THE DAILY DIVERSION

Yeah, that pretty much sums up the last two days for me here at work. It seems as all I've been doing is tapping my fingers on my desk. Well, that and browsing the internet. However, no one, here in the office, is really busy right now. We're just kind of biding our time for something to do. Several people are leaving for the west coast this weekend, while others barely have any work assigned to them, so they're stretching it out as long as possible.

I, however, am just waiting. I'm waiting for the weekend to get here so I can head to Lafayette for the Sun Belt Conference basketball tournament. However, I can't really leave until my project is completed. I can't complete my project until we get the final word on one part of it, and until my boss proofreads it and lets me know what I need to fix. Then it has to go to his boss for proofreading, before we can ship it out. We've been basically done with it for a month now, but one small thing is holding the completion up.

So, I'm tapping my fingers on my desk. Some people would twiddle their thumbs, but I prefer to just tap away. When I'm not tapping I'm listening to music (more because the bag of douche next to me has been in rare form the last two days than anything) and finding different things to keep me occupied. Yesterday I started looking at Marvel.com, the comic book site. If you register, which is free, you can read a lot of comics online. So, I did that for the better part of yesterday afternoon.

Anyway, on to other things...

I had a dream this morning. Usually I would say last night, but it was this morning. I woke up right at 6 am out of it, and decided to write some things down. Here's what I got:

I'm at a gas station and I'm driving a white Ford Econoline van (like the one in this picture, but with blue striping).


I'm getting ready to go to school (high school I'm assuming), but I don't have the right shoes to go with what I'm wearing (yeah, this is sounding really gay to start off). I'm wearing mostly gray with red trim, but my shoes are my suede navy blue adidas. So, I take them off and throw them in to the passenger seat when my Dad and Step-Mom show up on a small raft and offer to take me to the house to get my red shoes.

All of a sudden we're floating around in some kind of bay, where they park huge boats. Mind you, we are pretty much on a Tom Sawyer type raft, floating amongst all these monstrosities, and just their wake from sitting there is tossing us all around. My Dad is steering the craft from the back, while my Step-Mom and I are laying on our stomachs, trying to keep our bodies out of the water.



I don't know how, but we're at a house, and we're waiting on my sister to show up. She finally does, and she's wearing a sweater that looks like a pair of socks I own. There are two cups of iced tea sitting on an end table, one in a blue cup and one in a red cup, and we're trying to figure out which one is mine. I tell her that mine is the red one, but I'm pointing to the blue cup. I'm confused so I wake up.

Now, I'm going to do something that I haven't done in a while, and try to analyze this thing. There are so many different aspects, and I'm going to go by the book (like the old days).

1. The colors "red" and "blue", since they are recurring items in this dream. Here is what "DreamMoods.com" had to say about the color Blue:

Blue

Blue represents truth, wisdom, heaven, eternity, devotion, tranquility, loyalty and openness. The presence of this color in your dream, may symbolize your spiritual guide and your optimism of the future. You have clarity of mind.

Depending on the context of your dream, the color blue may also be a metaphor of "being blue" and feeling sad.

and here is what they said about Red:

Red

Red is an indication of raw energy, force, vigor, intense passion, aggression, power, courage and passion. The color red has deep emotional and spiritual connotations.

Red is also the color of danger, shame, sexual impulses and urges. Perhaps you need to stop and think about your actions.

I find it odd that I'm trying to get away from Blue and change to Red. They are pretty much opposites, with Blue being more passive and Red being more aggressive. Maybe I've been bored lately and need to do a little more with myself?

2. The Bay or Harbor that we're traveling through. Here's what was said about it:

Harbor

To see a harbor in your dream, signifies shelter from a stormy relationship or chaotic situation. You may be seeking refuge until you can recollect your thoughts and prepare for the challenges ahead.

Well, as many of you (if you read relatively often) already know, I have a less than desirable relationship with my Father right now. I think it's important that he and my Step-Mom are in this part of the dream, because I'm hoping it's a sign of something. I know we need to deal with our issues, but I guess I'm just biding my time right now.

3. I find it amusing that my sister comes in to the events after the Harbor scene. She is usually the mediator between us and I hate putting her in that situation. I had no clue what the tea could symbolize, until I looked it up, and it kind of brings everything together and makes some sense:

Tea
To dream that you are making or drinking tea, represents satisfaction and contentment in your life. You are taking your time with regards to some relationship or situation.

So, does it all make sense to you? No? Me neither! Have a good day anyway!

Yesterday was official "Bums Night Out" in Memphis.

Actually, we had ourselves a little heat wave yesterday. I don't know exactly how high the temperature got, but it was really, really nice outside, even at nearly 9 pm.

A new restaurant, Flying Fish, opened downtown yesterday, so we decided to go try it out. If you like Po' Boys, fried catfish-oysters-crawfish (I call 'em "crawdads")-shrimp, fish tacos, oysters on the half shell, shrimp cocktail, boiled shrimp (okay, I'm starting to sound like Bubba from Forest Gump), etc, then you'll like this place. The atmosphere is pretty funny too. They currently have a deal going where if you bring in your "Singing Billy Bass" (hopefully you remember what that is), then they'll give you a fried catfish basket for free. They've already got several mounted on the wall up front.



The restaurant is on Second Street, in the old J. Beck location, across from the Peabody Hotel/Texas De Brazil. Check them out!

Now, onto "Bums Night Out"... Normally there are "Girls Night Out" deals at the local bars, where women pay no cover and get good deals on drinks all night. Well, last night was a little different. With our heat wave came the normal "other things" that come out of the woodwork, more specifically, BUMS!

They were out in mass last night. Just sitting in Flying Fish we saw at least five different guys hit up tourists and locals for money. At one point a group of three guys, trying to decide if they wanted to come in and try out Flying Fish, stopped and gave a bum some money. I just wanted to yell out to the guy, who actually pulled his wallet out of his back pocket where the bum could see how much money he was carrying, not to do it, but it was too late.

So, we finished up our tasty meals and headed home. No sooner than we made it out of the front door there was a bum waiting for us. We'd already seen him "working" the entire time we ate. We politely said "Sorry" and we meandered off.

We got to the corner of 2nd and Union and, again, got hit up. I was carrying my "To Go" box, so the guy asked "Do you have any food for the homeless?" The sad thing was, this guy was dressed a little better than myself, so I seriously doubt he was homeless (mind you I was wearing a pair of jeans, a long-sleeved t-shirt, and sneakers).

Then, we get across the street and another bum starts following us. He's keeping his distance of about 15 feet behind me, which just makes me more and more nervous, because I don't know exactly what his intentions are. All three of us turn around and look back in his direction, just to keep an eye on him, on several occasions before he finally asks something incoherently. Not know exactly what he said, but assuming he's asking for money, I just say "Sorry" again, and he turns around and walks off.

This is the shit that I hate dealing with in Memphis. I can't go to dinner with my wife and a friend, when it's nice outside, without having to virtually wade through panhandlers and hustlers. I really feel sorry for tourist who have no idea what they're getting when they come to downtown Memphis. I wish there was a flyer given to every tourist that gets to Memphis that says "If you plan on going downtown, be prepared to say "No" and "Sorry" every other second, because you will be bombarded by panhandlers and bums." Man, I hate the fact that I have to say that, but you've been warned.

Up until last night things had been a lot better on the panhandling front. The police have been great about keeping them away from the more populated areas. However, Memphis' finest had other things to deal with last night. Last night was the first "Bike Night on Beale Street" event of the season. We saw plenty of police officers heading that way, which meant there were less of them to patrol around The Peabody and the surrounding area. Also, who could blame them for having a little less patrol units out. It is February after all. How could they have known it was going to be 65 degrees?

Speaking of "Bike Night"... I have a little bit of a pet peeve. Now, don't get me wrong, because I think some motorcycles are absolutely beautiful to behold. However, once you have your dinner, movie, TV show, ball game, or sleep interrupted enough times by the wailing of these beasts, it just gets old. Last night we had to actually stop our dinner conversations until the groups of motorcycles went by, on numerous occasions. They're just loud and obnoxious. Really!

It kind of disappoints me that there are noise ordinances in place for car stereos, but a motorcycle that is 20 times louder than any car stereo I've ever heard is allowed to "rev" up their engine and "rumble" down the street without any problems. Does anyone else see a double standard there?

Okay, well on to work now!

I'm sure you've heard the saying "She's a little bit Country. I'm a little bit Rock and Roll." Well, this is also the case for cities in which I have lived/do live. In this case, I'm changing the saying to "It's a whole lot Country, and the other is a whole lot of Blues and Soul."

I've been thinking about this entry since last Saturday night.

Background information first:

For my wife's family's birthdays, there are three in a six day time frame (15th, 17th, 19th) and a couple others spread across February, we try to get everyone together, almost like a family reunion. This time around we all met up in Nashville, which is a nice, central point for all of us. No one has to drive much further than anyone else, so it works.

I lived in Nashville for one year, after we left Biloxi, and before we moved to Bowling Green. Of course, once I lived in Bowling Green, I traveled to Nashville plenty. Now, obviously, I live in Memphis.

So, this brings us to the point of this post...

Nashville is a whole lot of Country, and Memphis is a whole lot of Blues and Soul.

If given the choice, I'm very, very happy where I am. Personally, I find it amazing the complete different cultures that reside only 200 miles apart, within the same state.

Memphis and Nashville are like night and day. Well, that was a bad pun, and not intended to be racially motivated. Yes, Memphis has a much larger African-American makeup than Nashville, but its not to say that Nashville is just a town of a bunch of Honkeys!

In Memphis, most everything is geared toward the target market, and the same can be said about Nashville. Memphis radio stations are packed with Hip Hop, R&B, Soul, Gospel, and Blues stations, whereas Nashville has more Country (broken in several genres) and not a whole lot else.

I could explain the TV programming too, but I think you get the idea (We get a lot of "The Steve Harvey Show", "Bernie Mac", and "The Parkers" in Memphis. I don't know the programming in Nashville necessarily.). Memphis has relatively few White TV/News personalities, whereas Nashville's are predominantly White.

I guess a part of it is that I've never embraced Country Music. As a matter of fact, I find 99% of it deplorable, especially the newer stuff (although I do find it amusing that the Dixie Chicks can piss off our President enough that they're basically blackballed for a couple of years, then come back with an album about it and clean up at the Grammys, but that's another story). I can handle some of the old stuff, like Johnny Cash, Willie Nelson, and a few others (because there was a lot soul in it. I mean, c'mon, "All My Ex's Live in Texas". That's awesome!). However, I cannot stand whiny, twangy music. It's depressing. It makes me want to consume large quantities of alcohol, possibly beat the living shit out of my wife (which I would never, ever do), while wearing a tank top with beer and pizza stains on it, all after I got out of my Ford or Chevy pickup with a full gun rack in it, and at least fifteen #3 or #8 stickers on the bumper/tailgate.

On the other hand, I can sit around and listen to some Blues and Soul, have a couple of cocktails, and be perfectly happy. I can even handle most of the Hip Hop that is prevalent around Memphis. Neither Blues, Soul, nor Hip Hop have ever made me feel like life was over and there was no hope. I can live with that.

Now, I know I've rambled on about this, but the point is this... I like Memphis, even with all the crap that we have to deal with living here. I can't imagine living in Nashville right now. Maybe as I mature, or find different places to go to in Nashville, I'll change my mind. But, as of right now, there is no way in Hell I can willingly spend an inordinate amount of time in Nashville and be happy. That's just me though!

Oh yeah, and I hate Cowboy Boots and Ten Gallon Hats! Always have! Neither one of them are sexy, nor purposeful in an urban environment, unless your purpose is to piss off someone standing behind you trying to see something.

You had to know that I wouldn't get out of here today without a Valentines Day post. So, in honor of the "Day of Love", I give you this...

Valentines Day is a horrible holiday for men. It really is. If, per chance, we do something right (for once), we're fully expected to trump that the following year. If we don't, we have to hear things like "Wow! Do you remember what you did back in 1985? That was so romantic!" Yeah, I hate to tell you ladies this, but we, men, don't remember what we did 25 minutes ago, so we're sure as hell not going to remember one day, ump-teen years ago. Please don't hold us to that standard. We're lucky enough if we have the ability to recall that there's a day in February where we're supposed to express our undying love for you (if we don't do it every day, that is).

If (yeah right) we do something wrong, like get the wrong gift, or get the same card we bought the year before, or don't realize you're not there just to have sex (which one of these is what usually happens), then we're in the doghouse and get no lovin'. All that effort with nothing to show for it. (This, alone is why I disliked high school, but that's at least 3 other stories.)

All this is, of course, assuming you're lucky enough to have someone to share "love" with.

I've stated it a thousand times, and I'll probably state it a million times more, but, I'm happily in love. If I have to "one up" my Valentines Day gift every year, then so be it! I wouldn't trade it for the world.

However, I would like a break between Valentines Day and my wife's birthday. That's not happening though!!

Now, I think that I'm a relatively humorous person. I try to make sure those around me are nearly always amused. However, this morning I had someone else really put a smile on my face.

I don't know if you've seen the movie "Anchorman: The Legend of Ron Burgundy", but I love it. There's one part of the movie where Ron and one of his buddies, Brian Fantana, are discussing colognes. Brian has a specific scent called "Sex Panther". Anyway, I'm not going to go through the entire scene, but if you want to watch it for yourself, here it is:



Anyway, this morning I was introduced to a fragrance that may rival even the mighty "Sex Panther". Not necessarily in odorous emanations, but definitely in name. Yes, someone here at work has a perfume called "Delicious Pussy".

Really, I can't make that up! The bottle it comes in looks just like a fingernail polish bottle, but it has a very generic label on the front with "Delicious Pussy" spelled out. It's just silly!

So, every time I've walked by this person today, I've had to say "Man, it smells delicious in here!" This is how we amuse ourselves in a cubical world!

Now, onto something not as funny. Well, at least to me anyway!

Last Saturday morning at 10 am, tickets to a March 30th show in Southaven, Mississippi by my favorite band Tool went on sale through all ticketmaster outlets. Since I didn't know of any outlets in Bowling Green, I decided to purchase my tickets online.

Promptly at 10 am I clicked the "find tickets" link and was given the option to purchase 2 tickets in section 106, row M. Now, these seats aren't bad at all. They are the second section away from the stage, so we'll still have a good view of everything. I thought I did great, to tell the truth.

When we got back to Memphis on Sunday night I thought I'd look to see what, if any, seats they had left for the show. I went through the same process as before and this time it said there were only upper deck seats available. I was happy. I knew that I got the best seats available and didn't really think anything of it.

Then, yesterday, I was talking about it with my co-worker, and decided to look again to see what was available. I checked it out and they had section 110, Row A available. These tickets aren't better than mine, as they are directly in front of the stage (which looks like about 75 yards away). However, I got to looking more at ticketmaster's website and noticed they have an "auction" area on there.

This piqued my interest so I went to see what they had available for auction. I figured this was where people who bought tickets that they didn't need were putting them back on the market for sale. Boy was I surprised.

It appears as though ticketmaster holds out specific tickets (yes, makes them unavailable to purchase outright), namely floors seats in the first through fifth rows of the first section (basically stage seats) and the first 5 rows of the lower sections adjacent to the stage (the section closer to the stage than my tickets), and offers these tickets "at auction" for considerably more than the face value of the tickets.

Personally, I thought "scalping" tickets was illegal. The opening bid price on the floor seats, first row are $205, while the face value is $48. Does that make sense?

It just pisses me off that I don't have a fair chance to purchase these tickets, outright, for their true price, but, instead have to pay the "going rate" for them. I think it's a sham and they should be reported to the Better Business Bureau. I'm going to look into it, and I'm also going to try to let the band know that someone is ripping off their fans.

Geez! I just realized that I really sound like a baby. No, I'm not pissed about not getting floor seats or anything. Truthfully, I don't want to be on the floor. I like where our seats are. They are a little further away from the stage than our seats at the John Mayer show, but it's also a smaller venue, so we might be just as close.

However, I am pissed that I don't even have the remote option of getting those tickets, as I'm not going to pay in excess of $200 for concert tickets, when I know the money isn't going to the band.

Okay, I'm off my soapbox!

Yeah, we had a pretty cool night last night. My wife got to enjoy some sushi and we got to hang out and have a few drinks and chat (outside of work) with some friends. Tommy Lee Jones was just the icing on the cake.

We went to Bluefin (downtown) for some sushi. Of course, I had a pizza, but sampled some of Adrianne's sushi. About 20 minutes before we were going to leave, Tommy Lee Jones walks in with two other men. I'm assuming one was a body-guard of some sort, because he kind of cased the joint before they sat down.



Adrianne remembered that she heard he was in the area filming a movie, but couldn't remember if it was in Mississippi or Arkansas. She did know it wasn't Memphis though. I guessed that he was staying at the Peabody, since that was the closest hotel to the sushi restaurant.

Anyway, I didn't ogle TLJ too much, and I didn't bother him while he was eating. I just thought it was neat to see a big movie star dining at the same place I was.

Okay, I'm going to go spend some time reading the junk on the Haven this morning. It's always fun after a loss. Now we have back-to-back losses, so we must be the absolute worst team in the league. I'll have to check with some of the brilliant minds over there to make sure though.

By the way, the weather here sucks! We've been getting freezing rain since early this morning. We've got wrecks everywhere and several bridges closed. However, schools are open. Yeah, that makes perfect sense, right?

Well, I'm coming around full circle and trying to post a little more often on here about things going on both inside and outside of my head. Today I thought I'd discuss this goofy dream I had last night.

I'm not sure how it started, but all of a sudden I'm back in the first house we lived in when we moved to Bowling Green, on Catalina Way. I'm in my room, complete with double beds. I'm my current age, but my room is decorated like I was 9 again.

I'm not doing much around my room when I decide that I need to use the bathroom. I head out into the hallway, but see that the bathroom door is shut. I know my sister is in there, so I don't bother her too much, but say "Hey Sis I gotta go!", just so she knows what's up. (This was a pretty common occurrence when we were growing up. Of course, I also had two older step-sisters, so me getting to use the bathroom was iffy at best, ever. We had a half-bath downstairs that was my bathroom. I'm the only person that ever used it, unless we had house guests.)

Anyway, back to the story... I head back into my room and right off the bat I see a spider crawling across the floor. Immediately I stomp on it, smashing it in to the carpet. Out of the corner of my eye I see a huge spider (like Komodo Dragon compared to an Iguana huge) crawling under the closet door to get away from me.

I yell for my sister to come in and help me kill the spiders and she immediately busts through the door. I say to her "See, I've already killed at least seven of them, but they're everywhere!" They were too. They were every size and color you could imagine. A couple even looked like they were stuffed animals, because they were so goofy colored.

We started smashing them by stomping on them with our shoes, throwing things at them, and my sister even just started to crush them with her bare hands. I remember saying somethign to her like "You shouldn't do that! What if one is poisonous and bites you as you're squashing it?"

Then I woke up. That's the only dream I remember having last night. However, I did get some more ideas for the movie that I'm slowly but surely putting a script together on. I don't remember if I ever mentioned that on here. Anyway, I had a dream a while back about something that I thought would be a funny movie. I've been using a lot of stuff in my dreams lately to put in the movie, thus I haven't been discussing them too much. I'm just hoping my script, if I ever get it written doesn't come across as a strung out bunch of one liners.

Anyway, I'm going to put my thoughts on paper about that now. Have a good one (whatever it is)!

I forgot a couple of things about the Super Bowl commercials yesterday.

First and foremost, many of them were based solely around violence. Don't get me wrong, I love some blood and guts, but really? That's all they can throw out there? Pretty weak folks! Pretty weak!

Secondly, unless you go to the theaters relatively often you wouldn't realize this, but... About half of the commercials from the game have been showing prior to movies for the last 6 months. The Coke ad (cartoon) where the "bad" guy turns good, well that one I saw back when I saw "The Prestige", and again when I saw "Smokin' Aces". The Honda CR-V (Crave) commercial? Same as the Coke commercial. All in all, there were probably 8 commercials which had already been seen.

So, to sum it up, again, they did a truly shitty job on the commercials for the Super Bowl, all except the Nationwide "Life comes at you fast" commercial with K-Fed. That one was amusing.

Okay, I'm finished ranting about that!

I'm sure there are 6 billion blog today talking about the Super Bowl and how great the game and commercials were. Well, I'll get to that, but I'm going to hit on some other highlights and lowlights of my weekend.

First off, as a birthday present for my beautiful wife, I bought two tickets to see John Mayer here in Memphis at the FedEx Forum. She'd been talking about going to see him for a while, and while I was skeptical about paying for it, I still led her to believe we weren't doing it. Originally, we had thought the Western had a home basketball game this weekend, so we were going to do that. When I realized that the game was the next weekend I had to switch gears. She had already made plans to visit everyone and their Mother, so I had to act fast.

I got with my contact at the Forum so that we could get some decent seats. After all, if I was going to pay for the show, I at least want to see it up close and personal. My tickets were sitting, waiting at will-call Tuesday morning. However, Adrianne had already talked with her Mother about spending time together and didn't want to crush her feelings by telling her we weren't doing anything this weekend and weren't coming in. So, with my hand forced, I called her Mom to let her know what was going on. I didn't want my birthday present surprise ruined, so it was worth it.

I picked up the tickets Thursday afternoon and found a birthday card for my love. I had originally planned on putting it in her bag that she takes to school with her, so she'd find it sometime during the day. All the while, leading up to this point, I made her think we didn't have any plans all weekend, even when she kept pushing and pushing.

Anyway, at 4 am on Friday, we found out that Shelby County Schools were canceled, so I had to adjust slightly. I knew she would be grading some papers sometime throughout the day, so I strategically placed the card inside her laptop. As they say, the rest is history!

The show was really good. We had good seats, just at the left-hand corner of the stage, about 4 rows up. Other than one drunk-assed idiot that kept standing up dancing, we had a great, unobstructed view of the entire show. I'll give this much to John Mayer... He sure can wail on a guitar.

We were supposed to meet up with some friends after the show, but we waited outside the club for what felt like half an hour (actually probably 10 minutes or less), but it was freezing cold, so we called it a night. Adrianne was happy with her birthday present, and we were both happy because we got to do something other than sit around watching TV.

Saturday came around and we didn't have much in the way of plans. Adrianne's been needing some new dress pants, so we went on that mission. The mission was, pretty much, a failure, except that she found some pants that she likes, but didn't want to buy them here. She's going to look in Kentucky this weekend, and, hopefully buy them there. I, on the other hand, found a pair of Johnston and Murphy brown shoes for $71. They were regularly $130, bu the store was going out of business and everything was 50% to 70% off. They didn't have much in the way of clothes left and I didn't feel like I was getting a good deal on a shirt that was still $135, after it had been reduced. That's just me though.

Saturday night rolled around and I decided I'd make Adrianne, Mary Jo, and myself some Indian food. I started cooking a little after 6 pm and finished shortly after 7. I missed Western's tipoff, but didn't think too much about it. It's a rarity that we get to sit around and hang out. I did have the internet radio broadcast on, but could barely hear it.

By the time we finished up eating and hanging out it was nearly halftime. I think I heard the last 2 minutes of the first half, and, needless to say, I wasn't happy. I listened through halftime, just to see what Mike and Hal had to say about our performance, anxiously awaiting the second half, and some serious change in our fortunes.

Well, it didn't happen. We came out in the second half as crappy as we were in the first half. Adrianne was sitting on the couch flipping channels when I decided, for the first time I can every remember, "Screw this! I'm not going to let this game ruin my evening. I'd rather watch a movie with my wife than end up being pissed off that we won. If we comeback and win, great. If not, then I'm not missing anything." Anyway, I was getting pissed off at the people in the chat room, so it wasn't doing my blood pressure any good.

We were down 17 when I closed Winamp and shut the lid on my laptop. We went on to watch the movie "16 Blocks" which was pretty good. After that we hit the bed. Yes, it was only about 10:30, but we planned on watching Saturday Night Live. I made it through most of it, but Adrianne was knocked out about 45 minutes into it.

Sunday morning we were both up pretty early, with nothing to do. There was nothing on TV and we couldn't go anywhere yet. It's amazing that, even in the day and age of everything, all the time, most stores still don't open up until at least noon. So, we sat around doing nothing. I read through all of the stupid posts (and a few good ones) on Hilltopper Haven and browsed the internet for anything of interest.

We ended up running out to a TJ Maxx to hunt down some pants for my wife. We found them, but, of course, she didn't like something about them. So, we returned home, still, with nothing to do. I ironed a couple week's worth of work shirts while Adrianne cleaned the kitchen and graded papers. We couldn't wait for the Super Bowl to get here.

We both were rooting for the Colts. Adrianne likes Peyton Manning and all of his goofiness. I like the Colts because I started watching them back when I lived in Owensboro. My old roommate there is a cousin of Ken Dilger, who was a tight end for the Colts at the time. He took me to a few games where I got to meet the whole family, so I just kind of latched on. It didn't hurt that my favorite team, the Raiders, absolutely suck balls!

Anyway, we both had our Colts t-shirts on and were ready to go. We made up a batch of meatballs, and, since we weren't having a crowd over for the game, I decided to just make some spaghetti and serve dinner before the game. We invited Mary Jo to come on down and watch the game with us too.

Obviously the game was enjoyable for us. We liked seeing Peyton get the proverbial "monkey" off his back. I hope, now, that all of the talking heads will just shut up about him, and let him continue toward being one of the greatest QB's of all time. I also had a soft spot in my heart for Tony Dungy. He's always seemed like a class act to me, even when he was with Tampa Bay (where he got ZERO acknowledgment for building the team that Jon Gruden ended up winning the Super Bowl with against my Raiders).

Now, onto the important stuff... I was thoroughly displeased with the commercials. There is always so much hype, but ZERO substance this year. Outside of two or three commercials, they pretty much sucked. I liked the Kevin Federline commercial and a couple of the Bud Light commercials, but really, cares about how much some computer program can boost your sales ability. Did they really need to show that one twice?

If you ask me, the commercials this year were a bust, and totally forgettable. However, Prince was pretty good during the halftime show. It, definitely, was better than seeing the Rolling Stones or Janet Jackson with JT. At first I didn't want to watch the halftime show, but once I realized it was going to rain, I knew I wanted to see it. Truthfully, I just wanted to see how Prince would handle it. He's never seemed like that "macho" of a guy, so I assumed he'd be a little bitch and half-heartedly do the show.

No way! He totally went balls out and played his ass off. I commend him for that. Actually, I even admire him for it. Hell, he could've easily been electrocuted out there, while playing an electric guitar in a driving rain storm. That's insane if you ask me. However, he played like a champ, and gets some major "cool points" from me.

Yeah, this was a long one, but I wanted to let everyone know what was going on!

Lastly, today is my big sister's birthday! Happy Birthday Sis!