I think Tuesday is my favorite blogging day.  I like the disorganization I’m allowed.  I’m taking time to write this while Jake stands nude at the top of the stairs refusing to get dressed.  I told him he’s to stay upstairs until he’s ready to get his clothes on and he’s screaming, “I need you to come upstairs!” so I asked if he’s going to get dressed and the little turd said “I can’t tell you!”.  I mean REALLY.

I was in super sob mode after reading the tragic post yesterday, so when my friend Abby called me to meet her out for a beer on my way to the grocery store so I could meet her sister, I did.  Little did I realize that I’m not capable of having A beer.  Especially when they’re free.  I don’t understand why people ask if I need a beer, I’m always going to say yes.  I could have a 6 pack in hand but my impulse reaction is to say yes.

So I never made it to the grocery store.  Instead, I tried to Twitter the GNO party from my cell and about blew it up.  Getting 50 @ replies in 5 minutes was a bit overwhelming, so I turned that off and watched Green Bay get destroyed my New Orleans.  It’s all good, I still won my fantasy match up and secured my place in the playoffs.

Speaking of Fantasy Football, expect a league update in the next few days.  The Charlotte Observer heard about my quest to teach the women of the world football and interviewed me about it.  They’re going to be putting that to print in about 2 weeks, so that’s exciting.

In a perfect world, ESPN would email me offering to host my course next year.  I want to have it go national so I’ll need backup, and I’d like to have an amateur and an advance training course offered.  The amateur will feature an auto draft and a weekly training tip while my advanced course will have a live online draft and more extensive weekly training tips.

I think I can run them by myself, but I’ll be needing some major sports network to host and sponsor it.  I’ll have no problem writing up my lesson plan and emailing/posting it weekly, but fielding return emails might pose as a challenge, depending how many leagues we create and how many players have questions.  As of now, I have a waiting list of about 100 women waiting for next season, and the numbers are growing.  If anyone has an in for me, I’ll repay the favor someday.

Spencer and Heidi getting married is the saddest, stupidest thing I’ve ever heard. That woman needs to watch her show.

I still have to go grocery shopping.  I don’t have the energy for it.  My house is all boogers and vomit today.  It’s pretty sad (and horribly disgusting) to see my lab shaking with glee as my 7 month old hurls on the floor.  It’s like a buffet for him or something.  Better than turds from a litter box.  Whats even worse is that I LET him eat it off the floor.  He does a way more efficient job getting everything cleaned up than I could.

The last thing I want to do is clean up, cook dinner then have to go shopping.  I LOVE grocery shopping, don’t get me wrong, but it’s a sport for me and if I except to kick the store’s ass I need to bring my A game.

Jake’s now rolling on the floor and I think he’s forgotten why he’s upset.  Josh is very entertained by this tantrum.  He keeps crawling over to Jake and punching him in the face.  That right there makes this whole fit worth it…