him everyone to play out of their minds this year.
Maybe we should change the fight song to "Money Changes Everything".
Not to mention that dogs need rules and loving discipline (like toddlers), and dogs want to be dogs, not your fantasy lover/child.
The only time I ever medicated my dog was on a vet's recommendation. Doggie downers for thunderstorm phobia. The poor thing went through hell if I didn't give her something.
My parent's next-door neighbors were a nice elderly couple who were richer than just about everyone not playing a major pro sport. They lived in a nondescript house, drove Ford Crown Vic's (what else?!), bought their clothes at Marshall's and got their haircuts at Great Clips. A big night on the town was dinner at Frisch's. I asked her once why they didn't spend their money on all the big ticket items others do, and she told me they worked too damn hard for it to piss it away on junk that had no meaning. There were quite a few Muirfield residents who had really nice houses but didn't have much inside them. Envy the 1%? Not me.
Was anyone else listening to Urban's radio show last fall when Shelley called in? She used a fake name (Sasha) and started riding his ass...until he figured it out! They proceeded to playfully tease one another for a few minutes. Obviously, no outsider can know what really goes on in someone else's relationship, but from the outside, they seem like a wonderful couple. And I really dig Shelley/Sasha!
He is an amazing young man. I'm a fan...but I'm a fan of Braxton and JT, too! It's kind of like having to choose which one of your kids is your favorite.
This is what makes the rest of the country roll their eyes at the mention of Buckeye fans.
I'll be burning my tickets in front of the statue of Woody Hayes in protest.
And yes, I am a real Buckeye...born and bred. I know I am in a tiny minority, but I will die on this particular hill.
This is going to sound crazy, but the most pain I was ever in was when I broke the little toe on my left foot. OMG, it hurt so bad I couldn't even stand having a sheet over my foot. They took an x-ray, said "yep, it's broken," and sent me home. No boot, no pain meds, no nothing. Took forever to heal, and I'm not sure it ever did heal correctly. It happened over 20 years ago and it still hurts when conditions are right.
I am glad Braxton's having fun. Really, I am.
But...the mom in me went: Oh my goodness, get the hell off that thing! If you fall and hurt your damn shoulder again, don't come running to me!
Steve Spurious quote: Can't spell Citrus Bowl without UT!
I don't drink beer, but I like the idea of the craft/local beer sales. The fact is, college kids today seem to have a lot more spending money than I and my friends did 30 years ago, so I think affordability isn't that large an issue.
I would like to add an admittedly minor annoyance that I'd like to see changed: the inability to go back into the Shoe after you've left. I don't see any reason why other B1G stadia can manage this and we can't, other than just plain "don't wanna do it."
Yup. I met Dave Krieg when I hired him to speak at a corporate event. His hands aren't much bigger than mine (average woman).
I had to go to an office on Cleveland Avenue and get fingerprinted when I got my pre-check last year. Worth the hassle, though.
On the positive side, the humanities teach one how to think. Symbolic logic was probably the most useful course I took at The. Critical thinking is sadly lacking today, imho.
What pisses me off at my beloved A&S: I'm the degree-holder. I'm the one they call when they want money. I'm the one who gives money to them. Yet the insist on addressing their alumni mag to my husband. Despite my emails, they continue this mad behavior. It may be a little thing, but if you want me to continue giving you money, at least pretend to value me.
Sorry, but I was a Cowboys fan long before Jerry Jones came on the scene. How can you hate the Cowboys when one of the (very) few true heroes in the NFL is a Cowboy? Native son of Ohio, still married to his high school sweetheart, graduate of the US Naval Academy and veteran of Vietnam (who did his tour in-country), two-time Super Bowl QB, Heisman Trophy winner, and all-around decent human being...Roger Staubach. Hell, he saved Hollywood Henderson's life when Hollywood was a coked-up, washed-up lost cause.
Roger Staubach is the real deal.
I don't get it. Hairball on a fainting couch with an Emily Bronte fur wrap is cool? No.
UFM throwing out the first pitch at a Yankees game 48 hours after getting his appendix out is cool. Zeke strangling sharks with his bare hands is cool. Get it together, scu_.
I know. The people on the coasts, who aren't quite sure if we in flyover country have indoor plumbing yet, are quite sure we don't know how to add.
Thanks, Jim Delany.
I remember feeling kinda sorry for Justin Zwick (lest we forget, wags around town were calling him "Justin Time" preseason). The minute Troy Smith took over there was just a different feeling in the ol' Shoe. I knew Justin was done.
Eddie George seems to have done OK.
And Ditka's, while not a sports bar, is kick-ass.
I recommend Sam Kinison's routine on why Jesus was never married:
Viewer discretion advised, btw.
Re the dad bod: Sadly, I know for a fact that many of my fellow females, once past the years when everyone looks good, resolve that the size of your gut really doesn't matter. It's the size of your wallet that matters, fellas. The mister and I were at a Short North bar last weekend. Lousy service, so he went up to the bar while I waited at the table. How long did it take my paunchy, balding love bug to be approached by a predatory female? About 5 minutes.
Sorry to be the one to break that to you.
No more impaired drivers! Until the robots discover tequila...
My Patriot hate is all warm and tingly today. And let's face it: the reason people like Tressel and Brady get nailed to the wall when their (arguably lesser) cheating is exposed is because they are portrayed for so long as perfect people. Tressel wrote books and made speeches telling everyone else how to run their lives for years. Brady is Captain America: Super Bowl MVP, daddy of the year, and married to a supermodel (who deflated his balls years ago, but that's another story). We love to elevate people...and we love to see them fall
On another subject: I'm counting on the great 11W folks to let me know at which Indians game Cardale will be throwing out the first ball. That's worth going to Cleveland for!
I just hope he's reconsidered this...
"Not everybody's the perfect person in the world. I mean everyone kills people, murders people, steals from you, steals from me, whatever. I think that people need a second chance, and I've always looked up to Mike Vick, and I always will."
I suppose the Florida media is going to claim he was lying about this, too...
Get well soon, coach!