Thursday, January 28, 2010

I just couldn't help myself, Jennie agrees with Focus on the Family. Sort of.

I can't believe I am posting about this, but here is yet another football post. And political rant. Or just a rant, which is more my style. This hullabaloo over the Tim Tebow ad has gotten on my last nerve. And here is why:

I am not a fan of Focus on the Family at all, however, I think that all sides should be allowed to voice their opinions. I see this ad as more of a "This woman had a CHOICE ad, not a down with abortion ad." Perhaps that is not what Focus had in mind, but if you think about it she was told by doctors to abort and she CHOSE not too. She had a CHOICE. She was not forced to abort as some nations would have required her, she was not forced to continue her pregnancy irregardless of her medical status. She was allowed to come to her own medical decision as a grown woman. Was it a stupid decision? Should she have aborted? I think we can all see that her son is rather exceptional. But whether or not he turned out as pedophile in jail or as a Heisman trophy winner she was allowed to CHOOSE for herself what was to going to medically happen to her body. I think that takes a very strong person to stand up to medical "experts" and say thanks for your opinion, but this is my body. I really don't think a government has any business in that decision, at all. I think that women's organizations (who I normally agree with) NEED to take that argument into account.

I am quite irritated at this idea that the Super Bowl is somehow sacred and that political and moral ideas/discussions should not be allowed. It is a FOOTBALL game people. I, for one, am more offended by the fact that beer and cleavage are the norm. That somehow allowing my children to watch stupid drunk guys picking up on scantily clad moronic acting women is way more appropriate. Or that smart assed talking animals are a much better water cooler topic. (The whole Janet Jackson nipple obnoxiousness was hilarious! People getting upset about a nipple, but half naked women pretty much performing a strip tease during commercials is WAAAY better. HA!) I doubt I will watch the game. Commercials have little appeal to me as it is, the mere thought that 30 seconds of air time costing $3 million disgusts me. Because that is a good way to spend money. Snort. (Um, hello starving people everywhere. But wait, we aren't supposed to feed them, are we Mr. Jackass from South Carolina?!?!) Seriously that is all this nation needs is more adolescent behavior regarding Bud Light; and ladies, I would actually like to hear your thoughts versus seeing your cleavage. But wait, there is a woman who made a decision using her brain (whether or not you agree with who funded it) and the outcome that it had on her family and well, American college football, and yes this woman with a brain that will be featured during the Super Bowl. Perhaps I will watch, if only to support that commercial.

Thursday, January 7, 2010

America's favorite pastime, ice dancing.

I don't remember my father watching football as a child. Well, I do remember it once while we were visiting my grandparents in El Paso we watched the Rose Bowl because Iowa was in it and that is where we lived at the time. I mean, my father went to K-State and he likes to give to Kansas people a hard time. He didn't appreciate it when I decided to go to MU. Then there was the time we lived in Oklahoma and the Manny was under going his potty training and my father dubbed the word Boomer for poop, so to this day when I here about the Boomer Sooners all I think about is poop. So there was football references in my childhood but not so many games on that I recall. I also have NO recollection of the Manny watching football, ever. But a few years at Florida State will change a person and now he is a football watcher.

Somehow about a decade ago I managed to fly to Germany and meet a Texan, fall in love, and marry him. I found out that he likes sports, a lot. We didn't watch t.v. in Germany because it was, well, all in German and for what ever reason we never really watched football when we lived in Las Vegas either. Or baseball, hockey, basketball, golf, horse racing, Nascar, windsufing. OK so maybe it isn't that bad. But this year has taken the cake as far a sports watching goes as far as I'm concerned. I like a little football, it makes for good background noise, as does baseball. I do love the Tour de France and the Olympics. I was in Mexico during El Mundial (World Cup) and remember quite well being in Amsterdam when Holland beat Iran for some soccer something or other. Man, does the rest of the world love soccer!

Tonight the husband called me on his way home to state that some game was on and would I please watch it with him. Oh and can we have game night food like pizza, wings, pretzels, and beer too? (I have since found out the game is the Rose Bowl, but why in God's good name is the Rose Bowl parade on January first and the game is today? And the food? HA! It was dinner time and I already had dinner going so Mr. Man was unable to further clog his arteries this evening.) I stated that I would watch the game but would need a book or something because I never understand anything that I am watching anyway and I get bored. Yes, even after watching my son play pee wee football I still understand not a damn thing about football. My dear husband politely reminded me that if I were to listen to him while he explained the game I would understand it by now. I told him that I understand baseball just fine and he watches plenty of that too. He told me that if he had to pick of the two it would be baseball. You know because there are sunflower seeds involved. Personally I think this is because there are something near a thousand baseball games on all summer. I, being the sassy person that I am, stated as much.

My dear husband reminded me that he quietly sat through an entire ballet named the Nutcracker a couple weeks ago. To which I replied:

Yes, it took ten years of begging to get you to go and you sat through 2 hours of a ballet. Perhaps I will take up watching ice dancing and all winter long promptly at 5 p.m. I will turn on ice dancing, break out the coconut flavored wine coolers and bon bons, not speak to anyone else in the house, not let anyone change the channel, make sure I watch the pre-ice dancing show and follow up by watching the local sports commentator on the news' take on the ice dancing. Naturally, I will scream at the ice dancers on television. Oh and if the family wanted to go out for dinner I will take them to my favorite ice dancing bar and will wear my favorite ice dancer's costume around all day. I will make sure that all members of my family had matching ice dancing costumes to boot. While at my favorite ice dancing bar I will once again ignore my scantily clad sequined family while I eat my bon bons go between watching the ice dancing on all 200 t.v.s around the place and staring at the male waiters in tights. And Lord help me if I were to actually go to an ice dancing extravaganza in which I had one too many coconut flavored wine coolers and ended up on the jumbotron, well that my friends would be such a highlight of my week that I would instantly facebook about it!

Now if you excuse me, the Rose Bowl is on and I must smoosh myself into a powered blue sequined leotard with skirt and enjoy the game and blow the froth off a coconut flavored wine cooler.