Sorry I haven’t posted much this week.

Yesterday, the town had a parade and we missed it because my youngest had a baseball game. I love parades. There’s a committee trying to bring back community involvement and things that we had as a child that our children have experienced, like a parade. This was the second year that our town had a Fall Festival. It’s held on top of the hill in my town near a park and they line the street with Vendors and use the park to do various activities with kids. It’s growing a little in its second year. I’m sad that I missed the horses in the parade and the Shriners in their little cars. And seeing my oldest son ride proudly on the fire trucks. But not sad that I missed a creepy clown. There’s like one clown I like or maybe more than one and that’s only because I know the people behind all the face paint. I was okay with clowns until I saw IT. I think that’s the Stephen King movie with the creepy clown. My Sister-in-law hates clowns. My mom said she heard Bagpipes yesterday too. Very upset that I missed them. Love, love, love listening to the Pipers.

Anywho, looking for some topics because I feel like I’m boring everyone to death over here.

My fifteen year old wrote this today for an English project. He’s a romantic at :love: and I worry sometimes about him getting his heart broken because he’s such a sweet kid. I thought this was very sweet. He wrote it for his girlfriend whether or not she deserves it, we shall see.

Through the rain and foggy day, I see someone looking for me.
Who this is I cannot say, But many may know who this could be.
We walk for miles and miles ahead, Passing everyone we cannot see.
For people in this place are among the dead, These people have no meaning to me.
On and on I say I love her, On and on she says you too.
And after this my heart would flutter, And both walk away knowing it’s true.
With this being said, said to be love, Hers takes me up, to the stars and above.
:love:

This weekend was gorgeous. A perfect Saturday for a wedding. One of my very dear friends got remarried and she wrote her own ceremony. Her daughter was her maid of honor and she walked down the grassy aisle with tears in her eyes. She cried as she hugged her soon to be step father and there wasn’t a dry eye there. I, had to get up and read a poem and didn’t know if I was going to be able too without crying myself. The smile on my friend Stacy’s face, the knowing look as she proceeded down the aisle was something we as romance authors write about. Everyone talked about how calm Stacy was. It was because it was right. She looked like a princess in her pink gown–her fairy tale coming true. After they exchanged rings, they gave her daughter a medallion. A simple silve medallion with three entwined rings–a symbol of their love for her and the begining of a brand new family. 

While this isn’t the best picture “I’ve” ever taken in my life, I promised one of the new do.

 

Plan on writing today for the first time all week. Yesterday, I got my hair cut and colored. In the process of styling, the beautician bumped my ear with the curling iron and I pulled away thinking no big deal. If I can figure out how to take a picture of my own ear without it being blurry, I’d show you, but considering professional curling irons get a helluva lot hotter than normal ones, the bumping burned me pretty good. Apparently, I had blisters and they popped in the shower. It hurts. Pity me. LOL Pictures to follow as I’m reading in one of my BFFs wedding this Saturday.

 

:whine: 

Now, I want to explain why I’m the way I am about these things. Last Saturday evening, she made me late for the party we were going too and was the reason for the initial Jell-O shots because of this conversation.

My phone rings and I see on the caller id that it is in fact my Grandmother.

“Hello?” I say.
“Heather?”
Who else would it be, I think. “Yeah. I can’t talk long, we’re walking out the door.”
“Where’re you going?”
“To a birthday party.”
“Whose?” Hence starts the police interogation.
She has to be the nosiest person on the planet. “Mike’s.”
“Who’s that?”
“A friend.”
“I don’t know him. Where is it?”
I sigh. Tell her the town name and then say, “It’s a bonfire.”
“You’re going to the Bonfire?”
The Bonfire is also the name of a resturaunt and it is most certainly not in the same town I said. “No. We’re going to a bonfire in this town.”
“Oh.”
“Gotta go.”
“Wait!”

If you’re so compelled to jump…

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We had a busy weekend, but this seems to be the norm anymore. My youngest had a baseball game on Saturday and we’ve now changed their names from The Rhino’s to The Bad News Bears. We lost 11-20. Saturday night was tons of fun. Tons! One of my dear friends husband has a birthday coming up and when they can, they have a bonfire out in the middle of no where and there’s alcohol involved. My friend, Leslie comes up with some very cool concoctions of Jell-O Shots. This year was no exception. And somewhere ( my myspace ) there are a couple of pictures from the party. They’re not very flattering of me considering in one I’m on the ground and I’m not sure how I ended up on the ground…

Sunday is football day. The Steelers defeated the Bills 26-3, making us 2-0. Nice start of a season despite anything Bill Cowher had to say about the black and gold. :cheer: And it has some history behind it too. The win over the Bills is one for the record books for the Steelers, as it’s the team’s 500^th win in franchise history. The Steelers, who are celebrating their 75^th season this year and wore their throwback uniforms for the game, are the first AFC team to reach 500 wins. :cheer:

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Now the Steelers have proof that, when it comes to building a female fan base, Pittsburgh does it better than any other NFL market.According to a Scarborough Sports Marketing survey of 220,354 residents in 75 United States markets conducted last year, Pittsburgh has, by far, the largest base of NFL fans who are women.

Pittsburgh is the runaway leader, with 34 percent of the women living in the Steelers’ market identifying themselves as fans. Green Bay was second with 29.4 percent, but no other market surveyed had even one-quarter of its women identify themselves as fans.

Buffalo was third with 23.7 percent, followed by Cincinnati (22.8 percent), Kansas City (22.4 percent), Jacksonville (21.7 percent), Baltimore and Boston (21.5 percent) and Denver, Tampa-St. Petersburg and Washington, D.C. (20.9 percent).

Nationally, the average was 16 percent, which means that Pittsburgh has more than twice the number of female pro football fans than the average market, based on the survey’s results.

Obviously, all those Terrible Towels inside Heinz Field aren’t being twirled only by men.

Rant and scream and bitch about how when I finally get going on an idea and the story seems to be taking off on its own that life happens in the form of many, many doctors appointments for my Grandma starting tomorrow. Okay, so there are three. Thursday, Monday and Tuesday.  Aparently, I am the only person who can take her and I’m a bit resentful as I have an uncle who doesn’t work, doesn’t have kids and just bought a new truck, but he can’t help with any of them. :hissy:

I promise to be happier tomorrow…haha. Okay, so I’ll pretend.