Monthly Archives: February 2009

Hankering for fur babies

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It was about this time in Owen’s toddlerhood — 19 months or so? — that I got pregnant with Mac. Now that I am definitely not wanting to be pregnant for a good long while, my body is telling me I need to fill that void. It’s whispering, kiiiiiiiiiittens. Kiiiiiiiiittens.

And I say No! I am allergic. Plus Iain hates cats. Go away.

And then my body whispers, louder, like a stage-whisper only I can hear, Puuuuuuuppies. PUUUUUPPIES. PUPPIES!

And then I have to smack my own hand, because I know for a fact that I could not handle puppy training right now. Nor could we afford kibble. Or a fence.

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But goddammit I want a puppy. PUPPY FIESTA. Rain of puppies! Noodly little balls of fur! Pile of puppies! Bring it!

No! Yes! No! Yes! NO BUT I WANT ONE! Oy.

My first Superbowl

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I am huddled up under some blankets on the couch, popping chocolates and watching that insane play where that Harrison guy ran and ran and ran and Iain started stomping and getting really loud. I just saw Bruce Springsteen slide crotch-first into the camera. And I’m texting a few fellow Steelers fans (am I suddenly a Steelers fan?). I let the kids stay up a half hour later, but then those damn Doritos commercials came on (wtf, Doritos) and I rethought my decision and put ‘em to bed.

I’ve never watched a whole football game before. Seriously. But I have to tell you, this Steelers thing is infectious. Everyone at the Giant Eagle this afternoon, where I did my grocery shopping, was dressed in black and yellow. I saw a lady with a Steelers PURSE, for crying out loud. And Iain has been hopped up for days. I mean, if you have to root for a team, this is a fun one to pick.

I am even kind of retroactively excited about that time I saw Lynn Swan at a burrito place. Pretty cool, Pittsburgh. Pretty cool.

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LORD that was tense. What an awesome game. I don’t even like football, but that? That was awesome. Wow. Go, Steelers!