Friday, February 5, 2010

My Brain May Very Well Short Circuit

As the title of this post suggests my neurons are firing rather erratically this week. Here is but a sample of the jumbled mess bouncing around my skull.


Most of y'all know I work at the post office. i do maintenance on the machines that sort your mail. From letters, to the big flat envelopes, to packages. Nearly every piece of mail is sorted via automated equipment these days and it is my job to do the daily and breakdown maintenance on these machines. Often I find mail pieces that happened to fall into the wrong place and sometimes this mail is damaged. Earlier this week I found such a piece, a trade magazine called FN which stands for footwear news.

Normally I place this mail in the area to be repaired without a second thought but this particular mag caught my eye. Okay, It caught my eye because every single show model pictured had on a low-cut shirt. These models also happened to be very well endowed. Which got me to thinking is it really smart to avert all of the attention to the upper half of these women when what you are selling is strapped to their feet?


Speaking of feet. My 7 year old was walking on top of a frozen snow drift earlier this week and suddenly proclaimed, "Look I'm just like Jesus! I can walk on water."


Here we are on the eve of Super Bowl Eve and I am already in a frenzy of anticipation. My beloved New Orleans Saints are finally in it and in a sign of my sickness I have been having dreams at night about the big game. I tried to watch the NFC conference game stone-cold sober and nearly stroked out. For the Superbowl I plan to walk the fine line between drunk and incoherent. If I go to far over the line I may not have my full capacities and miss something, but too far on this side and y'all will be sending flowers to my funeral. I'd hate to see what my blood pressure will be like around 6 PM Sunday.

Can I get a WHO DAT?

Even if you have nothing to add via the comments please drop in and offer a WHO DAT or Geaux Saints to let me know you are there.


Diehard. I've used this term to describe my fan-dom before but suddenly it strikes me as a weird description. I think I will use the term devoted from now on. Cockroaches, wild boars, and unfullfilled dreams. Those are things I would describe as diehard beings.


Speaking of death. I still wonder if you have a pre-bought funeral plot and you walk on it can you make yourself shiver?


And I'm a little late with this one for the blog (you should be on my twitter or facebook list and you would have seen it in a timely fashion) but who decided a groundhog and his shadow were good barometers of the future? Had to be some drunk redneck. Anybody other Nostradamus would have used a crystal ball, tea leaves, or tarot cards. heck if a Magic 8 ball is better than a fat rodent.

Again I say ... Can I get a WHO DAT!


Anonymous said...


Debra She Who Seeks said...

Not being an American football fan, I have no idea why the phrase WHO DAT means anything, but since I speak French, I do understand the Louisiana Cajun significance of GEAUX SAINTS! Just for you, I hope they win this Sunday!

Charles Gramlich said...

Who Dat! I'm with you man. I will probably have a few brews to chill me out on Sunday too. I'm already nervous.

David Cranmer said...

I'm working with two guys from Texas who are rooting for the Saints but are betting on the Colts. When I asked them why, one said, "we know our team."

And those ads are probably for men who will stop and go, "honey, what about these?"

Annie said...

I look forward to this game every year. It's the only game I watch. WHO DAT!

Melissa Amateis said...

You're having dreams about the game? Oh boy.

Anonymous said...

Drew Brees is dreamy.

Writing Without Periods! said...

I love that: "Hey, I'm walking on water." Kids are clever!

Melanie Hooyenga said...

Go Saints!!

I don't normally cheer for them but who doesn't love a story like theirs?

Cloudia said...

Who Dat!?

Geaux SAINTS!!!!!!!!!!

Aloha, Friend!

Comfort Spiral

Eric said...


Love the "walking on water" bit.

And for God's sake, please don't end up in the hospital on Super Bowl weekend. The day of, you want to be WATCHING the whole thing. And (God willing) the day after should be a celebration, right?

Oh, and send me a copy of that footwear news. Just cut all the images off at the waist. I'm not really interested in the feet, but who could pass up some well-endowed models? :)

sybil law said...

Your kid made me LOL!
Um, Who Dat!
(I loathe that phrase!)

angel, jr. said...

I am excited about Superbowl Sunday. Sorry, I'm a Colts fan...and I'm going to have to admit that I'm a bit excited about getting to eat Superbowl food or whatever will be served wherever I'm going.

alex keto said...

who dat nation

Aleta said...

Hehe. I love the comment by your daughter.

WHO DAT!!! GEAUX SAINTS!!!!! You KNOW I'm a fan!! WOOTTTTT!!!!

G. B. Miller said...

People, people, people....

It doesn't matter who wins or loses (well yeah it does), but weather or not everyone gets hammered until their eyeballs fall out.

In any event, I will simply sit here on the sides, wait 'til Monday, and hammer the fans of the losing team, be it on my blog or be it on FB.

I am Pat Patriot, and I approved this message.


Interestingly enough, my word verification is "evert".

Tennis anyone?

Hilary said...

Who dat! (just because you asked nicely)

Your son, Jesus is hilarious. :)

alex keto said...

Who dat? Who dat? Who dat say dey goin' beat dem saints, who dat?

Honestly, one does have to punctuate it correctly. Just so you know and so you can please your fifth grade English teacher, that is how it is done.

Lana Gramlich said...

Who dat! (I still need to pick up those tranquilizers for Charles before Sunday...Thanks for the reminder!)

Zephra said...


Texanne said...

Oh, Who Dat. You little sweetie pie, I hope you and your family have a great Superbowl Weekend. I don't even know who's playing or when it is, but I hope you have a great time with it.

the walking man said...

Dis Dat has no funeral plot ready to gi but I do have my advanced directive signed sealed and delivered and my cadaver ready to be picked up by the nearest medical school, just in case I don't out live everyone else on the planet.

Odd think I heard on NPR yesterday. It seems that in the course of a three hour football game the television viewer actually sees only 11 minutes of the game because of crowd shots, cheerleader shots, booth shots and what not shots.

Geaux Lio...errrr SAINTS!!!!

Terrie Farley Moran said...

WHO DAT!!! Geaux SAINTS!!!

Great luck to the Saints today.


Terrie Farley Moran said...

PS. Loved the segue from footwear news to walking on water.