I'd start keeping a bunch of those plastic mini-footballs in your bag and everytime it happens, throw one and bean the offender in the head. When he looks at the football, it has written on it, "Thrown like a girl. Bitch."

I want to marry this idea, I love it so!

I feel kinda shitty getting peeved when people are congratulating him on the Saints' win, because he does love them as well. I just kinda feel like I endured the pain of being a Saints' fan for all those years, but he's the guy so he obvi cares more about it than I do.

Why then, when the team I have followed for over 3 decades finally wins the national championship for the first time in franchise history does everyone rush to congratulate...my husband. I don't even want to get started on the guys arguing with me about the Cowboys/Saints who told my husband to "teach your wife about football."

Yeesh. That would drive me batshit. I feel like there's less of that in Chicago/Milwaukee maybe, than in Texas. Outside of the cities I don't know.

I did have to get my bitch on and have a talk with my sister and her boyfriend about the whole "ViQueens" thing that took over this year with all the Favre shit. I got them to stop saying it, at least. And my dad.

I had to remind a friend that saying "The Cowboys will finish what Katrina started" was not acceptable smack talk. Actual people died/lost loved ones/lost homes/lost their communities. It's off limits.

I love the sport, but some of the fans, man.

Connie, good deal on the treadmill test. From what I hear, the chemical stress test is a bitch and a half. (My dad's only comment after the treadmill test, when I ask how it went, is always, "I didn't fall off, so I'm happy!")

Step, you can take the curtain off, pop in in the washer with a towel (I use my hair-dyein' towel) and a little bleach and some detergent on Delicate/Warm. It really works.

It's a massive curtain that goes all the way around a pedestal tub's shower enclosure, and taking it off/putting it on is actually more trouble than just attacking the mutant mildew with a scrubbie. I need a shower anyway, after the gym.

After that respiratory infection over Christmas, when I couldn't go to the gym for almost a month, after I finally got back to working out, I've been gradually increasing my 1 mile walk time. Previously, I'd only just done my 30 minutes and called it good. But I started to get all obsessive about how quickly I could walk 1 mile. It started out at just under 17 minutes, and today I hit 15 minutes. VICTORY! My next goal is to maintain that pace for 2 miles.

So now I'm filthy and might as well scrub the Curtain of Evil before getting a shower.

I've been skimming -- are you transitioning meds? I remember doing the game when just trying to recalibrate my dosage on my citalopram; it was not fun.

I went cold turkey off Wellbutrin and am doing a fast taper off celexa, and start Cymbalta next week, all of which is at the recommendation of my doctor. The taper is SUCKING on the emotional whipsaw front, but the phsyical effects aren't (knock on wood) too bad. Still, it can be done any time now. ANY TIME.

I had to remind a friend that saying "The Cowboys will finish what Katrina started" was not acceptable smack talk. Actual people died/lost loved ones/lost homes/lost their communities.

I must quote Sady Doyle here! Sez Sady-

I have a few questions. They are:

1. WHAT THE FUCK IS THE MATTER WITH YOU.

2. SERIOUSLY.

3. WHAT THE FUCK.

All I can figure is that for some people, that happened on the tv to some people they don't know and probably never will, so they forget the actual suffering, and think that back in 2005, they saw a movie called "The Flood."

Huh. There are actually some people who don't think the Charger ad was creepy and sexist.

Wait, isn't thallium the stuff that the Russians put on the end of an umbrella to assassinate somebody?

Well, considering they pumped a bunch into my veins, I think not. I'm kind of disappointed that my pee doesn't glow. I'm tempted to find some Homeland Security scanners and see if I can set anything off.

Good luck with your bones & boobs, Connie.

My bones and boobs thank you.

There are actually some people who don't think the Charger ad was creepy and sexist.

I am glad I don't know these people. Or at least I hope I don't.

And, on the sexist football congratulators, I have at least as many female friend football fans as male.

I have to say, I also get irritated with one of my best girlfriends because she expects me to want to talk to her while the guys watch the game. A PENIS IS NOT REQUIRED IN ORDER TO ENJOY FOOTBALL! Jeez!