Happy New Year buddy! In case you were curious, I hope your team ####s itself, and loses by eleventy billion. Good luck at Harrah's!
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bentley
Footballguy
FWIW Angrybaby was not on board with the sleeping all night thing.
Also Angrywife has me whipped to the point where it's invaded my dreams. Had a dream last night where I was about to spend some quality time with a ginger burlesque dancer that I know but then I remembered that I was married and told her that I had to leave.
Also Angrywife has me whipped to the point where it's invaded my dreams. Had a dream last night where I was about to spend some quality time with a ginger burlesque dancer that I know but then I remembered that I was married and told her that I had to leave.
Sounds good. If the 49ers win today (or the Saints lose), then the Saints will be hosting a playoff game either Saturday or Sunday, so it will be crazy.Contrary to what was orginally thought, Champions Square will not be showing the game, but there are plenty of bars to choose from. If you want a Bama bar, try some Bama message boards. I know the Rusty Nail is a huge Bama place.Also, there will likely be large watch parties in the parking lots around the dome where poeple have rented out tents and charge x amount for all you can eat/drink. I'llkeep my ears open. I know Walk Ons will have a tent for the game, but cash bar. You have to pay cover, but that could be a good thing to keep ut the riff raff.
krista4
Footballguy
So my mom's cat woke me up at 3 a.m. by walking back and forth across my chest. He's a very large cat and due to my Jewel Big Ds this is kind of...painful, but I put up with it because he does this charming little thing of putting his paw gently on your face to tell you he wants to be petted (NOTE TO MR. KRISTA: I won't find it charming if you do this). After a while I just gave up on going back to sleep since I had this 7:40 flight anyway, and since it's a "short one-hour flight", with the time change I'd be in my own bed again 9 a.m.
Got to the airport around 6:30 and had no problems getting through security other than the fact that people generally are morons, got to the gate and found the flight still showing as on time, with the plane sitting right at the gate waiting. Hey, this isn't so bad.
At 7:30 they announce that we haven't started boarding because there is a "small problem". The People Whose Sole Job is to Make Sure the Paperwork is Done Properly left off the second page of the paperwork. Hmmm, paperwork...well, at least it's not a mechanical issue; I'm sure they'll have this taken care of shortly. Oh, except as it turns out, they can't reach any of the People Whose Sole Job is to Make Sure the Paperwork is Done Properly because apparently the Union of People Whose Sole Job is to Make Sure the Paperwork is Done Properly has ensured that they all get New Year's Day off.
As the lone gate agent is painstakingly getting everyone onto new flights, I see from my Delta app that I've already been rebooked to go through Atlanta. Three-hour layover in ATL doesn't sound fun but maybe I'll make it home in time for the late games.
When I arrived in ATL at 9:55, I checked the monitors and saw there was a 10:30 flight. I'm at Gate A34 and going to Gate D35. ATL is not a small airport, but this is it. My chance to show the producers of The Amazing Race what I'm made of. I decide to go for it.
I do my best OJ through the airport (the OJ who ran through airports, not the version who killed people) and make it to the gate to find that they've not yet begun boarding. Hallelujah! 2012, you're my BFF. So I stand in front of the gate agent waiting for her to finish a gibberish conversation with one of the maintenance guys. They were both speaking some version of English but couldn't understand each other nor could I make heads or tails of what was going on. Finally they stop debating whether the bopbeak is stuck in the jimjam or whatever, and I'm ready to victoriously claim a seat.
Except...the gate agent turned away from me and started boarding the itty-bittys and the cripples. She has to see me! I'm fat and wearing ***hsia! WTH! I patiently wait for a break in the action when some group doesn't realize they'll need to show any paperwork to get on the plane, and politely ask, "Could you tell me if there are any seats left on this flight?"
"I'm boarding. I don't have time for you right now."
Well, OK then. I wait. Then she calls for the Diamond, Platinum, and Gold medallion members. "I'm Platinum!", I volunteer.
"I'm boarding. I can't talk to you right now."
Me: Could you just tell me whether there are any seats left?
Her: Yes.
Me: OK, great, I'll wait.
Her: I don't have time. Why don't you check with that guy over there?
So I head to the gate from which people will be happily journeying to Montgomery, Alabama, and ask very slow of brain and foot gate agent there if he can help me. He's as confused as I as to what this has to do with him but offers to help. He finds me a seat and prints a boarding pass. Hallelujah! 2012, you're the bee's knees!
Then he asks me for my flight coupon. "My what?" "The boarding pass is showing that you need a flight coupon." I explain the various flight changes, but no dice. "You need to go to the ticket desk down at D21. You have six minutes before she closes the door for the flight."
D21 sounds close to D35. D21 is not close to D35.
Walter Payton my way down to D21 and find exactly what you'd expect at a customer service area: two agents, one of whom is on the phone and won't make eye contact and one of whom is helping an old man who appears never to have been in an airport before.
Waiting, waiting...finally the one on the phone hangs up. I explain my predicament. She types seemingly randomly at the computer and makes not one, not two, but three phone calls, two of which were to wrong numbers. At this point I have two minutes and she just tells me to go ahead back to the gate.
As I Rashaan Salaam back down the corridor (I'm tired) I can see the helpful dude waving to me and then waving to the gate agent to hold the flight. I make it there and magically they don't care any more about my lack of flight coupon. Hallelujah! 2012, I'm gonna have your baby!
The sky waitress tells me to take "any empty seat", and as I pass by an entire flight full of steely glares of people who think I'm the reason for their delay, I realize this is apparently airline code for "take the empty seat, yes, that one, the one surrounded on all sides by parents holding happy shouty toddlers, except for Tanner-aged farts behind you whose life mission is to complain loudly about the happy shouty toddlers ("Hey, do you think we could use the aircraft safety card as earmuffs? Hahahaha!")".
I'm firmly committed to Team Happy Shouty in the ongoing war, that is until we reach whatever altitude it is that hurts their ears and turns all of them into surly screamers, which then lasts throughout the flight no matter how many obnoxiously loud toys, devices and other distractions their parents try to entice them with, including my hair.
Though sorely tempted to throw Statler and Waldorf and the whole lot of Small Surlies out the nearest exit (which may be behind me), I feared that if I did I'd get handcuffed to my seat, and I really needed to pee once the seatbelt light went off. Which of course never happened, because the flight was so turbulent that not even the sky waitress was allowed to get up and give us any damn peanuts.
So in summary, 2012 can go die in a fiery herpes bus crash.
Got to the airport around 6:30 and had no problems getting through security other than the fact that people generally are morons, got to the gate and found the flight still showing as on time, with the plane sitting right at the gate waiting. Hey, this isn't so bad.
At 7:30 they announce that we haven't started boarding because there is a "small problem". The People Whose Sole Job is to Make Sure the Paperwork is Done Properly left off the second page of the paperwork. Hmmm, paperwork...well, at least it's not a mechanical issue; I'm sure they'll have this taken care of shortly. Oh, except as it turns out, they can't reach any of the People Whose Sole Job is to Make Sure the Paperwork is Done Properly because apparently the Union of People Whose Sole Job is to Make Sure the Paperwork is Done Properly has ensured that they all get New Year's Day off.
As the lone gate agent is painstakingly getting everyone onto new flights, I see from my Delta app that I've already been rebooked to go through Atlanta. Three-hour layover in ATL doesn't sound fun but maybe I'll make it home in time for the late games.
When I arrived in ATL at 9:55, I checked the monitors and saw there was a 10:30 flight. I'm at Gate A34 and going to Gate D35. ATL is not a small airport, but this is it. My chance to show the producers of The Amazing Race what I'm made of. I decide to go for it.
I do my best OJ through the airport (the OJ who ran through airports, not the version who killed people) and make it to the gate to find that they've not yet begun boarding. Hallelujah! 2012, you're my BFF. So I stand in front of the gate agent waiting for her to finish a gibberish conversation with one of the maintenance guys. They were both speaking some version of English but couldn't understand each other nor could I make heads or tails of what was going on. Finally they stop debating whether the bopbeak is stuck in the jimjam or whatever, and I'm ready to victoriously claim a seat.
Except...the gate agent turned away from me and started boarding the itty-bittys and the cripples. She has to see me! I'm fat and wearing ***hsia! WTH! I patiently wait for a break in the action when some group doesn't realize they'll need to show any paperwork to get on the plane, and politely ask, "Could you tell me if there are any seats left on this flight?"
"I'm boarding. I don't have time for you right now."
Well, OK then. I wait. Then she calls for the Diamond, Platinum, and Gold medallion members. "I'm Platinum!", I volunteer.
"I'm boarding. I can't talk to you right now."
Me: Could you just tell me whether there are any seats left?
Her: Yes.
Me: OK, great, I'll wait.
Her: I don't have time. Why don't you check with that guy over there?
So I head to the gate from which people will be happily journeying to Montgomery, Alabama, and ask very slow of brain and foot gate agent there if he can help me. He's as confused as I as to what this has to do with him but offers to help. He finds me a seat and prints a boarding pass. Hallelujah! 2012, you're the bee's knees!
Then he asks me for my flight coupon. "My what?" "The boarding pass is showing that you need a flight coupon." I explain the various flight changes, but no dice. "You need to go to the ticket desk down at D21. You have six minutes before she closes the door for the flight."
D21 sounds close to D35. D21 is not close to D35.
Walter Payton my way down to D21 and find exactly what you'd expect at a customer service area: two agents, one of whom is on the phone and won't make eye contact and one of whom is helping an old man who appears never to have been in an airport before.
Waiting, waiting...finally the one on the phone hangs up. I explain my predicament. She types seemingly randomly at the computer and makes not one, not two, but three phone calls, two of which were to wrong numbers. At this point I have two minutes and she just tells me to go ahead back to the gate.
As I Rashaan Salaam back down the corridor (I'm tired) I can see the helpful dude waving to me and then waving to the gate agent to hold the flight. I make it there and magically they don't care any more about my lack of flight coupon. Hallelujah! 2012, I'm gonna have your baby!
The sky waitress tells me to take "any empty seat", and as I pass by an entire flight full of steely glares of people who think I'm the reason for their delay, I realize this is apparently airline code for "take the empty seat, yes, that one, the one surrounded on all sides by parents holding happy shouty toddlers, except for Tanner-aged farts behind you whose life mission is to complain loudly about the happy shouty toddlers ("Hey, do you think we could use the aircraft safety card as earmuffs? Hahahaha!")".
I'm firmly committed to Team Happy Shouty in the ongoing war, that is until we reach whatever altitude it is that hurts their ears and turns all of them into surly screamers, which then lasts throughout the flight no matter how many obnoxiously loud toys, devices and other distractions their parents try to entice them with, including my hair.
Though sorely tempted to throw Statler and Waldorf and the whole lot of Small Surlies out the nearest exit (which may be behind me), I feared that if I did I'd get handcuffed to my seat, and I really needed to pee once the seatbelt light went off. Which of course never happened, because the flight was so turbulent that not even the sky waitress was allowed to get up and give us any damn peanuts.
So in summary, 2012 can go die in a fiery herpes bus crash.
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Reg Lllama of Brixton
Footballguy
Pretty sure we're the same age, lady.
krista4
Footballguy
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Leeroy Jenkins
Footballguy
I love Krista! Sorry for the problems.
He should have had the courtesy to email you first to ask if he could do that
krista4
Footballguy
Uruk-Hai
Footballguy
'Splain, Lucy. I'm assuming this isn't even close to what I want it to mean.
Reg Lllama of Brixton
Footballguy
She's talking about her boobs, Dr. Kinsey.
krista4
Footballguy
Third-level shtick picking up on a Rudnicki joke a couple of pages ago.
Uruk-Hai
Footballguy
You must have me confused with Dr. Chapman.
Crazy Canuck
Footballguy
I'm alive!
Crazy Canuck
Footballguy
I need to make it out to Boston to party with Zooks. Last night I downed a half bottle of Jamesons and 5 beers in the company of my inlaws while we played UNO and they didn't drink. I'm astounded that they didn't realize how hammered I was. They just thought I was having a great time spending New Year's this way. Yea. I was. Because of a half a bottle of Jamesons.
Slap it in my nuts?
Slap it in my nuts?
bostonfred
Footballguy
They knew, and didn't say anything because it was new years, but they were judging.
krista4
Footballguy
For Osaurus:
Persimmon Pudding
2 cups sugar
2 eggs
2 cups persimmon pulp
1/4 tsp baking soda
2 cups flour
2 tsp. baking powder
1 tsp. cloves
1 tsp. cinnamon
2 cups milk
Cream sugar and eggs together. Mix soda into pulp and add to creamed mixture. Sift dry ingredients together. Add milk and flour mixture alternately and beat until mixture is smooth. Pour into ungreased 9x13-inch pan. Bake at 350 degrees 45 minutes until set.
It's better when served cold, IMO.
Persimmon Pudding
2 cups sugar
2 eggs
2 cups persimmon pulp
1/4 tsp baking soda
2 cups flour
2 tsp. baking powder
1 tsp. cloves
1 tsp. cinnamon
2 cups milk
Cream sugar and eggs together. Mix soda into pulp and add to creamed mixture. Sift dry ingredients together. Add milk and flour mixture alternately and beat until mixture is smooth. Pour into ungreased 9x13-inch pan. Bake at 350 degrees 45 minutes until set.
It's better when served cold, IMO.
Homer J Simpson
I don't push
Matt Flynn >>> Aaron Rodgers.
Homer J Simpson
I don't push
I really really don't want to work tonight. 
jplvr
Footballguy
Air travel these days is just horrible. Parents who don't give a #### about their annoying kids, future contestants on the Big Fat Loser, no hot flight attendants, and forget about customer service from anyone from the bag checkers to the gate. You're lucky if you get common courtesy.
FDAS, that was the worst game to watch last night. Orange and Blue everywhere. Bleh.
I'm hoping for a close win by Bama and a split title. 7 SEC national championships in 6 years!!!
TF, I just hope there aren't riots if the Saints lose on Sunday and Tigers lose on Monday. I'm hoping the Rusty Nail isn't some weird name for a gay bar.
P90X seems to have given me knee trouble. I've never had it previously, but it started out as me having tightness and pain on the outside of my left knee, seeming to resemble IT band symptoms which I could find on WebMD and other places. Fast forward to today and my knee pops when I walk, seeming to come from the back of the knee. I have an appt for Tuesday, but that will just get me to the referral to an ortho. Reading symptoms now, the ACL could be the problem. Sucks to be old, but at least there's no pain involved.
FDAS, that was the worst game to watch last night. Orange and Blue everywhere. Bleh.
I'm hoping for a close win by Bama and a split title. 7 SEC national championships in 6 years!!!TF, I just hope there aren't riots if the Saints lose on Sunday and Tigers lose on Monday. I'm hoping the Rusty Nail isn't some weird name for a gay bar.
P90X seems to have given me knee trouble. I've never had it previously, but it started out as me having tightness and pain on the outside of my left knee, seeming to resemble IT band symptoms which I could find on WebMD and other places. Fast forward to today and my knee pops when I walk, seeming to come from the back of the knee. I have an appt for Tuesday, but that will just get me to the referral to an ortho. Reading symptoms now, the ACL could be the problem. Sucks to be old, but at least there's no pain involved.
Osaurus
Footballguy
Most appreciated.For Osaurusersimmon Pudding 2 cups sugar2 eggs2 cups persimmon pulp1/4 tsp baking soda2 cups flour2 tsp. baking powder1 tsp. cloves1 tsp. cinnamon2 cups milk Cream sugar and eggs together. Mix soda into pulp and add to creamed mixture. Sift dry ingredients together. Add milk and flour mixture alternately and beat until mixture is smooth. Pour into ungreased 9x13-inch pan. Bake at 350 degrees 45 minutes until set.It's better when served cold, IMO.
kaso
Footballguy
Can't remember who posted the recipe, but I'm minutes away from starting up the BBQ for: Planked Pork Tenderloin with Asian Style BBQ Sauce 
Can't wait! Thanks to the OP.
Can't wait! Thanks to the OP.
Osaurus
Footballguy
Can't remember who posted the recipe, but I'm minutes away from starting up the BBQ for: Planked Pork Tenderloin with Asian Style BBQ Sauce
Can't wait! Thanks to the OP.
Mine turned out great. 
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Captain Placeholder
Footballguy
Totally slamming Mikes Hard Lemonades and watching My Big Fat Greek Wedding.
Slap it?
Slap it?
Tremendous Upside
Footballguy
Saw Young Adult the other day. I thought it was a really interesting character study of a damaged soul, and Patton Oswalt was excellent. But the best part about it was the use of Teenage Fanclub's "The Concept" throughout the film. Causedme to revisit Bandwagonesque, which I hadn't listened to in a while. Great album. It's like a butchier Belle and Sebastian with some of that great early 90s My Bloody Valentine sounding guitar work. Pitchfork would call it angular
Osaurus
Footballguy
Great album. Takes me back.
mr. furley
Footballguy
yeah, i know this is supposed to be the happy go lucky everyone loves everyone else thread but
COME ON!
COME ON!
Tremendous Upside
Footballguy
Not a Teenage Fanclub fan?
cosjobs
Footballguy
I am looking forward to this film and will probably go tonight after the Dallas game. But I understand nothing of your post after the words, "the best part about it was the use of." maybe someone younger can interpret for me. Tanner?
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Samuel L Bronkowitz
Footballguy
So my "See you next Tuesday" of a sister just ruined our family Christmas and maybe our entire family dynamic. We watched a backup break a Packer record, opened presents for the kids (brothers kids flew in from Atlanta 2 days ago) and had a nice ham dinner that my mom made Everything was going well.While we were opening presents I made a decision to make an announcement at the end. My brother got me a bottle of cognac, my sister got us a bottle of wine and my mom got us a bottle of wine. Once all the presents were opened, I held up the booze and said:"I'd like to thank everyone for the booze. I appreciate it because my wife can no longer drink it"
Hugs and congrats all around. Long story short my sister made a comment later in the night that I took exception to. I should have walked out but I had a beer or six and stood up to her (she is the princess of the family). Turns out she hates my wife and announced it to the entire family. She hates that we go to my wife's family's house (is that the correct punctuation?) on random weekends, she hates that we have a dog and spend time with it ( 
), she hates........etc etc etc. My mom starts crying and everyone is yelling, trying to make peace.During the barrage of insults I said "If you want to ever talk to us and see your niece or nephew ever, please apologize" and we walked out. As my father and I are loading our truck she's screaming out the door "I ####### hate your wife! I hope she knows it!"I may never see my family again. I'm kinda sad about it.
Reg Lllama of Brixton
Footballguy
LOVE that album. Had it on cassette [insert 'you're old' joke here]'Tremendous Upside said:
Why does she hate your wife so much? Seems so bizarre.
Samuel L Bronkowitz
Footballguy
Leeroy Jenkins
Footballguy
Was your wife there?? Families suck sometimes.
Guster
Footballguy
Wow. That sucks! Hopefully your parents will come around at some point. That's sadBut congrats on slipping one past the goalie!If you could tell us we'd like to know
Reg Lllama of Brixton
Footballguy
1. Did we know that your wife is pregnant? 2. Why does she hate your wife?So my "See you next Tuesday" of a sister just ruined our family Christmas and maybe our entire family dynamic. We watched a backup break a Packer record, opened presents for the kids (brothers kids flew in from Atlanta 2 days ago) and had a nice ham dinner that my mom made Everything was going well.While we were opening presents I made a decision to make an announcement at the end. My brother got me a bottle of cognac, my sister got us a bottle of wine and my mom got us a bottle of wine. Once all the presents were opened, I held up the booze and said:"I'd like to thank everyone for the booze. I appreciate it because my wife can no longer drink it"
sounds like a miserable situation, but it seems like she brings nothing but drama to your life. so you're probably better off without her.I guess you need to figure out how to see the folks without seeing her, unless she figures out what a ##### she's being and changes gears.Also sounds like your parents need to talk some sense into her instead of enabling this behavior.BTW, Congrats!!
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Kubes
Footballguy
Congrats GB. Really.As for me, 2012 is off to an absolutely terrible start. 2011 ended on a really rough streak and I was hoping the whole "new year new karma or whatever" would settle in. No such luck.
Homer J Simpson
I don't push
That sucks, Stryker.
Is the crazy sister 16 and single?
Is the crazy sister 16 and single?
krista4
Footballguy
Gigantic congrats, SLB2! You and your wife are going to be awesome parents. From what I know of her, it's impossible to imagine any sane person not liking her.
I'm sorry to hear your sister is still such a PITA. Good riddance to her, and I hope the rest of your family will be supportive.
I'm sorry to hear your sister is still such a PITA. Good riddance to her, and I hope the rest of your family will be supportive.
Samuel L Bronkowitz
Footballguy
Lllama> No one knew about the pregnancy. We just found out yesterday and I'm too excited to hold it in so we told family and close friends. And now GMTAN 
PS NO FACEBOOK TALK AT ALL PLEASE!!! This is not public yet. I guess FBG is public but we don't want it out there too much
We (my wife and I) are doing well. We're talking about the situation and she feels bad that she's the "devil" but we know we have each other. That sounds really gay but oh well, it's true. Her family is awesome. They call me on a random Wednesday just to ask how I am. I have no problem with that. My mom might call me once every 2 months. If I call them, they are out and can't talk. Pretty sure this is why I drink.
PS NO FACEBOOK TALK AT ALL PLEASE!!! This is not public yet. I guess FBG is public but we don't want it out there too much
We (my wife and I) are doing well. We're talking about the situation and she feels bad that she's the "devil" but we know we have each other. That sounds really gay but oh well, it's true. Her family is awesome. They call me on a random Wednesday just to ask how I am. I have no problem with that. My mom might call me once every 2 months. If I call them, they are out and can't talk. Pretty sure this is why I drink.
Reg Lllama of Brixton
Footballguy
:like:
Samuel L Bronkowitz
Footballguy
38 and insane. And she can't have kids. Right up your alley if she was 30 years younger
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