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I am ready for some football!

Today we're talking a little football. I just learned that Michael "The Burner" Turner, NIU grad, went free agent and left San Diego for Atlanta. I am a Packer's fan and a Northern Illinois Huskies' fan. Last year I rooted for SD just because of Michael Turner. I told Midnight I don't think I can cheer for Atlanta, though. If only he'd gone to Green Bay... Oooh, that would be sweet!

I have been informed, however, that choosing Atlanta is a testament to Turner's commitment to the game. Post Vick, new coach, new 1st round draft QB, and no Algee Crumpler and DeAngelo Hall. Okay, I am appeased. Still would like him on MY team.

When You Care Enough to Hit Send

Shout out to someecards.com. We are amused.

The Ice Queen is not liking the "Burrito Lady" radio commercial, nor is she amused by "I can ride my bike with no handlebars." Well you can, can you? Good for you. Go see how that works on Lake Shore Drive and stop singing it at me, dammit.

Now let's talk about Terms of Endearment. Not the Meryl Streep movie, those words you say in place of first names. I am wont to use one now and again with people with whom I am very close. Usually a "honey" or "sweetie" in a very slightly Southern-ish fashion that I sometimes adopt. Occasionally a "babe". I'm wondering how many people use ToE's today and which ones. (I'm not counting "bitch" and "ho".)

Mr. Triathlete called me "honeybunny," and while I'm 100% sure he was sarcastic, I don't know what his point was. (Thus is the nature of texting.) I instantly thought of Pulp Fiction - Amanda Plummer freaking out on top of the table while Samuel L. Jackson pointed a gun at her boyfriend. "Honeybunny" will not be happening - but props for creativity.

Iron Man

I saw it Friday night. Enjoyed it. I like Robert Downey, Jr.'s acting. I maintain that there was no chemistry between him and Gwenyth Paltrow and the almost kissing scene (which looked pretty embarrassing, I have to say) was unbuyable. I have been informed that there isn't supposed to be chemistry between Tony Stark and Pepper Potts (btw, what brainiac came up with that name?), because they can never be together since he's an irresponsible playboy, and she's the glue holding his world together. Which also wasn't quite so obvious to me - the glue part, that is. He seemed capable to me. He was never going to have his one night stand's suit dry cleaned, but he could have. That's apparently just Pepper's job. Man, how I would hate her job.

The other Iron Man, you know, the triathalon? I know someone who did one. (Edit 5-6: Okay, it was "just" a triathalon, not the Iron Man. And I'm not freaked out so much today. Still worried if I go biking with dude, I'm going to fall over after 6 blocks and skin my knee.) It's freaking me out! If there was an Iron Man for couch sitting, chips and salsa eating and napping, I could qualify. I'm hanging out with a triathalete, and I thought I was going to pass out running a block and a half for my bus one day last week. Crap. I'm gonna have to exercise.

Sinkhole Update

I present to you: the new and improved sinkhole. The sister of Ice Queen declares, "That should fix it! Another engineering triumph!"

I wonder if the city's $35M pothole/sinkhole outsourcing will include this one. Oh, and this morning, I saw 5 Dept of Transportation orange clad workers about to embark on repainting white lines on my street. The white line painting apparatus isn't that big. Looks like a 2 person job to me; 1 person to push the thing, and 1 person to make sure that person doesn't run into a car. So, what were the other 3 guys there for?