Because Well, It's Tradition Now

The last two years, I've blogged about the Boise State - University of Hawaii football game. Two years ago, because we lived across the street from the Aloha Stadium and reveled in their win. One year ago, because we had moved to Boise and reveled in burning the BSU shirt I had to buy for work.

But this year was horrifying. My BSU fan friends are so embarassed for me that they're not even making fun of me. Where's the love?

I don't blame you though, with a loss that drastic if I hadn't have thrown away my UH shirt after last week's loss to Idaho, I would've roasted some marshmellows over it myself...

*Insert casual joke about why I obviously can't burn my UH sweatshirt because I'll need all the sweatshirts I can get this winter.

Melted Gummy Vitamins

I thought that this would be an easy blog contest, but apparently this phenomenon only happens to me. In fact, the only three times in my life that I've bought these things, they've melted. But seriously, two people guessed that it was ballistic material you shoot into people's bodies? WHAT KIND OF PEOPLE AM I FRIENDS WITH??? Oh, that's right...democrats, funeral directors and dominatrices.

Better luck next time!

You're All Wrong

You get one more chance to get it right. Should I up the prize? How about I'll take you out to dinner. And yes, I'm only offering that because apparently no one knows what the heck this thing is.

Blog Contest

If you can tell me what this is, I'll take you out for ice cream. I may even drive all the way to you (depending on how much I like you) because there is no Coldstone in my new town. Probably because the temperatures have already seen the single digits and it's only October.

P.S. I promise to stop whining about the weather.

P.P. S In July.

Dam Dam Dam

1. It's not swearing if it's spelled wrong.

2. Even if it was swearing, it's ok because it's swearing about the snow.

The Inevitable is Looming Over Us

Do you see that? Yeah, it's snow.

And Thus it Begins...

Austin is officially two.

And all because I wouldn't let him shoplift the chapstick from Wal Mart.

On a more positive note, his pediatrician has demanded that he gain weight. (Which is surprising because his first and last words of every day is "EAT!") His above 90th percentile in height just does not coincide well with his below 40th percentile in weight. So he gets to stay on whole milk for the year, and I've been ordered to slather butter, peanut butter, cheese and bacon on everything he eats. He doesn't know how lucky he is.