Dirty, sooo dirty

Who would have thought that Monday Night Football would have been so entertaining? It was the Brett Favre show all the way! I don’t even really like Favre or the Packers, but he covered the spread, and that’s all I care. Although I have to admit that what he pulled off last night took skill, and I’ve got to commend Favre for that. I still won’t say “Go Packers!” That’s just wrong. So all in all, looks like Champ is about even – 7 and 7.

This just in, Denise Richards (of the Charlie Sheen kind) also has the fear of vomiting. Who would have thought we would have had anything in common.

I haven’t had a chance to give the low down on KC’s soccer game last Saturday. It was a little strange. She is in fourth grade now, so I guess that takes it up a notch as far as intensity goes. Oh, her team wasn’t intense – it was the coach from the other team. And our coaches don’t know anything about soccer…no, they really don’t by their own admission. But I was good. I didn’t say much – until Saturday at the game. I helped the coach put in the subs. He had no clue. Literally. I have more to say on this at a later time.

Perhaps the biggest news is in regard to an external link to my blog that I noticed yesterday. This is unbelievable, I know, but very true. With the sleuthing expertise of Gracie, we tracked the source to a gay talk show. By gay, I don’t mean stupid. I mean that the host is a transvestite that enjoys having sex with other men. Somehow or another a link to one of my posts appeared on the podcast show notes. Of course I downloaded the podcast to hear why in the world the guy/girl would be interested in my blog. All I knew is that the link was in reference to the Jesse Ventura post.

When it came time for the show host to talk about Ventura, the host started reading my post. He got a line or two into the post, and then you could hear his tech guy in the background say, “Uh, that’s just a blog. The link is in reference to the picture.” The host did inadvertently say the title of the post a few more times, though, and that got some laughs (Entertainment, poop, and other drivel).

It was exciting and nasty at the same time. Why couldn’t he like me for my writing (even though I’ve produced nothing short of crap of late)? I feel so dirty.