I'm reading an article about a 12-year-old girl who's a star basketball player (she's 6'1" and playing on elite high school teams), and just about every description of her games in here includes the phrase "her ponytail bouncing" or something similar. I've noticed the same thing in articles about gymnastics and skating, and sometimes softball. Why do sportswriters have this obsession with ponytails?

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I rushed home to take the kitten to the vet....only to get a call cancelling it because the vet is in surgery. Rescheduled to Monday.

Sigh.

Starting off the weekend with dinner with my in-laws who are back in town after spending the summer in the NC mountains.

Tomorrow with any luck, writing will occur.

There is also college football.

Sunday there is pro football.

I love fall.

Why do sportswriters have this obsession with ponytails?

I don't know, but of all the self-portraits I posted on Flickr, the runaway favorite is one with my face occluded, showing off my lush gray ponytail. ????

Sunday there is pro football.

Whoo! Poor Perkins was trying to make plans this Sunday, and I was all, "Um.... football?" I will actually get up voluntarily at 9 a.m. on Sunday to watch the Pack. It's a sickness.

I have to move out of my bedroom this weekend so it can be painted. Which is kind of a good thing, since I really need to do something about my hellacious mound of stuff-on-the-floor anyway. And, of course, it would be fantastic if I could get myself actually all prepared for next week, but it just never seems to happen. I really need someone to keep me on schedule, or at least to remind me that yes, it is entirely possible for "Well, I have ALL DAY to do it, I'll just play another game of Farm Frenzy" to turn into "Oh hey, it's dark out. Oops." There's no magic "Ah, I'm done with goofing off" switch that will just occur at some point.

Anyway. Right now, I'm sushi-bound, then some down-home football! Except I need to share this with you. At today's pep rally I saw our mascot (who I swear I've never seen before -- I think this is new), which looks a whole lot more like a wolf than a cat, and which was wearing today's theme clothing -- camo. So there was a 6'6" snarling wolf wearing hunting clothing. Seriously? This thing scares the shit out of me. Plus, seeing my fellow teachers clad head-to-toe in hunting camouflage just makes me hear dueling banjos. I know, I'm a Yankee city elitist. But I'm having trouble shaking it.

Whoo! Poor Perkins was trying to make plans this Sunday, and I was all, "Um.... football?" I will actually get up voluntarily at 9 a.m. on Sunday to watch the Pack. It's a sickness.

Tell me. I love both college (SEC) and Pro. I never get to sleep in weekends anymore.

I've resigned myself to a bad Bears season, but their trouncing of the Colts last week has led to what is most likely a mistaken flicker of hope for their non-suckage this year.

Tonight I am hoping to get one pile of clothes hung up and the sheets changed.

Sat - me more clothes hanging while mac watches cartoons, then karate for mac and knitting for me, then back home - maybe a game of pokemon.

Sun - church, then I'm heading home while mac spends time with his uncle - I think I will cook a little, maybe watch some Dexter, maybe iron clothes for the coming week.