It might save your life. It might save mine.
Please share with anyone you know who texts and drives and any new drivers.
(Thanks to my friend PF3 for sharing on his Facebook.)
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"He who passively accepts evil is as much involved in it as he who helps to perpetrate it. He who accepts evil without protesting against it is really cooperating with it."
~Martin Luther King, Jr.
A falling cell phone will land in the dogs water dish. Even if that means the phone has to take a crazy ass bounce and a completely unnatural trajectory on it's way there.
Yeah. That fuckin' happened. I watched it all go down in the kitchen in slow motion, yet, not slow enough that I could actually do anything to prevent finding out if a cell phone floats.
So one new cell phone later all is good in the hood, after a brief and panic stricken moment (ok, full day) that I thought I'd lost all of my contact list.
After livin' with this new phone for a few days, I have found out I'm older than I think. Apparently, the keys are too damn small. It makes me a bit sad to find this detail out, but it is certainly the hallmark of getting too old. Next thing ya know the BBGWorld is gonna be filled with nuthin' but stories of how much gas and bread were back in my day, how far I had to walk in the snow to school and diatribes on Depends. Don't be surprised if some time soon I have to change the blog name to the OBBGW (Old BBGWorld. You have been warned.) ...Maybe I'm just a giant? (crosses fingers)
I'm sure (hopefully) this is just a period of adjustment, ya know, gettin' used to the new set up of the phones letters and numbers. I'll keep you up on this...
Yeppers. Double D has guys night. Not every week, usually once, occasionally twice a month. Me? I don't mind. As I told him a long ass time ago, a girl who isn't down with you getting away and hanging with your buddies is either; A) insecure (in herself, you, or the trust and boundaries of your relationship) or is 2) resentful of the time and energy you're spending elsewhere, or with other people; which really means that she is resentful because she feels that she isn't getting your best, they are.
Cotton? Fiesta? Orange? Rose? NOT bowls. Ok. I've seen oranges in a bowl, but it's called a fruit bowl.
This time of year I find myself slightly, albeit probably overly, perturbed at the monikers of the bowl games. In my perfect BBGWorld, bowls are actual bowls. I find it misleading and disingenuous. It sticks in my crawl. I just want things (and people) to be what they fuckin' purport to be. That's all. Is that too much to ask? It taints my post season enjoyment of a game I'm not particularly knowledgeable or passionate about.
Tonight is the Sugar Bowl, while not the big daddy National Championship BCS game, at least it is a bowl. Nay, a bowl we can be proud of because of it's accuracy. The Big 10 has not fared well on the national stage this year. And by "not fared well", I mean have managed to lose every single match up in an epic craptastic display over the past few days.
Hopefully the Buckeyes can break that streak. Although, I find myself not uber-ly confident as we never seem to be able to adjust to the speed and spread of the SEC. But a girl can hope and dream. And do a shot o' Beam.
In the name of being part of the solution and not the problem, I humbly submit my suggestions for potential bowl sponsors and names:
-The Orville Redenbacher Popcorn Bowl
-The American Standard Toilet Bowl
-The Campbell's Soup Bowl
-The General Mills Cereal Bowl
-The Pyrex Mixing Bowl
-The Chiquita Fruit Bowl
-The Hidden Valley Salad Bowl
Honestly, my names and sponsors are better matches than the real bowl games--
Kraft Fight Hunger Bowl, GoDaddy.com Bowl, R+L Carriers New Orleans Bowl, Beef O' Brady's Bowl, to name a few.
Until we can have Bowl naming reason in this country, I'll leave you with a hardy, Go Bucks! Bring home the Sugar Bowl!!
UPDATE: BUCKEYES WIN! BUCKEYES WIN!!!
Razorbacks broke a few of our players, and OSU practically killed me with their lack luster play in the 2nd half, but ultimately pulled out a victory. Kudos Coach Tressel & team!
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