I missed my calling,,,

I should have been a football coach. Really. I would be the most bodacious defensive line coach in the history of defensive line coaches. My line would be tough. TOUGH. Hard as nails and meaner than a 16 year old girl deprived of chocolate who just found out her boyfriend cheated on her. MEAN. VICIOUS. My line could and would wrestle trains to a complete stop. YAC would be zero. There would be few completions,,I mean realistically it's very hard to defend against an amazing QB. When they are good,,there will be completions. That being said,,an amazing defensive line can more than even out the playing field. If the defense is quick enough and strong enough and mean enough and if they want it enough,,no one can beat them.

I like those hits that you can hear on the upper deck in DKR. The hits that make all 104,620 fans go,,,oooooohhhhhhhhhh. Blake Gideon had one last week. The "aren't you sorry they threw the ball to you?" kind of hit. I love those. Pick em up and put em down hits. I love a taunting defense. On the line just daring the offense to try and run. Snarling defensive lines. Pointing at the QB and looking him in the eye and daring him,,,yeah little boy,,you look like breakfast to me. Go on,,take the snap. Come on now,,snap the ball. I'm coming for YOU.

My defense would be very polite. We would always pick em up ,,AFTER we smacked em down. We would refer to the opposing players as Ma'am. Or Darlin. We would take a lesson from The Shawnee and count coup after each game. We would be monsters. We would be great.

So,,,a bit of catching up to do

It's been a while since I wrote. Life sort of sucked the air and motivation to write out of me. It's been a whirlwind. Good times. Odd times. Amazing times. And since it is me,,there have been some of those pesky,,pull the rug out from under me,,wrap me up in it,,and toss me over a bridge kind of times. I've been told that everything happens for a reason. For now,,I'm going to go with that.

Updates,,Maggie has moved out and Estrogen Estates is completely without children. Oh they come by occasionally when they need laundry done or they are hungry. I no longer hear them coming and going like noisy mice in the night. I can wake up and have my coffee on the patio without having to dress before I go downstairs. I can clean the house on Sunday and miracle of miracles,,it's still clean on Friday. Laundry has been reduced to two loads a week. Grocery list is nonexistent. Dishwasher holds only coffee mugs and Scotch glasses. Life is good. Life is sort of lonely. Which leads to next update,,,

Kevin. There is a Kevin. Kevin has been around for uhhhhmmmm,,,a while. Since the National Championship game against Alabama that we did not win. Because we have Greg Davis as an offensive coordinator and he took our Horns into the FREAKING NATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP GAME,,,without a Plan B. No backup plan. No contingency plan. Our plan to win was,,Colt. Sorry,,got distracted. Kevin. He's been around since that fiasco. He understands my addiction to Longhorn football. He agrees with my intense dislike of our very offensive coordinator. He makes me laugh. He lets me cry. He is practically perfect in every way. In the months that we have been a "we",,we have had some crazy, unbelievable head shaking moments. Wouldn't be normal otherwise,,right? His building had a plane fly into it,,that was in Month 2. We survived that,,can't say that it's past tense. We are surviving that. My work went crazy and then got worse. We survived that. We've been to the dear lease for 4 days and he has seen me without shower or makeup,,and we survived that. He's met the folks,,and the kids,,and we survived that. He's seen me on game day,,and he survived that. I think all is well. He's pretty much amazing. Doesn't like to hear that,,but I think it alot.

Football season has come around again. It took its sweet time getting here didn't it? Man OH Man. I swear,,opening day,,it's like Christmas and a birthday and an orgasm all rolled in to one thing! One event! And it's here. I'm so happy. Austin is swamped with burnt orange. It's just the grandest thing. Did I mention I like football?

You're updated. Well sort of. For the moment. Look for more regular postings. The writing bug has taken hold. And I have so many words to write.

Listening to: Melanie Fiona ,,Bang Bang