The Philly fans have taken over for the celebratory parade. There is no moving around downtown, due to overwhelming demand, public transportation is shut down and after 25 years, two million people plus have simply taken over this city in a sea of red & white. I am laying low and watching it all from my couch until 6pm when Halloween takes over my life.
You don’t have to be a Phillies fan (and I’m not) to appreciate what waiting 25 years for a championship means to this town.
This is what sports is all about. The big payoff. Enjoy it Philadelphia.
I was up late last night. I watched my husband and son cheer as their team, the Philadelphia Phillies won the World Series.
Many of you may not be familiar with the curse of William Penn. On top of City Hall in Philadelphia is a statue of William Penn.
When City Hall was built, there was a gentleman’s agreement that no building in the downtown would ever be built taller than the statue of William Penn. Well, no team in Philly has won a championship since they erected a taller building.
This city has been cursed. No championship for the Eagles, Flyers, Sixers and until last night….the Phillies.
Well, last year, our newest skyscraper, the Comcast tower was erected and on top of the new tallest building, they placed a small statue of William Penn.
So it seems that Mr. Penn is finally satisfied now that there is a mini me atop the Comcast tower and he can still look out over the city he helped design.
Congrats to Philly for lifting the curse.
(Just know it DOESN’T extend to the football season.)
Am I the only person who has a spouse that calls them from their car and says:
“Hi. My name is Mr. 1969 and my sign is Libra. I like a girl who can cook in stilettos while balancing a beer in one hand. If you’re looking for love….I’m your man.”
While THIS song is playing in the background? *sigh*
Tali 1 is having a mock election at school today. Last night over dinner, I asked him who he was voting for.
I asked him why he was voting for Barack Obama.
“Because then he will be the first Brown man to become President.”
So I decided to talk to him about why he should vote for a candidate. I told him that voting because you like someone is not really a good reason. I gave him an overview (in first grader terms) of what some of the issues are.
We talked about the war, the economy, taxes and health care. We wrote down what Obama says he will do vs. what McCain says he will do.
We talked about what the differences were and then I told him to vote based on who he thought was the best person to become President.
After much thought, he voted.
“Mommy, I would still vote for Barack Obama because I think everyone in America should be able to go to the doctor even if they have no money and I think the war costs too much money.”
This election as decided by my first grader.
It’s hard being the only girl in my house sometimes. I have these moments where I feel like all three of my men are vying for my undivided attention.
With a husband and two boys, they all focus in on Mrs. 1969 when they need something. I am the finder of lost paperwork, reader of stories, maker of cupcakes, keeper of justice and giver of hugs. Needless to say it gets to be overwhelming.
I often sit on the couch and watch as all three will slowly gravitate to sit up under me from wherever they are. Typically, Mr. 1969 will give up and head to our other couch once theboys overpower his position. Then somehow, I always end up with both boys sitting on me. LOL
It’s like two lions circling their prey except they just want to be near me…not kill me. I think.
I love all of the 1969 men to death but mommy 1969 is sensing a magical getaway coming soon. I don’t know where but it involves my best friend and a spa. Oh…and no men allowed!
You will be so proud of me. I laid on my couch today and took a nap. GO ME!
Yup, that’s right…I did nothing for two whole hours.
Well, okay…I’m not being totally honest with you. I woke up at 7am and worked out. After I left the gym, I hit the supermarket, then my farmers market. I came home and made my world famous breakfast burritos and fed the family.
At 11am, we left for Tali’s soccer game in the rain. While I was out there , I ended up getting another mom to walk around the track with me. She’s trying to exercise so I told her we could walk while the kids play. So we ended up walking about a mile before they finally called the game due to the rain.
When I got back in the house, I gave my two muddy children a bath and put them in warm, clean clothes. I made some delicious game day turkey chili and threw it in the crockpot so we could eat it all day. (GO PENN STATE!)
So after feeding everyone, I went upstairs, took a shower and promptly came downstairs and crashed on the couch for two hours. I swear….I really do try to relax. *sigh*
How’s your weekend going?
Why do husbands always want to get busy at either 11pm or later after watching Sports.Center, the news, Martin re-runs (after the women are already snuggled up in bed) or at 6am (when she needs to get up and get ready for work)?
Yesterday was one of those days. Extremely busy in the office and we had a scheduled team building outing. We went bowling *crickets*. FYI, I am the worst bowler EVER.
So I called Mr. 1969 and told him that he needed to get dinner together. He assured me that he would take care of it. I asked him if he wanted me to bring home some snacks for him to watch the World Series…..nope.
So I walk in the house around 7:30pm. I smell food.
Now let me preface this next paragraph by saying that my husband DOES NOT cook. Well, he’s married to a woman that adores her kitchen, so he doesn’t really have to cook. Just like I never shovel snow or mow the lawn. We just have our things that we take care of. Cooking is mine.
So I smelled food and proceeded to walk into the kitchen.
I should have taken a picture. He was frying chicken wings. There was grease EVERYWHERE. There was flour EVERYWHERE. It looked like an explosion in the Kuwait desert. In a seperate bowl was a ton of some type of buffalo wing sauce. He was dunking his greasy wings in them and piling them high on a plate.
“Wow honey! You are doing it up in here huh?”
I slowly walked upstairs, took a shower, and came back down in my sweats and sat on the couch.
I didn’t return to the kichen for the rest of the night. Being married means knowing when to shut the hell up.
And hey, I tried one and his wings weren’t half bad. LOL
Congrats to the Phillies on winning Game 1.
This past weekend was a busy one but still, lots of fun. My mom came up to hang out with us and on Sunday night, we drove together to my aunt and uncle’s 25th anniversary party.
My mom is so much fun to be around. We have always been close. When you grow up with a single mom, she becomes your mom, your best friend and your big sister all wrapped up in one. Between trips to find her the right outfit, the right shoes, a new wrap, some lipstick and candy for her grandsons…she kept me running as she always does.
The thing that nags at me when she leaves? I also noticed that she is now limping slightly when she walks due to the arthritis in her knees. She has gained weight since her two surgeries and is starting to slow down. I am staring to see the age in her face. My mommy is getting old.
Don’t get me wrong, she is still absolutely beautiful and always will be. But she is no longer the young vibrant woman that she was. As their child, you never picture your parents aging, getting sick, being mortal. You never imagine that they won’t be around one day.
Normally, she always has a spring in her step. This visit, my mommy looked a little tired. A little stressed. A little worn down. She had a major health scare two years ago and she just hasn’t been the same since. Most times, she is fine. This visit, the changes just stuck out to me.
I need to do better. I need to reach out and try to find ways to help her out. I need to spend more time with her. I don’t want to wait until it’s too late to show her how much I love her.