First of all, my team... the Denver Broncos, weren't playing so I really wasn't into the Super Bowl. I still felt compelled to choose a team to root on and while I believed that the Colts were the better team, I really wanted the Bears to win since they once were the greatest and I wanted to see them go all the way again. The game itself was in my eyes what football is all about... big, muscle bound sweaty men in tight wet uniforms wrastling in the rain. The scoreboard kept me on the edge of my sofa, waving my hotwings like pom poms when either of the teams scored. Prince performed at halftime. Thanks to Janet Jackson's wardrobe malfunction a couple of year ago I was denied a glimpse of the Purple Highness's hiney through his infamous cut-out jeans (damn you Janet!), but my disappointment was short lived by his performance. What can I say, I just love the guy!
Even more disappointing than the final score though was the sorry line-up of commercials. Like many people I place just as much importance on the commercials as I do the actual game. High expectations are placed on these multi-million dollar ads and we want to be entertained. This is probably the only time that the viewers actually anticipate the commercial breaks. As each commercial started I found myself eagerly wondering if the next commercial would be the best and just knock my socks off. It never happened. At best I let out a couple of chuckles and an 'oh, that was cute', but there were no gut wrenching belly laughs.
Where were the Clydesdales? I saw them in the 'I want to be a Dalmation' commercial but no where else. No football playing horses. Not even the Bud vs. Bud Lite bottles. And since when is it acceptable to play last year's commercials? You're supposed to make NEW commercials guys. Come on, get with the program! And what's with all the stinkin' local commercials? Colorado make lousy, boring commercials, I don't want to see them during the Super Bowl. Grrrrrr!
Okay, I've got that out of my system. Now... on to my new hobby.
GEOCACHING.
Oh my gosh, this is so much fun! You get the GPS coordinates online, and track the location down using your GPS. Of course, it helps to know how to read the dang contraption. We didn't have a clue on Saturday and spent the afternoon walking around getting hot, getting cold, getting hot and then cold again. The geocaching coordinates are different than the ones Dickidoo uses at work so he wasn't much help. We never did find the 'cache'. That night Dickidoo and I did our homework, we got new coordinates, figured out our GPS and Sunday, before the game, the family tried again.
We kept this trip simple, staying within a few miles from the house. Two caches were ammo boxes with trinkets that can be swapped out with something we brought (we left 'spirit rocks' with tribal hieroglyphics etched or painted on them). The others were 'micro caches' that just contained a log to sign. Aided by little hints left by the cache stashers we were able to find all four caches. Go 'Team Snowfoot.' Woo hoo!
Anyhow, it was a really cool way to spend my anniversary.
Happy Anniversary Dickidoo. Where are my truffles?
I have always had an appreciation for nature and so it wasn't surprising that I eventually married an outdoors man. I spend as much time in the woods as I can, either hunting, hiking or camping. Unfortunately deep in the woods, high on the mountain or miles into the desert one can never count on the convenience of a clean restroom when nature calls. On more than one occasion the fear of being surprised by a snake or bear while assuming the position was enough to convince me that I really didn't need to go that urgently after all. Sometimes though, when you gotta go, you GOTTA go!
Come on over and play!
The girls have finally bonded. They kept me up the other night with their laughing and giggling, oohing and ahhhhing over girl stuff. I only got 4 hours of sleep thanks to their noise, but I didn't mind. They were actually playing nicely together for a change. And the reason? Rocky had discovered the art of make-up. It was a 'coming of age' celebration of sorts. Almost overnight Rocky, my little tomboy who always felt like an ugly duckling next to her big sister, had blossomed into a beautiful young woman. 
Today is 'National Hat' day. But more importantly it is Martin Luther King Jr.'s birthday, so I chose to observe that instead. Unfortunately my celebration was limited to a few brief reports on TV and reading some articles online after work. I was disappointed by the deminishing importance the day seems to have in the mainstream media. The latest Miss USA contestant de-crowning fiasco got more coverage. Sad indeed.
For Rocky, one of the few people who heeded my warning, it is devastating. She had so much faith in my prediction that she went to school and warned all of her friends about 'The Storm of the Century'. All of the Jr. High kids eagerly awaited yet another snow day to be announced this morning, which would come at the beginning of a holiday weekend - that would mean a 4 day weekend.
. Bar Crawling is definitely NOT a spectator sport!
"I know I am getting better at golf because I am hitting fewer spectators."
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