Some little thoughts and observations:

How do you know it’s forty-five degrees in Pittsburgh? Every other person you see is wearing shorts while shoveling his/her snow.

How do you know the Steelers are in the Superbowl on a given Super Sunday? Every store in the Pittsburgh metro area is cleared out by 2:30pm and every store has a sign on the door saying they’ll be closed at exactly 5:59pm. They don’t even threaten people to get the hell out of the stores like that on Christmas.

I feel bad that the Steelers have to play the Cardinals today. I can’t think of another team that the Cardinals could play today that I wouldn’t root against–any of the others I’d be happy to see lose to the Big Red Birds.

But, here I am, looking at the Cardinal team roster–Wisenhunt–coaching, Grim–coaching, Breaston (Woodland Hills HS–cheesy to know that, but hey it’s Western PA) and Fitzgerald receiving (I mean seriously, anyone eductated at all in University of Pittsburgh football history knows the tremendous joy Larry Fitz brought the town every weekend–he is an artist) Gerald Hayes (ditto on the Pitt reference–nothing like a good defense), Brian St. Pierre…and I can’t help wanting the Steelers to play some other team.

What great stories for all of those Cardinals and yet I have to wish they lose and during the game, I won’t feel a bit of remorse in their bad fortune. Yeah, okay, that’s not totally true…if those commentators start in on all their goopy heart-wrenching details of every last one of their lives I may feel a twinge of "ahhh, boy that’s nice…" but my empathetic mood won’t last long–I’m ready for it.

My sister lives in AZ and hosts a superbowl party every year…well, let’s just say she’s nice. Nicer than me.

Pittsburghers are weird. Nine people (and their weird families) told me they are watching the game with their immediate families and no one else.  I’m right there with them. Bill and I love to watch the game at home, no party, no excess anything (oh, all right, maybe some extra Pringles)…BUT this year he had to take a flight to CA for work so I’m with the kids and that’s a little too alone to watch the SuperBowl–no offense to the kids, but…so…we’re going to a SB party at one of my son’s classmate’s house. I decided at the last minute I have to spend at least a little bit of time with some nutty people other than myself. Seventy-five people at least the mom says.   A little out of my league, but we’ll go for an hour. I’ll keep you posted.

Go Steelers in ‘at.!

Well in my dreams anyway.

Last night I dreamed I was shot in the neck and to this moment I can still feel the way the black, clotted, warm blood felt just above my left shoulder.  

How gross is that? Very, I know.

I googled the words "dreamed I got shot neck died" and surprisingly, those exact words are reported by others–that exact dream.  I realized people dreamed of dying or being shot all the time, but it was a bit freaky to find the exact wording…oh well, at least the interpretation of the dream is a positve one!!!

Yes, it means I need to get rid of something, that there is a change in life coming or that I need to create a change…well, that fits exactly with what I’m doing right now–figuring out how to make things work in my career–how to fit all the moving parts in. 

Still, I can’t help but cringe when I let the image of the dream return with the sensation that accompany it…very weird.

Do you ever have strange dreams?

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Oh man, youth basketball is not for the weak.
Well, it depends what team your kid is on–some teams are nothing but a disconnected web of fundamental weaknesses. But, hey, we’re talking first and second grade, here…everyone is weak at that point, right?

No, some teams run like they’ve been regularly tutored by Michael Jordan.
Either way it’s fun and funny, though some games have that creepy feeling of parental disgruntlement (mine as well as very vocal others) that can only surface in the gyms and in games of kids who are too young to care as much as their parents.

This league (his level) that Jake is in is for first and second graders. It’s run by our school district, let’s call it Riverview, but the district across the river, let’s call them Fox Chapel, sends a slew of kids over the bridge to play. That’s fine in theory. But, that’s also where it’s getting a little hairy. In practice, that is. Fox Chapel is perpetually at the top of the state in just about every academic and extra-curricular area known to man. It’s enormous and competition is the name of the game over there.

There’s a huge chasm between what the Riverview parents want to see happen in these games–duh, teaching–and what the Fox Chapel parents (not all, but a good bunch are vocal about this) want to see happen–a good ass-whoopin’.

In theory, this disconnect in expectations shouldn’t be a big deal. It wouldn’t be if the Fox Chapel kids were actually interspersed throughout the league. But, when the "draft" went on, all the Fox Chapel teams picked each other and let me tell you, some of their teams create a scenario akin to your pick-up team accidently being slated to play Duke.

For adults that’s okay. For older kids, that’s fine–there’s no question learning to lose is as important as learning to win. It’s life, the biggest lessons live in losing and all the rest, but first graders who’ve never played the game before should have the chance to actually learn to play along the way.

Conversation:
Riverview Coach to Fox Chapel Coach, "Hey, we’ve stopped keeping score–how about each team just keeps it and you guys will still have won, but some of the kids are getting a little…"

Fox Chapel Coach "What are we playing for if not to keep score and win?"

Yeah, well, easily said when you’ve hand-picked one of three teams that could play with sixteen year olds.

First, in principle, I agree with Fox Chapel Coach as I know the Riverview Coach does, too. I’m competitive. I like to win and losing makes me work harder. I’ve learned that.

However, Fox Chapel coach is infuriating because his team is full of second graders who actually run plays, can make three-pointers and tackle anyone in their way. In my opinion, a little generosity is in order here.

In fourth grade? Tough luck for Riverview. But, when it’s a team’s fourth game of the season–of their lives–and they’re six and seven, well, I think an opportunity to actually learn the game is called for even if it means slowing the onslaught of jumpers from the more talented team.

The biggest joke in my opinion is that the guy acts as though his team is actually giving something up–like by stopping the game to show a kid on Riverview where he went wrong, thus losing a score–thus, not needing to show a score, that the Fox Chapel kids might confuse that with them not being better. The Fox Chapel parents were ticked off–how dare they not display the score??? were the exact words of the woman sitting beside me?

I wouldn’t be nearly as "pro-not scoring" if the teams were even somewhat equally matched–Remember, it’s not that Riverview is playing Fox Chapel on purpose–these kids are in the same organization–the fact that most of the Fox Chapel kids are horded on three teams instead of dispersed among all the teams means there are two different philosophies at play–two different goals and it ticks me off. And yes, it ticks me off that it ticks me off at all!

It’s awesome those kids are as good as they are, but if you’re playing in the Riverview league, then follow the Riverview philosophy–teach someone some life lessons–other than winning for cripes sake.

Parental Venting–OVER!!!

This cow commercial is like nails on a chalkboard to me.

Man, I don’t know if it’s the voice or just the concept of it or what, but everytime this comes on the tv I cringe and turn away. Sort of like my friend in college who couldn’t stomach hearing the word "nipple."

What skeeves you out?

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Seriously, January in a place where it barely gets out of the thirties isn’t so bad. The benefits are huge:
1. the kids FINALLY get “back” into the swing of going to sleep early and easily…yes, for my kids it takes four months to recover from staying up late in the summer. So, I have about six weeks before it all goes to hell.

2. even if I’m too tired to produce something creative or useful each night, I can take the opportunity to read and live inside someone else’s art for a while…

3. I appreciate more than words can say, not having to show up places constantly because everyone thinks they need to have a picnic every other day. I love that even the extroverts hole up in January around here.

4. I have a chance to throw useless stuff out or give it away because I’m actually looking at it…

How do you like January?

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Or things, as today’s game shows.
What on earth do you see here?
You must go into the head of a Lego Star Wars obsessed boy’s head and imagine what these creatures are.
Ah, I gave you a hint…

Happy Administration Switch Day!

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It doesn’t matter that it’s -7 degrees without wind chill,
that he’s stuck in the house most of the day,
that his furry coat will only go so far in keeping him warm,
that he has no boots.

The guy’s just happy to be alive.

I’ll take a note.

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This is Bob, the new addition to the family, the third child and sweet boy!

Jake named him Bob and Beth chose his middle name–Golden.

So, Bob Golden Shoop is making himself comfy at the old homestead.

He’s a typical puppy–tons of work, but cute and trouble.

So, everyone say it at once…awwwww.

Or ewww. I know, not everyone loves dogs. Some people hate them.

Our neighborhood has a lot of haters and dog owners who are afraid to let them play with others.

Very strange.

Worst Bob situation so far?

Uhhh, can’t think of it now, but if you ask my husband, I think he’s got a notorized list available.

He is a repeat offender with the garbage…but then again, when stuff like that happens, it’s the owner’s fault, right?

Right.

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This avenue lives in the town where I’ve set my latest novel.  What a great name for a street. If you lived there, things would seem ever-optimistic, wouldn’t they? Well you’ll have to read the book to find out!!!

But until then you can just revel in the following tidbits that (if you find pleasure in them) make life a little better:

* Figuring out your career path, choosing the one that fits your dreams but is actually grounded in some sort of sanity!
* Law and Order SVU and regular Law and Order are both on and new!!!
* Friday Night Lights is back on network TV!!! Don’t miss it this time…
* The Steelers are in the playoffs
* Frigid weather makes for cozy nights of writing and reading–God knew what he was doing when he revealed wintertime.
* Good friends–who could live without them?

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Well, if finishing means you won, then I did! Fifty-thousand two-hundred thirty-seven words and I’m done.

Well, the first draft is, anyway. Now I have something to work with so I’m off to make the book actually be readable.

Hope you all had great Thanksgivings!