I have several things to comment on. No surprise there, I'm sure.
First up, I saw on the news a few mornings ago that a guy invented what he is calling the "sarc mark." This is a little symbol you can put in emails, on facebook, etc., denoting when you have used sarcasm. Really? Is it really THAT big of a struggle to discern when someone is being sarcastic? Maybe I'm just gifted in the fine art of sarcasm, but I think that for $1.99 you'll be getting ripped off. (It costs $1.99 to download the "sarc mark" to your computer). And, also, my posts would be practically unreadable if I had to use the "sarc mark" every time I was being sarcastic. Not that I'm sarcastic much...(insert sarc mark.)
Second, I get to watch approximately zero t.v. in the evenings these days. Which is fine, because I don't really feel like I'm missing out on anything fabulous. I mean, who cares when "So You Think You Can Dance" is not on. But, last week Facebook lit up like a candle with everybody saying something about Pants on the Ground. Wha?! I had no idea what it was all about, so, naturally, I googled it. And I must say, I'm a big fan. I hope teachers every where are walking up behind students with saggy pants and singing this song!
Third, Big Dan, the kids and I made a mad dash for Knoxville on Saturday so we could go to the game (UT basketball game that is). My sister, Kristin, kept the kids. I bow to her and kiss her feet. We had such a great time being together. Last year was the first UT basketball game I had ever been to and it was one to remember! I saw some great sights again this year, including a man wearing a hat with a Power T on it that blinked. Off and on. Like electric lights. Spectacular. Not to be outdone was the 50+ woman behind me wearing orange leather pants. She also had a sporty pair of orange leather gloves.
It was just what the Big Orange doctor ordered. Vol fever has been running a little low around here lately. You know, with all the criminal activity from the athletes and being Hollywooded by He Who Shall Not Be Named (never trust a man from L.A. -just sayin') I really needed to get some spirit. The game was great-we won in overtime by 2! And they introduced the new football coach at the game. Can I just say I wanted to scoop up his little kids and squeeze them??
Big Dan laughs at me when I say things like "Well, he seems like a nice guy", because apparently being a nice guy does not always make you a good coach. Go figure. But, I've decided I like Derek Dooley and here's why: 1) In his press conference he said the word "britches", specifically the phrase, "dust off your britches". What's not to love about a man who says "britches"?? 2) While everyone wants to talk about his legend-of-a-coach Dad, Coach Dooley made a point to mention his mom and what an influence she had on him. I mean, come on. Pure gold, I tell you.
Last, but definitely not least is the weather. The glorious 50+ temps we've been having. AND, yesterday, it stayed light until almost 5:30!!!! Do you know what this means??? The deepest, darkest days of winter have passed, and I didn't even notice! Spring is coming. I can smell it!