I am doing an extra load of laundry tonight with the sole purpose of washing my socks.
These are just any socks. They are green and red striped Christmas socks. They have a little bit of sparkle and are becoming paper thin. They have become stained on the bottom from the number of times I have worn them. They are special. I wear them for good luck.
It started in the post season last year. Every time I wore the socks my beloved Cardinals would win. Those days I wore other socks were days when the Cards lost.
I wore them while watching the game Friday night against Atlanta. The Cardinals won (yes… I know it was a bad game with some really bad calls but they still won). Sunday, when the Cardinals lost to the Nationals, my lucky striped Christmas socks were in the laundry. I washed them that night. I wore them Monday- and the Cardinals won. I did laundry last night, wore them today, and my boys won big time today.
What can I say? These socks have some power. So I will wear them again. I would hate to let all of Cardinal Nation down. There is a lot of pressure on these socks. I don’t know what I (and the redbirds) am going to do when they are so worn out they become unwearable.
Like the Bud Light commercial says: It is only crazy if it doesn’t work.
What do you do to help your team win?
I just had a woman come into the shoe store and rub my belly. She told me how good I looked after having my baby.
I didn’t have the heart to tell her it had been over 5 years since he was born. She asked what I had. I went with it and said a boy.
I am just happy that she didn’t congratulate me for being pregnant.
This afternoon the boys and I were sitting down to start writing thank you notes from their birthday. As we were making the list, Bubba reminded me that he “Definitely can’t forget to write Paige a note” since she gave him a pretty cool erector set thing.
Dude had to add a bit of teasing about Paige being his girl friend.
Bubba said “Yeah she is my girlfriend but there are a lot of other girls that want to be my girlfriend.’
I gave him a look that said “Really?”
Bubba’s response is priceless:
I can’t help if all the girls want to be with me. I’m just that great!
Oh My Stars. He is in first grade people!! I am not sure what his ego is going to look like when he gets to high school.
Just saw a short snippet on NBC nightly news (before the hubs changed it) about the upcoming debates. Here is the dialog between the Hubs and I that followed.
Me: Why’d you change it?
Dude: Cuz I want to watch Kung Foo Panda
The Hubs: What he said.
M: When is the first debate?
M: We should probably watch that.
H: Are you on the fence?
M: No. It won’t change my mind about who to vote for.
H: Then why are you going to watch it. You know we will just get mad.
M: Yeah but we need something to counter act all the damage that watching “Real Housewives of where ever has done.
H: uh… am I supposed to respond to that?