Are you ready for some football?

Are you ready for some football????????

It’s here!  It’s really, really here!  This is the time of year my husband impatiently waits for.  He salivates.  He drools in his sleep dreaming of it.  He is now in Reno, Nevada awaiting this evening’s kick-off of his first ever Mountain West Conference football game in the match-up between University of Nevada Reno and Colorado State.  He very carefully carted his zebra suit off to the airport yesterday morning in preparation for this battle on the gridiron.  He is in the big time now, baby!  I just wish this game was being televised so that I could record it for him.  I’m sure he can get a copy of it from UNR.  I’m glad his next three games are on TV.  

9/11/2007

Another anniversary begun with a feeling of dread. I've mentioned before that my husband is a Fire Captain and I am so proud of him. I also try not to think of what he encounters on the job. I try not to think of the dangers he faces every day he is at work. If I did, I'd go crazy. I would cease to function. I would be useless to my kids and to him until he's home safe and sound and then it would start again the next time he walks out the door. When he expresses concern over things that I do, I casually say, "Hon, I could walk out our front door and get hit by a truck." But I'm a smart-ass like that. I live in denial.

We just finished watching a documentary on 9/11 made by two French brothers who happened to be filming a documentary about a rookie NYC firefighter on 9/11/01. They revisited the firehouse where they filmed and interviewed firefighters that were there that day. It brought back all the fear and anger I felt back then. Part of me wants films like this shown every year so that people don't forget but then another part is afraid that the more people are reminded, they will get tired of seeing it and begin to avoid that part of our history. It's kind of like me averting my eyes from the mirror when my fat ass gets out of the shower. I know that I should look to remind myself to stay on my diet but then I figure if I don't look I won't see how fat I really am and, therefore, I'm not all that fat at all.

Why should I be so worried about a terrorist attack in Las Vegas? I think everyone who lives in a large city, especially a popular tourist destination that is easily accessible, should be worried. Do you remember that the 9/11 terrorists all met here in Las Vegas in the summer of 2001, supposedly to hash out their plan? ( And get lap dances and give lousy tips. Honest!) The authorities also think they were gathering surveillance footage of our city for future attacks. That's why I'm worried. That's why I won't sleep until my husband walks through the door after his shift is over. And he wonders why I can stay up until 3 a.m. when he's working but can't stay up to watch TV with him past 11 p.m. when he's home. Hmmmm, dunno!

Tubey is finally done

If you remember, I started Tubey as my Knitting Olympics event and Bode'd (Bode Miller, who?) it. I just got tired of carrying that albatross around my neck so I finished it last weekend. It took me a few hours and had to do the bind off twice. Can I just say that I don't feel that this pattern is attractive on my plus sized body? It is comfortable, though. I'll probably wear it around the house this fall. What is really stupid is that I, who never wears anything that exposes my arms, want to knit a tank top. Shouldn't I have started this when the weather was cold so I could wear it this summer? That's what's dumb. Now to find a plus sized friendly pattern.