that currently hang in his closet. However, he cleaned out the guest room closet that holds all his hunting clothes on Wednesday and I promise you he waxed eloquently over what he described as a “vintage pair of tiger-striped camo pants”.)

    Anyway, I found the red shirt I bought for Caroline to wear last year on Veterans Day and laid it on her bed with a pair of jeans and a pair of jeggings. Then I looked through her closet again and found a red, white and blue patchwork outfit consisting of a tiered ruffled skirt and a halter top that Mimi and Bops brought her back from Italy this summer. I pulled out a long-sleeve white t-shirt and laid it out next to the ruffled skirt and then called her into her room to make a decision.

    (This was all the night before, by the way. I knew the patriotic clothing choice would be fraught with way too much drama to save for the a.m.)

    She walked in her room, perused the items on her bed and said, “Oh, I see what you’ve done here.”

    “Yes, those are your choices for tomorrow.”

    “Okay. I’ll wear the jeggings under this skirt with the white shirt under the halter-top and red bows in my hair.”

    “That’s a lot to have going on. What about just the white shirt with the skirt?”

    “No way. That would be so lame.”

    Yes, lame.

    And speaking of lame, the holiday season is upon us. Not that the holiday season is lame. Unless you’re me and have little to no social life to speak of and most of your holiday festivities will consist of a red plastic cup filled with eggnog that you drink while you sit on the couch in your fleece jammies and watch reality show marathons on Bravo.

    Until you realize you don’t really even like eggnog.

    My point is that you don’t want to wear a lame outfit to all of your holiday parties. Or maybe just your one holiday party. So today is all about things you can wear to add a little sparkle to your holiday season.

    1. The little black dress

    I think I’ve actually featured this dress before.  The difference is that it is now on sale.  And it remains extremely adorable.  I wish someone with a life that goes with this dress would purchase it and tell me if it’s as cute in person as it is in this picture.

    You really can’t go wrong with a black dress and, while I don’t agree with some of the items the fashion gurus believe should be in every women’s closet, the black dress is a staple.  It can take you from a day at the office to a night on the town by just swapping out a few accessories.  It’s true.  I have a black dress I bought years ago from Banana Republic and I’ve worn it for just about any occasion you can imagine.  Funeral? Check.  Wedding?  Check.  Bar Mitzvah?  No.  But only because I haven’t been invited to a Bar Mitzvah in the last ten years.

    If you need a dressy black dress, you may want to look for something like this strapless tulle/velvet dress or this French Connection dress with sequins.

    I also adore this one-shoulder side tie dress and this matte jersey dress with a ruffle could be very versatile.

    For something a little more low-key, I love the idea of a cowl-neck sweater dress or this A-line knit shift dress because they can be dressed up or down depending on how you accessorize them.

    Or for some drama, there is always the  long black dress.  Charming Charlie’s actually has a version of this in their store right now and I think it would look so great with some gold bangles and big gold earrings.

    Lastly, for a lot of flash for a little bit of cash, this Tinley Road sequin party dress is to die for.  It makes me want to go to Las Vegas even though the only time I’ve ever been to Las Vegas was for a Beth Moore conference and this dress would probably be a little over the top for that sort of thing.

    2. The sequined tank

    The sequin tank is everywhere in every price range right now.  There is this sequin splendor tank or a cashmere jersey sequin tank or this one from Express or this tank from Forever 21 is a total bargain.

    You can also search the racks at places like TJ Maxx, Marshalls and Kohls for one.  They have taken over the world and are so versatile and perfect for holiday parties.  You can wear it with skinny jeans and boots with a pretty, drapey cardigan thrown over it.  Or with black pants paired with a cropped military-style jacket or a denim jacket or a leather jacket.   Or with a pretty shrunken cardigan.

    It would also look great with a velvet blazer worn over it or even by itself if you feel daring.  Or if you live in Australia or South Texas where it might be 85 degrees on Christmas day.

    3. The dressy top or jacket

    I’m sorry but I will dream about this gold top.  It is beyond beautiful and I feel like it’s disappointed in me because I only require velour sweatpants on the weekends.  This would be so perfect with jeans or some black pants or  basically anything because it stands alone.  Like the walrus.

    ***Edited to add that apparently the gold top is now sold out.  The brand is Aryn K.  You might want to try this top instead.

    I also like  this beaded sweater tunic or this embellished chiffon tunic.

    Or something along the lines of this bohemian lace top or great ruffled top.

    And how cute would the crushed velvet tunic be with a pair of leggings and a long-sleeve shirt layered under it?  Think of all the party food you could inhale wearing something this loose and flowy.

    4. The sequin jacket

    Ability to moonwalk and white glove sold separately.

    5. The sparkly accessories

    Pretty jewelry can transform anything.  In fact, it’s the best way to create a party outfit without spending a lot of money.  You can get a tonal flower necklace or something like this rhinestone pearl necklace and immediately make a plain top or dress look ready for Christmas cheer.

    I also love these sparkly studs and  this high shine bracelet or chunky faux gem bracelet are perfect pieces to add to an outfit to make it pop.

    Or you could always add  a scarf with a little bit of shiny.

    That’s it for today.  I feel like I need to come clean and confess that as I write this I’m wearing black yoga pants with a big bleach stain down the front and an old shirt of P’s that has “ALLIGATOR FARM” written across the front.

    I’m just trying to keep it real.

    And classy.

    Y’all have a great Friday.

  • Just a good ‘ol hormones never meanin’ no harm

    Last night we were watching an episode of Dukes of Hazzard because that show has become Caroline’s new obsession ever since P and I introduced her to it about two weeks ago. We believe it’s important to instill culture in your children at an early age. And, truly, it has brought up some interesting talking points around our household such as why Bo and Luke always take their shirts off before they fight, why Bo wears his jeans so tight, and why Daisy, Bo, and Luke all are grown-ups but still live with their Uncle Jesse.

    I don’t know the answers to any of these questions. Actually, I have my suspicions about the shirtless Duke boys and the tight jeans, but I don’t know why they all lived with Uncle Jesse. I just appreciate that Caroline is astute enough to wonder about things that never crossed my mind all those Friday nights that I wrapped myself up in my Raggedy Ann sleeping bag and watched the Dukes on a huge console T.V.

    And here’s my question. Do y’all think Daisy always had on pantyhose with her shorts? After careful observation, I’m about 94% certain she did.

    But that’s not really the point of any of this. The episode we watched last night involved a con-woman who duped Roscoe P. Coltrane into marrying her so that she and her co-conspirators could pull off a bank robbery or something. I’m not totally sure about that part because I was in the middle of turning a turkey into a hunter, which is another story entirely and I realize seems completely out of context here.

    (Are you wondering if I’m so desperate for material that I’ve stooped to recaps of antiquated hillbilly T.V. shows? I promise this is going somewhere. Although I can’t guarantee this whole blog won’t plummet to that level at some point in the next year or so.)

    Toward the end of the episode, Roscoe realizes he’s been duped by his bride and is heartbroken. And, I kid you not, I realized I had tears in my eyes. I genuinely felt sad for a fake sheriff in a fictional backwoods town.

    There is only one good reason for this. Hormonal fluctuations.

    I blame two things: my insurance company and whoever makes the generic version of Yaz birth control pills.

    This whole thing started back in June when I went to pick up my prescription and the pharmacist informed me that there was now a generic version of Yaz and, HOORAY FOR ME, that’s what my insurance company pays for. Even though they technically don’t pay for anything until I meet a $500 deductible which never happens until it’s time for a new year to begin again.

    So I took home my generic Yaz and felt like I could totally tell the difference after about three days. But I tried to mind over matter the whole thing because my pharm rep past has made me suspect that all generic drugs have the potential to be of the devil. It’s true. You can look it up on the internet if you don’t believe me.

    Because all information found on the internet is 100% accurate.

    Fast forward to about three weeks ago when I had my annual appointment with my OB/Gyn.

    (I’m certain this is the point in this post when you wish I’d just stuck to a recap of The Dukes of Hazzard.)

    He asked me how I was feeling and I rattled off a long list of complaints including feeling hot at random times, insomnia, and the occasional desire to rev the engine of my station wagon and peel out of the driveway in a fit of anger. But then I said, “You’re probably just going to tell me it’s because I’m about to be 40.”

    And he replied, “No, I think it may be your pills. I’ve had several complaints about the generic version.”

    At which point I did a few fist pumps in my mind because VINDICATION.

    So he switched me to a new pill. I just started it a few days ago. And now you really know more than I ever intended for the internet to know.

    But I forgot about the side effects, like hormone headaches and nausea and the desire to throw the remote control through the T.V. because you can’t stand to listen to one more hunter whisper loudly throughout an entire thirty-minute hunting program, that come with starting a new pill.

    I just hope they don’t last too much longer because at some point we’re going to get to the episode where Boss Hogg thinks he’s dying and gives Uncle Jesse the deed to the Duke farm.

    And that may be too much emotion for me to handle right now.

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    On a serious note, I want to say thank you to all the veterans for their brave service. I pray that none of us take our freedom for granted. It has come at a price.

    “This nation will remain the land of the free only so long as it is the home of the brave.” – Elmer Davis

  • Some stuff about some things

    1. Before I say anything else I just have to say thank you for the encouraging comments yesterday. Sometimes it’s hard to know how vulnerable to be on the world wide web and I wish we could all have a group hug.

    I can’t remember if I read this somewhere or heard it somewhere or if I just thought it up on my own (let’s pretend it’s the last one), but I think the world would be a kinder place if we kept in mind that all of us have some cracks in our hearts, even if they don’t show on the outside.

    2. Speaking of things that are broken.

    Something has gone terribly awry with our jack-o-lanterns.

    P and I have been involved in the Great Pumpkin Standoff of 2010. Neither of us wanted to be the one to go shovel those suckers off our front steps so we both pretended they weren’t there.

    But I finally caved yesterday.

    I blame the fruit flies.

    3. I would pay $50 for a box of Hot Tamales right now.

    4. Last night we were eating family dinner and P told Caroline and me about a snake he’d seen earlier in the day while he was working at the ranch. Apparently it was only about eleven inches long and looked just like a baby rattlesnake but didn’t have a rattle. And when he picked it up, it coiled up into a tight little circle and stayed that way even when P tossed it from one hand to another.

    Please take a moment to process that last sentence. WHY WOULD HE PICK IT UP? WHY?

    So I asked, “WHY DID YOU PICK IT UP? HOW DID YOU KNOW IT WOULDN’T BITE YOU? HOW DO YOU KNOW IT WASN’T A BABY RATTLESNAKE THAT WAS MISSING A RATTLE?”

    He looked at me as if I were the crazy one and replied, “I knew it wasn’t poisonous because it had a pointed tail”.

    Oh, well sure. It had a pointed tail.

    And then Caroline said, “DID YOU KNOW IF YOU DIE IN THE JUNGLE THAT ARMY ANTS WILL EAT YOUR ENTIRE BODY?”

    I am a stranger in my own home.

    5. I downloaded Dave Barnes’ new Christmas album, Very Merry Christmas, yesterday and it is delightful. And it’s only $6.99 on iTunes right now.

    That’s a lot of Christmas for not very much money.

    6. The door guy still hasn’t shown up to replace the window in the new front door. And yesterday P asked me if I paid him in full. Which, YES, I did.

    And so now I’m worried that I might be stuck with a piece of plywood in my new door until I actually call a glass company. I think we all know that may never happen.

    7. Does anyone have any suggestions on where to order some cute and unique Christmas cards? I know about Shutterfly and all those places, but I was hoping for something a little different.

    8. Swanson broth is giving away a $500 gift card right now. Click on over to my giveaway page to find out how to enter. It couldn’t be easier.

    9. I’m adding this one late, but I just read this post by Jon Acuff this morning and adore it.

  • The where against the why

    Okay. Here I go. This is a lot for me to get out in the aftermath of a post about my sheer giddiness over the Aggies victory against Oklahoma.

    The last few months have been filled with a few things that have made me feel left out. Nothing huge or earth-shattering by any stretch of the imagination, but enough to make me feel a little bit like I’m in fourth grade again and the last one picked for the kickball team. Even though this is different because it has been YEARS since I’ve kicked a big, red rubber ball straight back to the pitcher making myself what is known as an easy out.

    (Which only actually happened TWICE, by the way. But, gah, fourth graders are an unforgiving bunch where kickball is concerned.)

    And, honestly, I’d like to pretend like I am way too secure and confident to ever feel left out. I’d like to say that I’m a bigger person than that. But apparently I’m not.

    Gulley and I have this theory that sometimes the hardest thing about being the bigger person in a situation is that no one ever tells you you’re being the bigger person. Which is why we now always make a point to tell each other when we think the other one is being a bigger person. We’ve had several conversations that end with one of us saying, “WELL, let me assure you that YOU are the bigger person”.

    Which really has nothing to do with any of this but should rather be viewed as just a side note providing full access into our brand of lunacy.

    Anyway, the thing about feeling left out is it turns into some sort of quicksand of self-doubt. What’s wrong with me? Am I not a likable person? Is it because I’m socially awkward? Am I not good enough? Is it because I admit to watching every season of The Bachelor? Do people think I’m shallow?

    Then I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror and lose my train of thought because I notice a new gray hair which leads to a full evaluation regarding the state of my eyebrows until I realize it’s time for a new episode of the Real Housewives of Atlanta.

    No way anyone thinks I’m shallow.

    So, basically, I’ve been struggling with all these feelings of being inadequate and questioning why things happen the way they do and wondering why I’m not good enough for this or that.

    Friday night I got in bed and couldn’t sleep. Mainly because I forgot to take a Benadryl. I tossed and turned and eventually just decided to get still and hope that sleep would win out at some point. But my mind started racing with all these things that I’ve perceived as slights and I began to get all worked up. All my doubts and fears came flying to the surface until I felt like I wanted to cry.

    And at that moment I felt God speak to my heart and say, “You need to quit asking ‘Why?’ and start asking me ‘Where?'”

    I knew immediately it was God because I wouldn’t have come up with anything that profound. And I certainly wouldn’t have come up with something that succinct.

    I’ve been in a cycle of asking “Why not me?” or “Why me?” or “Why is this so hard?” and it’s time for me to ask “Where would you have me go? Where would you have me serve? Where are you leading me?”

    Don’t get me wrong. I think there is a time to ask why. I have friends that are facing hard circumstances that are the kinds of things that can only leave them to question why. And I think God understands that, even if we don’t always find out the answer.

    But my “Why?” had become a question that had me spiraling down into a pit of self-pity. Which is hard to admit because I’d like to think I’m better than that.

    See? I want to be the bigger person.

    However, asking “Where?” changes things. It takes the focus off me and what I perceive to be my failures and shortcomings and puts the focus where it belongs. On God. The One who has plans and purposes for me in spite of all my failures and fears. He knows what they are because He made me this way. And when I look to see where He’s leading, I’m too busy to spend a lot of useless time asking why.

    Because the why doesn’t really matter as much as the where.

    The where is the question that asks, “What am I supposed to be doing?” instead of the why that seems to say, “What am I doing wrong?” I hope that makes sense because it made total sense to me around 2:30 a.m. on Saturday morning. And it still made sense the next day. And it makes sense now even though I feel like I’m not conveying it very well.

    I wish I could tie this all up and say I know exactly where I’m headed and what God has in store for me. I don’t. I don’t know any of that right now.

    But I do know that I’m asking the right question for the first time in a long time. It’s not about me. It’s about Him.

    “Not that I have already obtained all this, or have already been made perfect, but I press on to take hold of that for which Christ Jesus took hold of me. Brothers, I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it. But one thing I do; Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead.” Phillipians 3:12-13

  • Football is good

    Saturday afternoon was the last game of the season for the Cheetah Girls. I really hoped for a win because they’ve had such a great season and I wanted them to go out on a high note. And, sure enough, they ended up winning the game 6-4. I realize there isn’t an actual goalie or scoreboard but let’s not pretend that we don’t all know who wins and who loses.

    I mean, they’re seven years old now. They get it. Personally I believe that not everyone is a winner and sometimes you’re the loser and being the loser isn’t necessarily a bad thing if it makes you want to try harder to be a winner.

    And thus concludes the Monday morning soapbox portion of this post.

    I think Hazel just showed up for a minute.

    I’m also so glad that I went to the trouble of bringing my camera along so I could get this stellar unidentifiable shot of P and Caroline doing some pre-game stretches.

    I am in desperate need of a new camera. Canon, can you hear me?

    So the Cheetah Girls triumphed over the Neon Cobras (Not to be confused with the regular Cobras we played earlier in the season. These cobras were NEON and everyone knows the neon snakes are the toughest reptiles around.) and we went to one of the player’s homes for a little end of the season celebration. P handed out trophies, we celebrated our win and I thought to myself “Well, this has been a great day for sports.”

    AND THEN THIS HAPPENED.

    There is so much right about that scoreboard that it’s hard to keep track.

    And this is where you may want to go read something else if you don’t care about football.

    In the days leading up to the Aggies game against #8 OU, I wasn’t feeling that great about it. In fact, I felt like it might be ugly. But then, about an hour before game time, the spirit of football optimism washed over me and I even boldly twittered (tweeted?) that I thought we could win the game.

    Then P, Caroline and I sat down with our bowls of leftover homemade tortilla soup and began to watch. And here’s what you need to know, I am the biggest football fan in our home. P would have just as soon been sitting in a deer blind. In fact, I still can’t believe he wasn’t in a deer blind. This weekend was the first full weekend in November that we’ve spent together since we met. It was like the Haley’s Comet of our relationship, we won’t see it again in our lifetime.

    The first half of the game was so glorious. I cheered, I screamed, I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. And I vowed that I wouldn’t forget my happiness even if it all fell apart in the second half. Until it looked like it was falling apart in the third quarter and there was some wailing and gnashing of teeth. And maybe a throwing of a couch cushion.

    But then we came back and our defense was unbelievable. And we won. WE WON.

    I realize that at least 85% of you could probably care less about any of this.

    Gulley and I texted back and forth the entire game in shock and awe with things like “VON MILLER!!!” and “WRECKING CREW!!!” and “I AM SO STRESSED!!!” Then Sophie sent me a text about thirty minutes after the game to congratulate me on the Aggies win because if there is anyone who understands my football obsession, it’s Sophie. And I was so hyped up on adrenaline and victory that I immediately texted her back with this:

    “I KNOW!!!! IT’S HUGE!!!! WE HELD THEM THREE DIFFERENT TIMES AT THE GOAL LINE!!! BETWEEN THIS GAME AND THE LONGHORNS LOSING AGAIN AND FIFTY HIGH SCHOOL RECRUITS IN ATTENDANCE AT KYLE FIELD TONIGHT, THIS COULD BE SO BIG FOR OUR FUTURE!!!! I AM SO WOUND UP THAT I MAY NOT SLEEP TONIGHT!!!”

    I’m so glad I told her I was wound up because, otherwise, it might have been hard for her to figure it out, what with all the caps-lock and excessive punctuation.

    And then, just like I called the outcome of the game on Twitter, I was totally right about my prediction that I wouldn’t sleep. I tossed and turned all night because I couldn’t wind myself down.

    So much for the extra hour of sleep.

    But I’ll just go ahead and say that it was totally worth it.

    Gig’em Aggies. Beat the hell outta Baylor.

    I promise I’ll be back tomorrow and will talk about something other than football.