One week from today I will be in my hotel room in Toledo, Ohio, getting ready to head into Ford Field, home of Super Bowl XL. Below are my three Super Bowl wishes:

1) Steelers win their 5th Super Bowl, the ‘one for the thumb’
2) The game’s a blow-out. I don’t want one of those ‘one for the ages’ games. I just don’t think my heart could take it!
3) Jerome Bettis is the Super Bowl MVP. It’d be a fitting way to end his career.

Ok, so you know it’s a weird day at work when you offer to flash your co-worker, when your male CEO asks to borrow your clothes and when the women in the office compare the length of their leg hair. I’m not making any of this up. Perhaps you’d like some more details…

Quri was griping about our lack of employee manual, defined vacation time, etc… and, to ease her fury, I offered to flash her in an attempt to make her laugh. She turned me down, but said she might be interested some other time. We goof around about our boobs often – hers are huge and mine are … um … not huge.

Gary is the CEO and is very much in tune w/ his femininity. When people ask if he’s gay, he says, “Yes, I’m a lesbian.” Anyway, he likes my wardrobe and today I wore a pretty shirt, which he’d like to borrow. He also wants to borrow my fuchsia shrug and my crocodile kitten heels among other random pieces of clothing.

Then, who knows how it came up, but Quri said something about her leg hair being soft because she hadn’t shaved in so long, then Ty whipped hers out then Kris, our visiting IT support gal, showed us her leg hair. Quri won. Having recently shaved my legs, I was unable to participate in the leg hair showdown.

I talked to Kristen for like a nanosecond last night. I miss her. I really want to see her belly. She’ll probably start showing in a few weeks. I’ve requested that Erich take a picture of her profile every month so that I can see her progress from one stage to the next. When that baby’s born, I have no doubt I’ll want to move to West Virginia to be closer to him. Him. I keep saying him, but we have no idea what the sex is. February 17 is when we’ll find out!!

Swing, swing, swing from the tangles of my heart…

I’m missing your bed, I never sleep, avoiding the spots where we’d have to speak…

Walking tall, you bought it all, you were not the same after that… till someone died on the water slide, you were not the same after that…

What’s the deal w/ my brain, why am I so obviously insane…

Random snippets from my ipod. Alipod is what my computer knows it as. Pretty retarded, huh? Scratch that – shouldn’t say retarded. Special Olympics is about to go into full gear. I need to take some deep breaths before it happens. Once it’s in play, I’ll be on the phone w/ media people, writing my ass off and running around like a crazy person. And I wouldn’t trade it for anything. I love it. This year I’m the numero uno media volunteer, which is really daunting. If there’s no media coverage of the summer games this year, it’s my fault. Seriously. If you’re reading this and you live in North Carolina/RTP area, please volunteer for Summer Games! You’ll have fun, I promise!!

The Super Bowl excitement is beginning to diminish just a little. It’ll pick back up around Thursday of next week for sure. I’ll probably try to post some pictures on here while I’m in Detroit. I’m going to have to download the images from my camera every night because I plan on taking a million pictures. Shocking! LOL.

Back to the employee manual I go…

The Steelers are going to the Super Bowl! Who knew?? I’ve been so absorbed in going to the Super Bowl myself, that I kinda forgot that my black & gold boys would be going there, too. After the virtual snowstorm of excitement fell, it dawned on me that I actually had to make plans to get to Detroit. So, I spent a giant chunk of time on the computer last night trying to figure out a game plan for going. No pun intended. At this point it appears as though we’re going to fly into Cleveland on Friday, stay in Toledo and fly out of Cleveland on Monday. Yeah, it’s kinda weird, but it works. And it’s better than spending $800 to stay at a hotel in Detroit. The actual tickets should arrive in Raleigh on Thursday and I’m anxious to see where our seats are. Not that I care. Honestly, it doesn’t matter where I sit. I’m thrilled to even be in the same stadium – city – state – as the Super Bowl. Wow. Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow!

Now that I’m no longer nervous about the AFC Championship or super excited about the game, I think I’ll get my first good night of sleep since Friday. Hooray for sleep!

“Earlier this week the Season Ticket Holder Super Bowl Lottery was run in the event the Steelers play in Super Bowl XL in Detroit on February 5, 2006.

We would like to congratulate you on being chosen at random in the Lottery to receive 2 tickets.


As happy as I am right now – I haven’t stopped smiling in nearly two hours – the reality of the whole thing hasn’t quite hit home. I cannot believe this is happening. I’m so beyond thrilled.

I’m listening to Linkin Park. It makes me want to go running. Between the summer of my junior and senior years of college, I lost a lot of weight. I walked/ran for five miles every single day. And when I was exercising, I generally had a Linkin Park CD in my Sony Walkman. This was in the days before ipods and when I would run, I’d have to hold onto the walkman tightly or the CD would skip like crazy.

Speaking of music, I’m really into three songs right now. You should listen to them.
The Shins – New Slang
Weezer – Perfect Situation
Depeche Mode – Precious

This is one of the best websites I’ve ever come across: This guy distributed a ton of self-addressed postcards and requested that people anonymously write their secrets on the postcards and send them to him. Some of the postcards are really touching. The one with the key breaks my heart and I don’t even know the person.

There goes the ambulance again. There’s a retirement home right across the street from this office building, and several times a month an ambulance goes screaming by on its way to get an ailing old person. On these days, I can’t help but be reminded of my own mortality and it’s depressing.

I’m now completely immersed in Steelers mania. I figure I should be absorbed in it as much as I can now because you never know when this ride might end. Could be Sunday. But I have faith in my team. Did you know I was brought home from the hospital in a Steelers outfit? When people ask how long I’ve been a fan, I say since conception. I never had a choice. My grandmother made a Christmas present from me to my parents when I was three months old. It was a photo album loaded w/ pictures of baby me. In nearly every single picture, I’m in a little Steelers outfit. No pink or pastels for me. Oh no. I was decked out in black and gold from birth. I think I became a more passionate fan when I moved away from home. Being a Steelers fan keeps me more connected to Pittsburgh.

I’ve gotta run to the bank and Kinko’s now. I was wondering aloud to Tylila earlier today the origins of KINKOS. Is it supposed to make someone thing of KINKY? Everyone knows sex sells, so I may not be far off base!