Random Musings

So these are just some random things that popped into my head while I was sitting here thinking about what to blog about today. None of them warrant their won blog post, so they are all mushed together.

Last Saturday my crimson and blue heart broke a little bit when KU lost in the 2nd round of the NCAA tournament. I can't really explain why I feel like I do about this. I didn't go to KU for college, I went to a small college in Iowa. But from birth I was raised to be a KU fan, mostly from my daddy. My daddy is seriously a HUGE KU fan. So is the brother in Greece. So is lulu my little sister. I can't explain it, it just is the way it is. I think KU has some of the best fans in the country, and I know only other die hard KU fans like myself understand how and why I am feeling this way, almost a week later. This is the first time I have "talked" about the loss since it happened, and from what other KU fans have said, they are the same way. What is there to say? It's SO HARD to watch those young men, all of which I have an enormous respect for, go out there and play their heart and soul out and have them broken on national television.

I know some people don't get it. The hubs, KU fan that he is since my family turned him into one, doesn't get it. Thankfully the brother in Greece gets it, and was happy to commiserate with me about it over Skype on Tuesday. Of course, he was 12+ sheets to the wind, but still. He knew where I was coming from when I said I hadn't talked about it, read about it, watched about it or listened to anything about it. I just can't. It's crazy to think an orange ball going through a metal hoop can cause all this, but it can.

That being said, I am SO HAPPY for my K State friends who are enjoying what us KU fans apparently took so much for granted, and that is an exciting and joyous march through the NCAA tournament. Although other Big 12 fans love to hate on KU, with the exception of Mizzou, I have nothing but love for the other schools. It hurt to have "friends" rub the loss into our faces, as I don't think I would do that to a friend (unless I was really drunk, there I said it), but I am happy to cheer for K State and watch them march on to the Elite 8.

Last night hubs and I were laying in bed talking, and he "wrote" a word on my arm. We do this a lot, it's not that weird. Usually it happens on Sunday mornings and the word is "brunch". But this was a Thursday night. He then asks me if I knew what he wrote. I confess that i was about 3/4 of the way asleep and told him I didn't even know he was writing. He said it started with a "q" and I immediately guessed queso. He said no, I'm not talking about cheese. I told him he could be b/c sometimes he smells bad like cheese. Then we went through all the ways he could be like cheese. There was a pause and I triumphantly announced "And you're a hunk!" I thought it was a REALLY good one. He kind of guffawed and I told him that was a good one! He said, yes honey, that was a good one. Then he really gave it some thought and laughed his ass off for about 10 minutes. So if you know my hubs in real life, make sure you tell him he's a hunk. Oh, and I also told him "at least I didn't call you a wheel". Yeah, not as good. But man, I really thought I hit the highest degree of pun with my hunk comment.

Tonight for dinner I will be making turkey and spinach lasagna roll ups, so stay tuned for a new recipe. And tomorrow I will attending a fun concert with my wonderfully talented bestie Ashley! We will be two SERIOUSLY hot ladies in cowgirl boots, so look for us at the birthday bash. Bye loves!