...and this here

Because reasons. 

Don't judge me!

i'm just gonna put this here...

On-demand football for when I need a chuckle.

just because

Oh, and because I'm sure you've been missing my silly little fangirl posts, here's a quickie for ya.

Have a pleasant Monday!

reason #5431 as to why i love my husband

This morning I got a message from my dear hubby with a link along with the intriguing wording:

With this you can get Matthews :) or Hemsworth for that matter.

And when I clicked the link, this headline popped up:



You need to see this hoodie. Via Topless Robot - no, it's not porn.

Back off ladies, he's all mine.

P.S. If you don't know He-Man, you won't get this at all...

fangirling

For my husband's 40th birthday, the whole family got together and made a dream of his come true - he was going to go see the Green Bay Packers play at Lambeau Field.  He was a kind husband and decided to bring me along to live the dream with him.  What a nice guy.

It was a great experience: the tailgating, the camaraderie, the look on my husband's face when he saw the stadium.  I couldn't stop smiling because I could see just how happy he was.  We entered the stadium and found our seats and were amazed at how close everything was.  When you see a game on TV, it looks like everything is so huge and so far away, but that's not the case at all.  Again - he was in total awe.

The teams warmed up on the field and exited so they could begin the introductions of the players.  It was pretty dang cool.  The bulk of the team ran out at once, and then they started introducing the more well-known members one by one.  It was then that I got kind of bummed because my dear Clay Matthews was out with an injury and may or may not be there to watch from the sidelines.  I hadn't seen him during warm-ups and there was no sign of him yet, so I kind of doubted I'd luck out.  *sigh*

The team takes the field.

But then, somewhere in-between Josh Sitton and not long before Aaron Rodgers, I noticed there was one person walking out onto the field who caught my eye.  He stepped out alone, unnoticed, wearing a blue warm-up suit, hood up over his head, and walked to the sideline.  There was something familiar about him, the broad shoulders, the walk, I knew who it was right away.  It was Clay.

I violently shook nudged my hubby and said, "It's Clay!  I found him!  Look. That guy there - walking onto the field!" and pointed right at him, but he had no clue who I was talking about and looked at me like I was slightly mental.  Frustrated, I completely ignored the odd looks he was giving me and went back to watching the man who I knew was the injured Mr. Matthews.  He walked over to Kevin Greene who just happens to be Clay's coach, who gave him a hearty slap on the shoulder.  Oh yes, this was him.

I had very few doubts about it, but because the rain was falling and it was in the lower 40's, I probably wouldn't have any definitive proof because he would keep that hood up all afternoon and there would be no blond hair to be seen.  But there was one little thing I forgot...The National Anthem.  Everyone please stand and remove your hats for the singing of our National Anthem.  No hats = no hoods.

It's him!  It's him! Ohmygodohmygodohmygod!

Somehow my brain became that of a teenage girl and I could see myself jumping up and down, wanting to leave my husband in the stands, run down onto the sideline which was conveniently right in front of me and make a complete fool out of myself asking for an orgasm autograph or something (because in my alternate reality, I wouldn't be arrested as soon as I stepped foot on the field).  Of course, a more mature, sane head prevailed and I kept it all inside.

Of course, that's not to say that I didn't glance down at the sidelines from time to time to see where he was and what he was doing.  He spent a lot of time looking right at me at the huge scoreboard over our heads, so even though the hood was back up, it was easy to find him...over and over again.

What?  I'm not obsessed.

I think if we were able to get to more games I'd get past the fangirling, right?  Possibly?  Maybe?  I guess we'll never know since the tickets are extremely expensive and the venue is almost 3 hours away.  Unless someone out there is willing to send me to "therapy".  Season tickets and limo service, anyone?  I'll try to get better...really!

a ray of sunshine

On yet another day when my Twitter feed was making me sad for humanity - the subject was either the terribly depressing and scary situation in Syria or the equally depressing and scary fact that people were devoting brain cells to a 20-year-old former Disney princess who will "rebel" to get as much attention as possible...like many others before her - I found one shining gem of a conversation:

 

 

Billy Zane swoops in with a line from Titanic for the win!  But that's not quite the end...

 

 

 

He gives Val Kilmer a Memphis Belle reference?!  Epic!  My high school self is full of squee!

 

It's moments like this random conversation between two of my former crushes (and the breaking news) that keep me signed up with Twitter.  Though most of it caters to those much younger than I am, Beliebers, people who like to #ReplaceASongNameWithTwerk, and beg celebrities for a retweet, it does give me a smile every now and then.

 

 



i *am* ready for some football

The chilly weather this weekend was downright fall-like. (The Weather Channel had deemed "Julytober" Note to TWC - combining words doesn't always work as well as Sharknado.)  The weather was perfect for my twenty-some-odd mile walk on Saturday.  I didn't sweat, didn't want to pass out from the heat, I was thankful!  On Sunday though, I woke up and put on the most comfortable snuggly clothes I could find...my big Packers sweatshirt and capris.  And it was cold and sunny-ish and we went to the store and all I wanted to buy was cheese, sausage and crackers and bugles and chili dip and pretzels and ranch dip...and I WANTED FOOTBALL FOOD!!!  And football! 

And it didn't help that my Twitter and Instagram feeds were full of pictures of Packers training camp. 

Full pads today. QB Aaron Rodgers on the move early in practice. #Packers pic.twitter.com/2d8T3GBmAI
— Green Bay Packers (@packers) July 28, 2013

And to top it all off...Clay's back!  Aren't you as excited as I am?

Their bikes were too small, so Clay just stopped to say hello to these triplets in 52 jerseys. #Packers pic.twitter.com/AunUawidAM
— Green Bay Packers (@packers) July 28, 2013

Gah!  The cuteness!

Okay, I love living in a place with four distinct seasons and I'm not quite ready for summer to be over, but this little taste of fall and football season leaves me wanting more. 

and on another note....

This picture was tweeted last week:

Huzzah! 

Football is coming back soon!

Happy Dance

son of jor-el!

The husband and I were going through a list of summer movie releases and trying to figure out which ones we were going to shell out $30 to see at the theater.  We really only go out to movies when we know that only a big screen will do them justice. 

We both said Iron Man 3 immediately and he chimed in with the new Star Trek movie, which I couldn't care less about, but that's him.  He also mentioned that he wanted to see the new Superman movie, Man of Steel.  I was completely let down by Superman Returns and have been completely leery of this new take on Supe as well. 

Until last night.

The new trailer came out and instead of little vignettes, it showed actual action and emotion and, well, I'm a little more hopeful now. 



Christopher Reeve will always be Superman to me.  It's the era I was raised in.  I had a secret crush on him for years when I was a kid.  Henry Cavill?

Yeah, I think I can make a little room for him in my vision of the ideal Superman...as long as the rest of the movie doesn't disappoint.

when is it swooning season again?

Not only is February cold and dark and all-over boring, but I have no men to watch! 

Football season is over, so no Clay Matthews.

We're in-between blockbuster movie seasons, so no Chris Hemsworth. (Okay, I watched the remake of Red Dawn, but that was made pre-Thor and he just wasn't the same.)

Mad Men doesn't return until April, so no Jon Hamm (unless you count award season, but I don't).

True Blood isn't back until the summer, so no Joe Manganiello.  Well, Twitter gives me odd photos every now and again, but it ain't no mostly-nude were-sex scene. 

I seem to be into the black and white thing today.  Aaaaanyhooters....

I'm dying over here! 

My dear friend just suggested that I browse Pinterest and though I've resisted for so long, I had a moment of weakness and caved and... oh my lord.  No wonder so many women are using it.  Sure, they say it's for recipes and fun crafty ideas and nifty outfits, but I bet you anything most of them are just browsing pictures of men they have crushes on.  I'm still going to resist the urge to sign up and will only use it in moments of terrible weakness which will hopefully happen only once or twice before at least one of these guys comes back with any regularity. 

I can handle it....really....I think.

weighing in on a very important subject

I know you've all been waiting for my opinion on the big discussion going on in the area today:

Clay Matthews' new sack celebration.



When we saw it live, my husband and I both cocked our heads to the side like confused puppies and said in unison What the hell was that?  Apparently my dear Mr. Matthews was watching Magic Mike and taking notes during his five weeks off. 

This might come as a surprise to many of you, but I can't say I'm a fan of it.  Maaaaybe if they had shown more than from the torso up it would have been a little more interesting, but that view just made it look like he was really getting into showering himself.  Can't say that does anything for me.  We missed out on the most important element and even then...nah.

I doubt he'll be doing that dance again anyway as he probably got quite a few jabs from his teammates for it and I'm sure the Packers inbox is full of emails from outraged mommies saying things like, "My 4-year-old daughter just loves you and I had to cover her eyes when you grinded your pelvis like that.  You should be ashamed of yourself."  You know - kind of like the whole Elvis hullaballoo.

Anyway, there's my two cents about that.  As-is - no, though I'd be willing to give it another chance if we could see the whole package.  No pun intended.

and now for a frivolous post full of things that make me happy

Okay, after all this seriousness and ickyness and deep thought, it's time for me to throw some stuff into the universe that makes me laugh, dance, giggle and swoon.

H-A-Double P-I-N-E-Double S

Darth Vader and Pee Wee?  Together?  This makes my little heart squee! 

Even the God of Thunder gives peace a chance.

How can you turn this song on and not shake your booty?

This song is completely different than the one above, but it makes me bounce around...no booty shaking, just bouncing...and smiling.

The fact that it's time to watch this movie again makes me happy

(Watch it now before it gets pulled)

And this picture makes me happy

This picture makes me very happy.

Rawr!

demi-gods don't dance

Ummm....  I don't know how I happened upon this, but I don't know that I'm glad that I did.


Though he took Patrick Swayze's role in the remake of Red Dawn, I don't think he'll be taking his role in Dirty Dancing if they ever decide to remake that one.

I wish I could un-see this...

twitterpated

Bright spot on a cold and rainy Thursday morning: Getting retweeted by Joe Manganiello, you know...Alcide from True Blood.  The guy I had that lovely random thought about last year? 

The cool, mature side of me thinks, "Heh, yeah, that's cool.  Who cares.  People get retweeted all the time."  While the apparent high school-aged immature giggling girl in me is all, "Oh my god, he likes what I said.  He saw my picture!  Does he think I'm the least bit attractive?  Does he think I'm witty?  Ooh - he probably just got out of bed when he did that, I wonder what he was wearing...if anything.  Or maybe he had just worked out and was all sweaty, messy-haired and shirtless.  Ohmygodohmygodohmygod!"

Ahem.

I'll carry on with my gloomy Thursday now, but while I'm filing folders away and eating lunch, you can be sure my mind will be somewhere else.  Oh, and the email I received stating that I was retweeted is going in my "saved messages" folder when I need it for another gloomy day.  Sad, yes, but a girl's gotta have a little inspiration from time to time.

good news/bad news

Today I found out that Jon Hamm is 41 years old.  I have mixed feelings about this revelation.

Good News: He's pretty dang close to my own age, so that fantasy of running into him somewhere, him being overwhelmed by my goddess-like presence, having one night of seduction and pleasure after which he becomes hopelessly infatuated with me and I have to let him down easy, seems a little more plausible.

Bad News: He's pretty dang close to my own age. I always thought of him as the hot older man.  He's not really older...at all.  Try less than 5 years.  This would qualify him as being in the same age bracket as I am, so does this mean others see me as being older as well?  Great, now I'm going to have a complex....

filling internet space with a whole lotte nuthin'

Hello friends!  I apologize for the delay in posting anything.  I've started a few posts that never really went anywhere.  One was a little poetic verse about the full moon we just had.  (Never finished it.  Couldn't put the right words together.)  Another was an ode to eye candy and how it doesn't make you fat.  (Nice pictures to look at, but not much else.)  The last was about something that happened to me twenty years ago that for some reason popped into my head and really shook me up.  I started writing about it on here, but then decided that it probably shouldn't be out there on the interweb and decided to use good old fashioned pen and paper instead.  We can discuss after a few drinks sometime.

So here the blog sits with nothing new to report.  I suppose I could go on about how we're finally getting our first snow of the season and people are making it sound like it's the end of the world.  Even that is cliche.  I've got nothing.  It's kind of sad.  I need inspiration!

I guess all I can do for now is post one of the pictures that was meant for the eye candy post.  Don't say I never gave you anything.


Why can't football players play dressed like this? 
Imagine how the ratings would skyrocket with the rise in female viewers!
(Or even a different demographic of male viewers.)



Or maybe this picture instead:



I seem to see some sort of long blond hair trend here. 
Crap.
I hate being trendy.



Okay - let's break that mold.



Hello Hamm!

 Okay, I'm done now.    Have a good day and hopefully I'll be back with something more entertaining later.

how do you say voulez vous....blah, blah *addendum*

Rob over at Topless Robot just posted this amazing trailer.  What's so amazing about it?  Well, it's the Russian trailer for the new Avengers.  This means that Chris Hemsworth and Robert Downey Jr. are speaking Russian! 

Well, okay, they're not the ones speaking it, but it's the closest I'm gonna get.


I think I might be on to something here...find Italian and Russian dubbed versions of movies that star men I find attractive.  Yes!  I think this shall be a new hobby of mine. 

Okay...carry on.

how do you say "voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir" in italian?

Oh, how I love languages other than English.  One of my goals on my bucket list is to learn Latin (and maybe Russian).  As a small town girl, I don't get much exposure to other languages.  We don't get many people here from other countries.  There were the AFS students that we had in high school but they were only speaking English - how boring.  We've always had quite a few Mexican immigrants who speak Spanish as a primary language, but um, no.  And don't forget the standard staples of French and Spanish throughout middle and high school, but asking questions like "Where is the library?" and "Hello, my name is ____.  What is your name?" get old very fast.  The only French I really remember is how to say "Two all-beef patties, special sauce, lettuce, cheese, pickles, onions on a sesame seed bun."  I don't eat Big Macs - this will not be useful to me.  Oh, I remember a few curse words that came in handy when my son was younger and I didn't want to swear around him as well, but that might be 4-5 words max.

Since I can't speak other languages (other than those few choice phrases and the songs that I sing in Latin in choir), I have learned to love listening to other people instead.  Namely men.  Namely extremely attractive men.  Preferably speaking Italian or Russian.

Words like "mozzarella" and "linguine" do not work for me.  I need sentences.  Poetry.  I want to hear the language flow from them like honey, and I want them to woo me with it.  Yes - woo.  And then they can have their way with me.  That's all.  It's not so difficult, is it?  I would not get as...um...er...frisky as Jaime Lee Curtis did in A Fish Called Wanda, but I would certainly melt and lose any strength to say no.  (And let me throw in a disclaimer here - my love of men speaking these languages is not due to this movie at all.  In fact, I had completely forgotten about that trait of hers until I watched the movie again last year.  My love of listening to the Italian language started in college, and Russian back when White Nights came out - blame Baryshnikov.) 



Alas, I don't know any men who fit this bill..  How unfortunate for me (and how fortunate for my husband) that we don't have the money to travel.  Maybe I'll have to invest in some Rosetta Stone software for him.  I'm sure he's always wanted to know Italian, you know - since he doesn't have a single drop of Italian blood in him.

Merde. 

i'm a good girl, i am!

So, did you watch Monday Night Football last night?  Packers vs. Vikings and the Pack won...big time.  It was a good game and I had to watch it all alone because my hubby's out of state for a few days.  (Ironically he's in Minnesota, but I digress...)

Unfortunately I was away from the game when it first started, but was listening to it on the radio and could hear that I was missing quite a bit.  Radio just isn't the same.  So when I was finally able to get home, I rewound the DVR (whoever invented that contraption is my hero) and was able to catch up on everything.

When dearest hubby called me this morning to check in (still intoxicated from excessive celebration, but I digress...), I relayed my story of distress over missing the good stuff and my relief due to the invention of the DVR.  He retorted, "Oh, I'm sure you were rewinding and pausing on Clay Matthews over and over since I wasn't there."

My jaw dropped.  "I didn't!  I swear!  I just watched the game and quietly celebrated every sack and every touchdown.  I even cheered for the second string quarterback who got to do the Lambeau Leap."

"Uh huh."

That's it?  Uh huh?  He didn't believe me?  I don't understand why he'd even think that...

I mean, what kind of a girl does he think I am anyway?

the man i love

I know I post quite a bit about men who make me occasionally swoon, but there's only one man who I truly love.  The hubster and I will be celebrating our 15th wedding anniversary tomorrow and I thought I'd take a moment to sing his praises.  Since I'll hopefully be far too indisposed tomorrow (wink wink, nudge nudge) to even touch my computer, I'll sing away today.

We've been together for almost 20 years now and still have no idea why we work so well together.  We're so very different, yet we can finish each other's sentences and laugh at the same non-existent  joke that we thought up at the same time.

He's a cave-dweller, night owl, loud music blaring, karaoke-singing, snoozing in the recliner, neat freak, sci-fi watching, left-brained, technology-loving, easily irritable, sometimes verging on asshole-ish man, but I love him.  I guess my outdoorsy, morning person, classical and jazz loving, choral-singing, never-taking-a-nap, probably too-laid-back, right-brained, drama watching, history-loving, sometimes bitchy self balances things out. 

And the thing is, even though we're so different, he's always encouraging me to do the things I love.  Telling me to get my butt outside when he can tell I'm getting antsy and staring out the windows like a little puppy who wants to go out and play.  He buys me art supplies to help me keep my creative side going.  If there's someplace I want to go, he tries his best to make it work so that I just might be able to go after all.

And to top it all off - he doesn't mind the fact that I post things about other men who make me swoon.  He knows he's the only man I love.

To my wonderful husband (who occasionally reads my little blog), I love you dearly.  Here's to another 15 years (hopefully more, as long as we stay healthy) of blissful insanity together.