Trash talkin' not spoken here

Unless you're living under a rock, you know that today is the day of Superbowl 44 (please don't ask me to put it in Roman numerals). And unless you're a Patriots fan just trying to forget that the sport of football even exists, you're probably aware that the Indianapolis Colts will take on the New Orleans Saints at 6:30pm EST tonight.

Living in Indianapolis, we are definitely Colts fans. I'm not sure I'd call us die-hard -- we don't have season tickets, we don't tailgate before the games and we don't have horseshoes shaved into our sons' heads.

But on game days the whole family gets out the Colts jerseys, sweatshirts, and in my case, bedazzled horseshoe shirt. The "good" TV is reserved for game watching and I stay up late to watch the replays and the analysis on Sports Locker.

So here we are, less than 6 hours from kick-off and yet I can't seem to bring myself to do much trash talking (unlike the kids on a local radio station's "Toddlers Talking Trash" segment, which was pretty funny). The best I've been able to muster is this graphic that I put on my Facebook page:

Don't get me wrong. I WANT the Colts to win. I KNOW the Colts can win. I HOPE they will win. But I don't have a deep-seated loathing of the Saints that I do, say, of the Patriots. Trust me, if the Patsies and their pretty boy Tom Brady were playing, I'd have plenty to say.

But it's the Saints. They hail from a very cool city. They don't have anyone on the team who is (at least to my knowledge) arrogant or sporting a God complex. They aren't cheaters. They have a quarterback who cut his football teeth in college on Indiana soil.

So, I don't have a lot to say about the Colts opponents tonight. Sure, I did say in response to someone who wondered which team Archie Manning, former Saints player and father of Colts QB Peyton Manning, would be rooting for: Blood is thicker than gumbo.

But that and my little Facebook graphic is about all I've got. Go Colts!

Friday Fragments: The Sleepless Edition

I wish I were sleepblogging right now, unaware that I'm posting my Friday Fragments at 3am because that would mean that I would actually be asleep. But alas, for the second night in a row, I'm awake at 3am. No chicken tonight, though. Just joining Mrs. 4s for her weekly Friday Fragments.

So without further delay, I give you Friday Fragments: The Sleepless Edition



Last week, Charlie failed his hearing screening at school. It's not the first time. He's got a funky double barrel ear canal, which sometimes makes hearing tricky. So I trotted him off to the ENT. When they attempted to do a more specialized hearing test, they couldn't because he had wax in the canal. Well, duh, don't we all? Oh no...not like this. I think the doc must have pulled 3 or 4 mini-M&M size chunks of wax from just one ear. It was disgusting and fascinating all at once. After he got both ears cleaned out, his hearing was much better. Now he has no excuse for not emptying the dishwasher when I tell him to.



Last week when B invited us to talk about our favorite date nights, I couldn't remember the last time Mike and I actually went out on a date. But last night, we went to a Butler basketball game -- with free tickets, which is the only way we're doing anything in this post-downsizing era of our lives. We had lots of fun, especially when I thought we were sitting next to Jared the Subway guy (false alarm) and despite the fact that our kids got locked out of the house while we were gone (thanks Kate for taking them in!).



For Catholic Schools Week this week, the kids got to go roller skating. They all had a great time, especially Robbie. One of his teachers stopped me in the hall today to tell me that SHE had a great time watching Robbie because he was SO excited -- "Look at me! I can go FAST!" Given all our struggles with Robbie and his finding his way at school, having her tell me that was a real gift. Thanks Mrs. F!



My honey-do list became a Jose-do list this week. Thanks to Vera for passing on Jose's name. He painted Annie and Robbie's rooms this week and hung the door to my pantry. Next up on the list, the garbage disposal, the screen porch, flooring in the bedrooms. Just as soon as we're double income again!



Robbie and Annie's birthdays are next week (hence the new paint in the bedrooms -- a bday gift from their great-grandmother). It's Annie's golden birthday -- 13 on the 13th, so she'll be having a sleepover. For Robbie's 7th, we're planning an at-home Lego party. A boy party in my house. Totally goes against my "no boy parties at home" rule, but I'll try anything once!



We're supposedly expecting a big snowstorm this weekend. I'm trying not to get my hopes up. But I'm totally going to the grocery store, just in case.



The Superbowl is this Sunday. I don't understand this whole "Who Dat" phenomenon. The Colts may not have a catchy phrase in the stands, but we have the goods on the field. Hope all those Saints fans are ready to drown their sorrows in Hurricanes and gumbo when the Colts are finished with them.



And those, my friends, are the sleepless frags for this week. Same place, hopefully different time, next week.