Secret Star

Today is the day I've been waiting patiently for since the first day of school! I am the classroom STAR!!! Everyone thought a sweet little munchkin was the last star of the day yesterday, but I am playing a little trick on the entire class and the teachers too! I'm going to wear a crown and everything. I can't wait. Of course today is the day we get assessed for our 3 star rating. Oh well, I hope the assessor has a sense of humor!

At Open House, all the kids were given giant paper dolls and a date when it was their turn to be the classroom star. They return with their doll all decorated to look like them on one side with pictures or stuff on the other side to tell about them on the reverse side. The class learns to ask questions (we hope, vs simply making observations) and about differences/similarities.

So I smuggled one doll, traced it and took it home. I procrastinated making it until the midnight hour, literally...the glue is still drying! My favorite part is the walkie-talkie image I cut out and put on my doll's hip. Although I have to say it was pretty funny at Michael's with Mariah trying to find some yarn that matched my gray hair. We ended up with some that has silver sparkles in it - how perfect is that?! On the reverse side I put a ton of photos of my family doing our favorite things.

And I wrote a poem and my paragraph explains the photos about our favorite activities in case I'm not in the room when it is read to the class. I might not be if that class isn't chosen for the assessment.

I AM THE SECRET CLASSROOM STAR
CAN YOU GUESS WHO I AM?
LOOK AT THE COLOR OF MY HAIR AND SOMETHING THAT I WEAR
ON MY SHIRT YOU SEE THE FIRST OF LETTER OF MY NAME
AND JELLO JIGGLERS IS MY FAVORITE GAME

I know you all want to see it - I will try to remember to snap a photo of it on the wall at preschool! Such delicious syrup! (Chrissie giggling in anticipation...kinda like a 5 yr old!!)

Coats

So, the weather dropped down about 20 degrees - to 77 yesterday, and all day long I heard about the wonderful "brisk" weather! I thought it was ironic that 70-anything could be considered cool by others (me, yes - others no). But, it's making people want to buy jackets which was good for the huge Saturday sale at CWC. Funny thing is, it really did feel a bit brisk out there - we've been steam baking this summer that's for sure. Bring on Fall! The trees are already trying to turn. At least I think it's fall colors. Could be brown. Let's hope not.

On Saturday, Gib and Mariah participated in the largest volunteer turn out ever for Hands On Nashville. I think HON concentrated on fixing damaged school buildings from the flood. They went with Good Shepherds youth group and men's group to an elementary school up by the airport. There, joined with many other volunteers, they painted all the hallways - and themselves - with lots of coats of paint. Gib says there may be a photo of one of the men chasing him with a paint brush. Hmmm, wonder why?!

A Whole Lotta SAP

So here are some BEFORE and AFTER, and a few DURING photos of the TIM-berrrr!!! experience this week.

The Hula Hooping Elm Tree - it's the tall one leaning toward the house, always a nice sight in a wind storm

AFTER: Let's all peer inside the HOLE that went all way up the trunk of the entire tree, shall we?! I say GREAT CALL GIBBIE!!

BEFORE: The Weeping Cherry Tree. It was so beautiful. But as they say...

Location, Location, Location.

AFTER: Now we have Designers Challenge from what is left of it's trunk. Skeeter says it looks like a giant hand coming out of the I think it's pretty cool. Surely we will come up with something. I must admit, the giant white wall is more glaring than ever. Skeeter needs to get moving on our plans to fix this place up!
The next morning the mama deer and her fawns came to enjoy the buffet.

ehh, tree leaves....
those nice tasty ones from the top branches are nice but Grammy's flowers are better!



Chino goes to check out all the changes to his perimeter

and in typical Chino fashion... sits on them

Diego: "This is not cool"

My favorite stalking bush is gone. My favorite scratching tree is gone. What will I do?!

I am in kitty mourning. I will wear dirt and ashes.

Every day. Pretty much like before, but still... just so you know why.

The trimming of unsightly (to us) and invasive shrubs and undergrowth unveiled a nice surprise! A Pawpaw Tree!! Tree Guy was very excited. I asked if it was Paw-Paw as in Grandpa. He said yes and began to expound on why this was so great. Common elsewhere, but not so much in this area. It could yield edible fruit and stuff. I will have to watch and see.

So that's about it for now. The circle of life is complete here. We had to take away a few trees, but the remaining ones have more room to grow, our house is safe, and we found new trees to appreciate. Sometimes you can't see the trees for the forest.

TIM-berrrr!

Tree Guy is here. Some trees are biting the dust. Then the wood chipper. It's the circle of life.

Grammy and I are sad to see the beautiful Weeping Cherry go by the deck. Mike isn't. But it is a casualty of the regrading and foundation damage repair and the new concrete patio project requires its removal. Grammy and I are already scouting a possible location for a new one. Tree Guy says the good news part of the bad news is that a Weeping Cherry has a life span of about 12-15 years and this one is around 12, so it's had a good long life for a cherry tree. Let's pause for a moment, shall we?

Moving on... also to meet the saw today is a big ol' elm tree. Gib and I decided it needed to go this summer when we watched it "stir the pot" at the trunk during a slight wind. We looked at the tree. We looked at each other. We looked the tree. And then we decided we'd better make a call. The next day we had a big 500 year flood. Now it's September and finally Tree Guy is here. I told the Tree Guy that the trunk literally does the hula. Tree Guy says elm trees are by nature very rubbery and it's not a big deal, but we don't really like that it does the hula, oh right by our house! I asked Tree Guy if it fell, which way would it go, and he said "right onto your house" which is about 20 feet away. It's trunk grows up the side of the dry creek bed and there has been some erosion around its base. I don't like the look of it. So it's outta here. Besides, what Gibbie says, goes. (This one time.... Dude, seriously, did you buy that?!)

Other than that, we have a bunch of saplings in the creek bed that Tree Guy is going to cull out, some general pruning of big trees along the wooded side of our yard, and other invasive shrubs that will be removed and treated so they don't come back.

I'm taking before and after photos and will post those for any who care to view the "sap" later tonight.

p.s. did anyone notice the hint in the title of the blog for the previous hints & guesses post?!

Hints & Guesses

Taryn still isn't talking - maybe she is filling ice bags in Student Health, out shooting nerds with a nerf gun or wrecking havoc in some new totally unexpected way, but my muse is slowly regaining consciousness. Who thinks it will be fun to poke Taryn until she jumps in and tells the story or somebody comes close to guessing it?!? I will unfortunately have to confirm all near to correct guesses! So sorry Taryn, that's the way the game is played. Let's just hope there is never a Sequel! There are subtle hints all over the place and a couple not so subtle hints in bold. In the previous post and comments, they were capitalized. Let's have some fun.... but be careful of the wrath of Taryn! She may be small, but she's scrappy. Be creative folks! If I can't tell the story...you come up with one using the clues you've been given!

Stymied

I'm stymied.

I love that word, by the way. Mike does too. I can see him smiling, in my minds eye, when he reads this. Also, I'm pretty sure he will know right off why I titled this post "Stymied".

You see, something ultimately BLOG WORTHY happened and I've been forbidden to write about it. And now I'm stymied. I can't think of anything to write about. Zip. Nada. Zero.

I got nothing. Usually I'm up to my ELBOWS in ideas but now that I've been gag ordered, my muse is gone.

Guess I'll go put peanut butter on Diego or something.

The Wait Is Over

To get a learner's permit here you have to be 15, have a form proving your high school attendance, bring your birth certificate and social security card, and pass both a vision test and a written drivers knowledge test. For some reason, we were slow and/or challenged to accomplish these things in a couple key areas!!

Obstacle #1: We had originally planned to acquire this rite into teenagehood this summer, but the required form from high school came home in a pocket and in the joy of "school's out!" water fight with the boy next door, Gib soaked the form and it came out of the pocket in a bazillion pieces. It kind of ended up being a decision that stalled out his permit for the rest of summer since he wasn't home basically from his birthday until school started up again.

By the way, it is alot of fun to go to the DMV when all the local schools have a half-day for parent-teacher conferences and everyone has the same idea making your wait extra long! When Gib and I pulled into the very full DMV parking lot and I knew then we were in it for the long haul. A bunch of cars come in behind us. We made a mad dash inside so as not to lose a single spot in line. I know this can cost you a good 20 minutes. It's every man for themselves at the DMV. There should be a sign posting this.

Obstacle #2: As I'm filling out the form, I get to the question about glasses/contacts. Gib thinks he can pass the vision test. I know there is NO WAY he can. Gib is in total denial about his need to wear corrective lenses at all times in all places. Birth certificate? Check! SS Card? Check! School Attendence form? Check! Glasses? That would be a big N-O.

Luckily, there are 7 people in front of us waiting to take the permit or license test so it will be a long wait. I called Grammy and she brought the glasses to us before the vision test portion of the day's excitement came about. Thanks Grammy & Mariah for saving the day!

Obstacle #3: Passing the vision test. Who knew?! Even with the glasses the dude really couldn't pass the test. Boy did we get a nice lady. Gib changed machines twice, twisted his head all over the place, guessed at numbers... oh, it was UGLY. She asked if he had a vision problem. I sweetly mentioned the magic word "disability" as in, "is there another way to give the vision test to someone with a disability in one eye that makes using this machine very difficult?". She said there wasn't, but she gave him "100 more chances" that's for sure. Honestly, I couldn't believe it. I stood there praying and praying that Gib would just see the numbers he needed to see! He kept saying the row she wanted him to see wasn't there. It literally is blank for him. Poor dude. It didn't help that Gib had broken his brand new glasses and couldn't actually WEAR them where they belong on his face. We had some great mother/son moments in front of that lady. I'm sure that helped! And the pink duct tape on the glasses piece I held up - that had to have been worth a few extra tries! About 10 failed attempts in, I was sure she was going to send us home, and she asks him another few times for just the 2 numbers in the middle he keeps messing up. Gib finally got those right!!!! Thank You for Answered Prayers and Nice People!!! She gave me a paper to take the dr in case when he gets his license procedures are changed and he ever needs to take that test again! His eye dr will need to "handicap" him. Does a handicap parking sticker come with that? 'Cause you know, it's real hard to find a parking spot with that funky eye.

By now I was worried that all the stress of taking 15 minutes to pass the vision test would do Gib in on the "written" test. But he finished that in 28 seconds and only missed 1. Nice.

On another front..... All my patience had been used up. I got home and collected Mariah for her follow up eye dr appointment. I conveniently turned in Gib's broken glasses. Mariah and I waited and waited in the exam room for the eye dr. They were playing horrific muzak. I was thinking about all the stuff I needed to have gotten done and were still on my list. It did me in. When we reached the 45 minute mark I called it and we left. Usually I give them an hour and if I'm not in the waiting mood I will leave. But their music was too much. Plus, I had a closing shift at CWC and it was cutting it too close. I told them we could try again on another day when they weren't so busy. To me, when you are 45 minutes past your appointment time for a mere follow up that will take 5 minutes of the dr's time, they have not scheduled appropriately.

We chuckled at how I had just gotten away from the Ortho where I was marked on The File for complaining about wait times, complete with quotes from my conversation to the receptionist! Mariah and I were all, "great, another File!".

Special Delivery

As I was walking back to the house going thru the mail, I opened this brochure for Mercer's Family Weekend. We attended it last year - Mike, Gib, Mariah and I. I looked at the schedule and wondered if anyone ever attends year after year or if it's a one and done thing. I thought about whether or not we'd enjoy trying for more of the touristy stuff this time around or if it's only the families of freshmen that go. My eyes scan the photo at the bottom, then the photo at the top. Then I see a cute little girl getting her lunch. I think to myself, "Wow, she sure looks like my little girl used to look like! But we never owned that shirt" I look again. She REALLY looks like my girl. Finally, I notice the man standing opposite her - well, THAT is definitely my husband!!!!

What really made me laugh is that was one fateful lunch if you know what I mean. I took one bite of the coleslaw and KNEW not to eat any more. Mike didn't take my advice and lunch bothered him for hours. Looks like it's coming back at ya one more time!

Mariah arrived home a minute later and confirmed that is indeed her, but wondered how in the world she could be so little!!! My thought exactly. The question of the shirt was answered too: Taryn loaned it to her! I had forgotten about that.

Mike's shirt on the other hand ... Well, let's just say I am removing all Red Cross shirts from his collection. C'mon Man!!!

Are You Ready

FOR SOME FOOTBALL?! The first Monday night of the season features two games - San Diego Chargers at the Kansas City Chiefs and Baltimore Ravens go on the road to face the New York Jets. We've all got a stake in the games for our fantasy team outcomes in Week One, except poor Mariah who I think is looking pretty much like me when I'm Baby Peach zipping around in the stroller off the track going the wrong way crying in 12th place. Well, actually, nobody is THAT bad!

So obviously, it's that wonderful time of year again! Our friendly fantasy league is up and running and the competitive streaks are already rising. It started on draft day as Gib, Mariah, Mike and I huddled in the office with 2 computers, and 2 laptops and pretended to give advice to one another, when in fact we were suggesting picks that steered opponents away from the pick we wanted. Or, perhaps that was just me. And Gib. Whatever. But hey, at least we were subtle! Mike helped Mariah; Gib and I were on our own. Thrown to the wolves. So we did our best to survive.

The best part of the draft was when Margo's first pick came up. She snatched the practically untouchable New Orleans QB Brees from the guy in the league who ALWAYS builds a New Orleans fantasy team centered around Brees and a couple major Saints players. The gasp was heard around the world... well, around our house anyway. And then the laughing because this guy is, shall we say, good sportsmanship challenged?! His fantasy team name is rude and he demanded a re-draft because "he forgot". NOT! I am pretty sure he will give up by week 3. Unless somebody bets him he can't make it. Then he might try to hang in there.

Week One and Margo is slinging it out with HIM! And it's a nail biter!! I'm rooting for Margo of course, and with just tonight's game left, they are practically neck and neck with just two RB's left to play. Margo has Mcgahee on the Jets and the other guy has Jamaal Charles (whoever he is) on KC. Mcgahee is projected to get 2 less points, and she needs every point she can get to win it. I'm cheering for ya Margo!!!

Now onto the San Diego game. Gib and I are matched up against each other. So far I'm ahead by a mere 19.5 points. Gib still has Rivers the Chargers QB to play and the Jets defense/special teams. That is no bueno for me. I only have Antonio Gates, the TE for the Chargers left. I'm telling ya, every TD better be Rivers connecting to Gates!!! And the Ravens better take it to the Jets!

But that wouldn't be good for Mike. His fantasy opponent only has one hope left and that is the Baltimore defense/special teams. If they rip on the Jets, Mike might lose this week.

GO RAVENS!

I remember that draft.....

I'm Melting!

I know - you're thinking I got wet. Hah.

It's much worse. I touched Poison Ivy. With my bare hand.

There are these two Boxwood bushes on either side of our walkway by the front door. There is a stupid 4' sucker weed growing in the middle of one of them. Every now and then it reaches the top and we whack off as much of it as we can, but we can't get rid of it completely because who knows what is Boxwood and what is weed once you get down to bare wood underneath the evergreen leaf areas. Very frustrating. For weeks now there has been about 5" of weed sticking out above the Boxwood driving me crazy everytime I drive in. As I took out some trash to the curb, I came in and determined I would just grab some scissors and take care of it until next time it surfaces.

As I go to turn away, I see a vine and I go hmmmm, wonder where that came from? We get several varieties of weed vines too, so I reach behind the Boxwood, grab Mr. Vine with my finger and thumb and snip him with the scissors too. As I drag, and drag about 5 feet of vine and think Holy Moly there was alot more than I thought under the Yew, it reaches me and I drop it!

YIKES! LEAVES OF 3! LEAVES OF 3!!!!!

Many minutes later, several washings of dish soap, lysol scrub wipes, and fingers taped with first aid tape so as not to spread ivy all over myself should I end up with it.... I can still feel it SEEPING INTO MY SKIN.....

I'm melting.... I'm melting..... No wait... I'm itching, I'm itching. It has already begun. I think I might have touched my mouth. I need to go see if my lips are swelling.

P.S. As luck would have it, 10 minutes later my mom appeared with gardening gloves on to take care of that nasty weed. I ran out to tell her to be careful of the poison ivy. She sent me for the Round Up. Then I think I touched the Round Up container where her Poison Ivy infected gloves touched it too.

Back to the kitchen to wash. I'M MELTING, I'M MELTING!!!

Oh My!

Today was one of those days when you wish you could have just had a PASS for. Not that others don't have it worse, just that I didn't feel like I was up to the task. At Chapel Time the assistant director read The Giving Tree, which I know many find to be a lovely book, but I have to admit I don't like it. It hurts my heart, always has and always will. I was in no mood for it today. I had tears in my eyes the whole time and was trying not to let them escape.

There were certainly challenges aplenty at preschool today - for the GIRLS, the guys had it easy!

• Going to Chapel Time: 2 girls, 1 public bathroom, me (lucky me), 1 lost shoe, 1 child who didn't need to go, a child in the Chapel who did (wrong kid, right name came inside), and the other child backed her rear end into the handicapped toilet and pinched herself on the lid and screamed bloody murder. (Ms. Chrissie takes as deep a breath as is advisable in a public bathroom).
• Elevator ride after Chapel Time w/28 kids: (Ding!) SCREEEEAAAAM!!!!! A girl has put her arm down the hand rail attached to the elevator walls and when it stops she becomes wedged in. Really stuck about at the biceps. For a second I was thinking, broken arm, dislocated shoulder or elbow due to the screaming. And this is not a little girl. Nooooo. I can barely lift her. And she is panicking, and trying to pull away since she is too short to pull up any higher. The only way out is to go up. As the other teacher is trying to evacuate the kids another child almost gets shut in the doors. Oh that was fun! In that moment of extra adrenaline, I decided that even if the arm was broken that we just had to get her out first and then immobilize it and deal with it. So I did a herculean heave on her, carried her out and we sat down on the ground so Ms. Chrissie could recover. Ice packs arrived and we talked about the time my neice Kelly got her head stuck in stair railings and my son Gib got his butt stuck in a vaporizer. We laughed. (Thanks Gib!) Her arm was fine and not even a bruise a few hours later. By the way, her class ran to the teacher to report the event and their burst eardrums - no lie!!

Crazy enough, these moments are sooo typical for both these lovely little preschool ladies. I am just out of shape. 3 Boo-Boo reports in one day. And a stern talking to by Ms. Chrissie to an entire class because their teacher looked like she was ready to have a meltdown and they broke 2 new toys today, and the coup d'grace - I had to ask 3 times to get anyone to finish cleaning up this afternoon! Whoa! There went that great start to preschool for that class. They do still walk in a line admirably well though! They were promising me the moon when my 2 minute lecture was over.

On the plus side, though, I didn't get stung by any of the wasps that were in a nest in a classroom over Labor Day weekend before the "janitor" got to them, and I wasn't the teacher that gave a 3rd kid a boo-boo. That's something to be thankful for.

Poetry

There's been alot of poetry going on around here. I bought a couple books from CWC outlet because they sounded really interesting to send to my college girls. It's called House of Belonging. I thought I'd better read one first just to make sure they weren't complete duds. I'm working my way slowly and pondering the poems one or two at a time. I'm not giving it a review just yet. Some I've liked, some I didn't really get, and some I've just gone "oy". I've never read a book of poems before, so I'm probably not the best to review a book anyway.

Then we have Mariah's language arts class. They are studying poetry right now so she often has to write a poem for homework. The other night she wanted some assistance. Mike ever so happily passes the kids right to me for this and I honestly don't mind, but I was kind of playing with him so I tried to lobby one back at him. He sends Mariah my way and I go, "but Mariah, your dad is so good at poetry! Haven't you heard about all the love poems he used to write me?" How this went over her head, I'll never know. But another day, another poem later, she is working on another poem and decides to write two and asks me which one is better for the assigned project. I tell her which one I think has a better flow and use of descriptive words and evokes images for me and she says something like, get this (I'm sorry Mariah, this is too priceless) "do you think I get it from dad, like when he wrote love poems to you?". Oh, baby girl. I love that last little bit of innocence in the family!!!

In Mike's defense he has has his own style of steady commitment and he is a rock and I love him! But "what's shakin' bacon" is I think the best I've heard of his poetry skills, which is why I found this so funny!

NOT Noteworthy?

So if you saw a kid running through the parking lot in a Speedo when you were waiting to pick up your daughter from her first middle school dance, don't you think you would mention as a notable event of the evening?

• The report I got was that Mariah jumped up and down for 2 hrs straight and had just exhausted herself silly!

The next morning, Mariah - who had passed out by the time I got home from work - told me all about how she danced and danced and danced. Not one word of Speedo Boy.

• Today I read on facebook (gotta love it) from her friend that "the dance was fun except at the end when a guy ran around outside in a speedo only". Oooookay. I turn to Mike who goes, "Oh yeah, that happened right in front of me".

The eyebrow goes up. The questioning of his sanity and reporting ability begins. FYI: It was a kid, not a grown up. Just a future offender, folks so it's ok to laugh. Hopefully his parents get him straightened out and he is just a little prankster!! But, seriously, that would have the FIRST thing I would have mentioned if I had been the pick up parent and the other parent said "so how was the dance?".

I'm still smiling a little. I wonder if any of the girls shrieked? I need to ask some more questions.....

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For Labor Day Wknd

Indie is driving to Florida to visit a friend. I am praying that the buggy makes this trip without any problems and am not enjoying this phase of letting go at all. My daughter on the road alone is not doing my nerves any good. I know Indie and Jordan will have a wonderful time together though, and then I will just have to worry about the trip home. Maybe not quite as much if the first went well?

Taryn has caught...well, two things if you are a follower of facebook. She has a boyfriend! I just have to laugh - she is quite the cutie and really who can resist someone who pulls nerds out of their rooms to play?! He seems like a good guy. He wins brownie points because he made her go to Student Health this morning before her chemistry test to get checked since she is sick. I wanted her to get a strep test before the long weekend if it seemed like she might have it. Or even if it didn't just to rule it out! Since she doesn't have a car, once all her friends go home for the holiday, and the campus is closed, her options are greatly reduced. So she reports she has the nasty upper respiratory virus that is going around campus. I think they gave her some stuff, but she is also going to try to get a ride to Walmart today and stock up on airborne, zicam and cough syrup. I hope she feels better soon. I checked online and Zicam has a new line of cold products. I am going to have to stock us all up.

Gib finally came home with the required form to get his learner's permit! Now all he has to do is study for the learner's permit test! Ahem!!! He is down to just one sister to annoy. Poor Gib. Such slim pickings. The other night he put Mariah to bed. It started with wrestling behind me in the computer room. I sent them upstairs, so he goes, "Yeah, Time for Bed Mariah!" and then there was chasing, thumping, shrieking, doors slamming, and the constant refrain "time for bed! time for bed!" followed by "let me out! let me out!" and a cheerful "Good night Mariah!". I imagine Gib successfully manhandled Mariah into her room while I smiled and pretended to be unaware of her manhandling. Once she was free she demanded restitution and I told her to go to bed. Gib was triumphant! Mike and I commented that Mariah was now the sole recipient of brotherly love. I secretly thought to myself that at least she didn't have to endure the Chesty Dance yet.

Mariah is going to the 7th grade dance tonight. She is getting ready for it at a friend's house. But first we are going to the Dr's because her stomach is still giving her alot of problems since the surgery. They said it would take time but pretty much anything she does or eats gives her a stomach ache. That's a hard way to live. We've done 2 months of Culturelle to put enzymes back into her gut, but since it hasn't done the trick, we are following up. After her appointment I am driving her to her friend's house and then I have to work the closing shift at CWC.

I also have had a slight cold this week that has been very annoying. It was the start of preschool and as far as Pre-K is concerned, I've never seen a better beginning! Those kids were so well behaved both in the classroom and walking to and from places it seemed more like mid-year and not first week. I was impressed.

Mike has some Honey-Do's from Grammy to take care of this weekend, and there are probably a few left over Honey-Do's from my list that would be nice to finish. Football season is about to begin. Mike has been watching the preseason games, but I prefer to wait for the real season. Mike finished painting the garage with the special stuff to make the cement blocks waterproof. It took waaaay more paint than I thought it would to cover it all. The cement blocks are all gray now though and I like it alot. We meet with our contractor, Skeeter, (love that) next week to go over some more detailed plans for the deck removal/regrading; followed by a new patio, grill area, arbor, and window for mom.

We are all set on our Fantasy Football league team. Mike, Gib, Mariah, Me, Margo, and some friends & coworkers of Mike's are in it. Mike is the Commissioner of our League. We like having an IN with the big guy. Me and Margo didn't even study up this year - we just nabbed the best RB and QB we could in picks 1 and 2 and then winged it from there. She got Drew Brees in pick 1, I got Peyton Manning with my 2nd pick. We're happy. I know Mariah got Tony Romo because she had him last year and liked how he did for her team. I didn't pay attention to the QB's everyone else got. For the first time ever, I don't have Brett Farve. That's kind of sad. Maybe I will do a football blog next time! Ooooh, who's excited?!?!