Super Duper Sports Weekend

Ah, the beloved Thanksgiving weekend. What could be better than stuffing oneself with turkey and all the fixins and then laying across the sofa with your legs sprawled across other family members while you enjoy college football. Nothing, I say!

During one of the games, TX Tech and Baylor, I was a bit curious about "why the bell ringing?" Anyway, hubby told me it was some sort of honor to toll the bell at the game, and he then prompted me to YOUTUBE.

"Right of Passage" I'll say!!!! HA, HA!

I Fell Asleep!

Twilight. Who could resist the romantic thriller of the year? Edward and Bella, sigh. After spending countless late nights reading in bed, on the potty, at 4:15 am when Nate awakes, I practically ate the pages with my eyes, yes, all four billion pages of Stephanie Meyer books completed before the debut of the film. Alas, an e-ticket, a group of friends, a crowd of squealing teens and not so teens. The mouth watering potato skins, the frosty beverage, the credits, the beautiful northwestern landscape, and of course the scrumptious Cullen clan. Oh the excitement...SNORE. I fell asleep! Who wants to go see Twilight with me?

THAT Time

Well, I haven't been sleeping well. Partially due to my vampire son and partially due to ?? I woke up the other night drenched in sweat, enough where I had to get up and change my PJs. I was thinking to myself, could I be pregnant again? NOOOOOOO! I know it's not possible, well, at least 99% impossible.
So, I shook it off. Flash to parent-teacher conference with a creepy PDA couple. Mid-sentence as I explained how their child really didn't like to put forth any effort in class, I suddenly felt as though I would spontaneously combust- fire and brimstones- my final fate. God striking me down for all my impure thoughts! Could Creepy Couple see my cheeks flush crimson? Where flames coming out my ears? What the...?
Since I have always been the closet hypochondriac and have diagnosed a good 10% of my common ailments, I have come to the conclusion that I am periomenopausal (is that a word?). I have to say that I'm not particularly unhappy about the absence of "monthly happiness," but does this mean I'll be a chronic b_ _ _ _ _. I'm only 38! Hang on, peeps, I'll be sure to medicate so that you may tolerate me at least another 38 years.