Ode to a kicker

Bless your heart, Alex Tejada
Your OT kick got us nada
I have no idea how you missed that goal
And now we're going to a second-rate bowl

I gotta admit I wasn't surprised
Your right foot always brings tears to my eyes
Perhaps my brother can teach you how to play
'Cause in fourth grade he won the PPK

Here's hoping your Liberty Bowl kicks aren't rotten
Even though you robbed us of Capital One and Cotton

Cloudy with a chance of sooie

Sheila E was right. I do want to lead the glamorous life. And I don't need a man's touch.

I mean, Spandau Ballet aside, I was seldom exposed to culture like the theatre, symphony or ballet. This much is true. (Ok, enough with obscure 80s pop references.)

As a kid, we took two major vacations: the Grand Canyon and LA to visit relatives. It's not like we were poor. It's just that it never occurred to us to take exciting trips or go glamorous places. Until I was in college, I'd never stayed in a hotel without doors on the outside.

So how did I get to be this girl? The chick who gets to travel, go to the theatre, and sit in the skybox at Razorback games?

Friday night I met some new friends in Tulsa for a fabulous dinner at the Daily Grill, then seats at "Mamma Mia!" If you liked the movie, you have to go see the musical. The movie is good, campy fun, but the show is even more so. I smiled nearly the whole time, which was quite a while. I got home around 1:30 a.m.

And then yesterday, I met Estella in Fayetteville where we met up with some of her Mountain Home pals to head to Razorback Stadium and sit in a skybox. Seriously. So not only do you have an awesome view of the game, you have free food (stuff like shrimp and prime rib) and booze. I always said I was hesitant to sit in one of those things because you don't feel a part of the game, but they have windows that open, so it's just like you're in the stands, except for the private bathroom and fabulous food.

So yeah, I thought it would great. I had no idea how great it would be. Now it will be hard to go back to sitting in the cheap seats.

Sometimes it's great being me.

Where's the Ben Gay?

I am an old, old woman. Jen and I agreed to run a 5K together in Texas in April, so I've started training. I'm sure Jen has been running 20 miles a day while doing surgery and making a gourmet meal, but it's killing me. And I'm only doing about a mile a day. At less than 4 mph. At this rate, I should finish the 3 miles in about 12 hours.

The bad news is that, other than the joint pain, I can't stop eating. I ran out of Weight Watcher points about two hours ago, and I'm still munching on whatever I can find. Luckily my house is absent of anything really bad for me, and it hurts to get out of bed, so a trip to the kitchen is out of the question.

This weekend was pretty restful, although I did go to dinner with Amanda and Kelly and to see "Bride Wars" on Friday night. Great movie! Sunday was Mason's birthday, so I met the fam in Rogers on Saturday for pizza and gifts, then we went to the Razorback game. Obviously I'm bad luck. I haven't been to a game in over a decade and the first one I walk into they lose big time.

So I guess I'll just lie here in bed and ache.