Thursday, September 07, 2006

My bitches.....can I ask......Are you ready for some foot-fuckin-ball?

Wooooooooooooo, baby, nothing makes a Thursday night better than some Steelers football. Wait, I must be clear. Steelers football.....played in the Burgh.....with 4, count em, 4 Superbowl legends on the field (Franco Harris, Lynn Swann, LC Greenwood, and Mel Blount).....with one of my all time fave singers, Martina McBride doing some severe justice to the Star Spangled Banner......and the topper, a big yellow school bus coming out onto the field with my guy in it. It makes me one sad girl that I won't get to see Bettis lumber up the field anymore but he is doing sportscasting, so at least I still get to see him. Oh my, sometimes life....it's just GOOD. However, I'd give my left breastisis to be there. I will get there one day. You best believe, bitches.

Well, first things first, or second, whatever. I still have no earthly idea how my dad is. That man could frustrate the living shit out of anyone. You see, my dad is of the school that what doctors say is gospel and would sooner go gay than question any doctor, let alone a specialist. However, does he have his biopsy results? Well, what the fuck do you think? I am neither crying nor jumping for joy while simultaneously flushing his cigs down the toilet. So there you have it. All he told me is that his procedure, the original procedure to clean out his clogged ass arteries, is to go forth tomorrow. I am taking that as a good sign because in my humble opinion, I do not think they would continue the procdure if he was riddled with the big C. I mean, I get my medical knowledge from the likes of Grey's Anatomy, but I am always right, so there ya go.

Yes, I switched over to the beta. Fucking shoot me now. I could not comment on almost anyone's blogs, so I had to create a new freakin' name. How damn annoying. So SFG is me too. Obviously. I suppose that may have gone without saying, huh? Yeah, way for me to insult y'all's intelligence.

The game is fixin to start. Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeehaw!

Can someone explain to me why whenever I eat anything, it flies through my colon with the speed of a freight train? I don't feel bad. No pain in the gut. Although, last night in "Make Me Catholic" class, my stomach was making noises that were so loud that Mary climbed down from her perch near the altar and told me to shut it. The hubs joined me in class because I think he realized that in 3 short weeks, I knew more than him and you know, the men can't handle that shit. However, my gut was so damn noisy that I played it off that the noise came from the hubs. I mean, Father Asian would stop speaking for a sec and on cue, the gastrointestinal system went into overdrive LOUDLY. Yeah, good times.

Steelers got the ball. You goin' down, Miami. Bunch of bitches.

Work is going well. I was rocking the Casbah on my production but I found out that I was going too fast for my own good and needed to slow down to improve my accuracy. So I did. We will see how I am doing by next week. I'm sure y'all will be on the edge of your seats, right?

My step-mom just called. My dad does have cancer, but as of now, they do not believe it has metastasized. He will have his procedure tomorrow. After that and he recovers from this big deal tomorrow, he will start treatment. So, it's bad, but it is not the worst case scenario. For that, I am thankful. If he smokes again, I'll fuckin stab him in the neck.

Oh, and I need to do a quick book review. I think this is #43 or #44. Lipstick Jungle by Candace Bushnell. I know that I said that it was slow in the beginning, but immediately after picking it back up, I got sucked in. The three main characters are Victory Ford, a fashion designer; Wendy O'Healy, CEO of Parador Pictures; and Nico O'Neily, Editor in Chief of Bonfire Magazine. It bounced around between each of their 3 lives, but it was not tough to follow and I ended up really liking it. I have read all of her other books but I believe I like this one the most. So go buy it. Or email me and save your money. :) Crap, I still gotta send Football Widow's book. Fucking A, I am ridiculous. It's coming, chick, PROMISE.

OK, I'm out to go watch and game and try not to think about the cells running rampant through my Dad. Keep him in your prayers, guys.

Elizabeth at 8:28 PM

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at 9:40 PM Unknown said...: Woohooo football season is finally HERE!!

So sorry to hear about your dad, I'll be prayin.

I hate Candace Bushnell's books. Too trashy for me.
at 9:24 AM Monogram Queen said...: I was thinking of you last night when I was watching the game :)
Although I am Brett Favre's next ex-wife I have been a Steelers fan since I was a little girl. The steel curtain of the 70's was DA BOMB.
So sorry to hear about your Dad, I hope he recovers quickly and is okay. Hugs, hon.
at 9:33 AM Wendy aka Cheeky said...: #1 - Sorry to hear about your Dad - I hope he gets better soon.

#2 - Hell yeah! Its football season!!

#3 - I literally almost bought that book the other day, seriously, I am looking for something to read on the plane - guess I will be getting it after all :)
at 10:02 AM Unknown said...: Holy shit.

Your mind has more on and off ramps than the interstate. It's OK,I think the same way...stream of consciousness I think they call it!
at 11:02 AM Terri said...: We watched the game too!! Though sadly..I fell asleep...bad Terri.
at 9:05 PM Dixie said...: Sorry to hear that about your dad. I'll be praying for him.

You wouldn't like some football now would you?
at 5:59 PM Leska McCall said...: I'm glad you got some news about your dad. The not knowing is always the hardest.

Thurs. night ball? who knew...