Just Shut Your Pie Hole

As my bestest friend always says, "shut your pie hole." or just "pie hole" when she wants to get her point across quickly.

It would seem that those Boston based sports/celebrity types be at it again with their big mouths wagging. After the bru ha ha that Giselle caused on Sunday, you'd think that everyone from Boston would kinda lay low for a while. Right? Wrong.

Or maybe it's not so wrong.

Here's the back story: Tim Thomas, beloved MVP of the 2011 Stanley Cup Champion Boston Bruins, was like a hockey God around here. Stoic, strong and consistent, Thomas created a PR bru ha ha of his own when on Jan 25 he refused to attend the White House ceremony honoring the championship team. Thomas stated that he does not support the current administration and that he feel like the government is "out of control". What was out of control was the media fire that ensued. Thomas had to face a PR nightmare and defend his choice not to attend in the media.

Thomas was quoted:

"[The controversy] is all media-driven and it has been from the start. Everything that I said and did was as an individual. It was not as a representative of the Boston Bruins," Thomas said Friday at All-Star Weekend in Ottawa. "All it has to do is with me. But it's separate from hockey. That's my personal life and those are my personal views. Those are my personal beliefs. It has nothing to do with hockey. It has nothing to do with this All-Star Game. It has nothing to do with the Boston Bruins."

OK, seems fair. You would think one would move right along and keep to the business at hand, but when you are a high profile sports figure in a city that worships their sports figures, every move is scrutinized.

Then yesterday Thomas posted on his Facebook his support of the Catholic Church's battle against the Obama administration over contraceptives. Now, if he was looking for a shit storm, he sure as hell found one. Thomas was furious that the media questioned him on his posting.

Really? Have you met the Boston media, Tim?

“I don’t think that when you become an athlete that you sign away your right to be an individual, and have your own views and post them on Facebook if you’d like.” Thomas said.

Yes, I agree with him on that, and the man has every right to speak, post and scream his opinions in a public forum if he so chooses. That's why we live in this great country and it's how we live or die, but if you are going to spew political ideologies, and you are a "public figure", you'd better be prepared to answer questions about it to the media. I would say it's a hazard of the job and after the beating he took last week over the White House ceremony, you'd think he wouldn't rub salt in the proverbial wound, unless he was looking for trouble. Either way it's his call.

Maybe he would be best served to just "pie hole".

Dogger Depression

SEE BUDDY

Remember him? This is my beloved 8 year old Boxer Buddy. And do you remember that I just lost my baby girl dog, Jingle,who was 9 years old, no more than two weeks ago? We all took it hard, as she was a member of our family and it still stings. But Buddy? He is taking it the hardest.

I think Buddy is depressed. Is that possible?

Buddy and Jingle were like peas and carrots. They grew up together and shared everything. They even slept in the same crate together every night; with the door open, so I know it was their choice.

It wasn't a romantic love they shared, it was more like a brother-sister love and Buddy has been lost without her. It's so heartbreaking to see him lay around and sort of sulk. He still has Amos, the boss, and the Alpha of the group so he's not completely alone, but I never realized how tough the loss of one of the pack was going to be on Buddy. And Jingles, his favorite one.

What do I do? Do they have doggie shrinks? Does he need doggie Prozac or anti depressants or will this ride it's course out while he adjusts?I mean, we all have to adjust. The thing that worries me is that Amos is the old dog. We aren't quite sure how old Amos is, because he was a rescue dog, but I know his age is somewhere in the teens. He's in great shape, but I'm worried that when it's Amos' time how Buddy will handle it? As it is right now, he's requiring a lot more attention and we are more than happy to give it to him.

Today I'm in no position to get another dog. I've had three dogs for close to a decade and I've loved every minute of it. Would I do it again? Hell NO. Yet, the boys seem so lonely without her.

I just want to see the little spring creep back into Buddy's step. I somehow think Jingles would have wanted it that way.

We All Say Shit....

I'm sure you've seen a bunch of these by now. Who the heck knows how this whole thng started, but this one made me laugh.

Cuz unfortunately, it's true.

Beantown Smackdown

I want to forget about Sunday as much as the next guy here in Boston, but it just won't go away.

And now Giselle, aka Mrs Brady, is under BIG fire for her post-Super Bowl expletive-laden rant aimed at Tommy's boys on her way out of her luxury box at Lucas Oil stadium immediately following the Patriots loss to the Giants.

Here's what I think: Thank God it wasn't me, because if it was, it would have been far worse.

If you haven't seen it already on all the trash TV shows, Giselle was being heckled by some obnoxious butt heads immediately following the loss, on her way out of the luxury box. They were shouting things like, " Eli rules!" and "Eli owns your husband!"

So what does Gi do?

She fires back while standing in front of the elevator to go down, in her thick Brazilian accent, " My husband cannot fu*king throw the ball and catch the ball at the same time." and "I can't believe they dropped the ball so many times." She ripped the team. Big no-no. Now Tom and Gi have a huge loss AND a PR mess to deal with.

Ok, so she ripped Welker and Hernandez and all the boys who work hard to make Her Tommy look good all season long, but she was mad as hell and provoked and somewhat right.....I guess when you are making 50 Mil a year in your underwear,and you are married to a genetically gifted man and have the world by the financial kahunas, you can't be forgiven of an extremely emotional moment; however foolish.

Hell, you should have heard all the names WE were calling them. It wasn't pretty and there were young kids around and no, we're not proud of it. If it were me, (in a dream) it might have been far worse. Not only would I have thrown back some choice expletives, but I might have played dirty pool and I can't say that I would not have responded, had I been her. Nope, I would have let them have it too. And a lot LOUDER. This I know for sure. I might have even lost some endorsement money and been in a bigger mess than Gi is right now. Emotions, at that time, were raw.

I guess when you have the world by the proverbial balls and your look like her, there is no crying in football. Not even if your soul mate just lost on the biggest stage there is, AGAIN. Not even when some heckling asshole, rips your heart out after the Giants just stomped all over it. Nope, the rules are different for her. She is expected to just shut her mouth and look pretty because that would have been the classy thing to do. Show no emotion. Well, who ever went on record and said that Giselle had class?

Again, good thing it wasn't me. I might have started a riot right there in the lobby of the luxury boxes at Lucas Oil Stadium. Just sayin.

Whatever..

Couldn't cut it?

Hey, whatever...
I look at it as a bonus year. No one expected the Pats to be in the Super Bowl this season, and guess what? We were.

A great ride, it was, and we got lucky.

A great game, we saw. Sh*t, I've got so many "what if" scenarios that I can honestly say it was a complete team loss. They collectively gave the game away. There will be no MVP of suck for me. They all sucked.

Yes, it's painful and yes, it stings like a mutha fuc*er, but we'll survive.
We'll rise again and we'll win again. It's a game. And it's a game I love and we, in New England love and we play and compete every stinkin' year. We get to experience it all; the thrill of victory and the agony of defeat. Today is agony.

Rest assured, I still love My Tommy, and I am proud to say so. Even though he's just like the little girl with the curl right in the middle of her forehead, it wasn't his fault completely in this game. There were even moments of greatness sprinkled throughout. What a game.

It was one hell of a game and it now solidifies a full blown, four alarm, New York/New England rivalry. We just ended up on the wrong side of the equation...Again.

Whatever, it happens. I was just happy to be along for the ride.

Super Sunday

This is it.

This is for all the marbles. For the Big Kahuna. For the Lombardi hardware, so that we can have an even set of four.

This is for 2007.

This is for all the king's horses and all the kings men.

And this time we don't have that arrogant swagger.

This time we know how important and how vulnerable this team and this game is. It's anybody's ball game and there is no team I would rather be taking the field with than My Tommy and the Pats. This year I won't be in Indy with my brother. I decided last Wed to give up my ticket. Too much of a logistical nightmare for me and three 50 year old, crazy guys. Can you believe I took a pass? Hey, I've been there, done that. I can check attending a New England Patriots Super Bowl win off my bucket list. This year I will be home hosting a party and will be in front of the screen come kick off. The party is half the fun anyway.

Some fun Super Bowl party facts according to The Nielsen Group:

1.25 BILLION chicken wings will be consumed Sunday.

9 out of 10 people in the US will be watching the game.

Domino's Pizza estimates they will deliver over 9million pieces of pizza.

11.2 million pounds of potato chips will be consumed and 8 million pounds of guacamole.

Historically, the team with the lower unemployment rate tends to win the Super Bowl. Today, Boston's unemployment is at 6.8 percent and New York is at 8.5 percent. This fact bodes well for the Pats, BUT, the last time a team with a higher unemployment rate beat a team with a lower unemployment rate was in 2008 when the Giants beat the Patriots in the Super Bowl. F-them.

1/3 of all adult will be betting this game and 51.7 million cases of beer will be sold. (do you think Heff is part of that equation?)

Hotels in Indy are sold out! But, if you want to stay close the airport, the Indy news is reporting that a hotel that normally charges $39.00 a night is available for $729.00 a night this weekend.

The Super Bowl is the second highest food consumption day in the US, second to Thanksgiving.

7-11 stores report an 20% increase in the sales of antacids the day AFTER the Super Bowl.



If my stomach is the only thing that is hurting after this Super Bowl, then I will be a happy girl.I'll pray for Tommy like Giselle wants me to. I'll pray to anyone who will listen. Let's bring it home.


God speed boys, bring it home to mama. We will all be waiting.

Out Of This World

Sorry about yesterday. I was in transit, on my way home from Florida. One of the things I don't like about air travel is when the plane hits a pocket of air and the craft drops quickly and dramatically. It really makes your life pass before your eyes and yesterday it made me think of a past life reading I had once, when I visited a fortune teller.

I went with some friends to a "tea room" and had the choice to have a life reading with tarot cards, tea leaves or have what they called a past life reading. I was intrigued, so I chose the past life reading. Now I know what you are going to say; that most of this sounds like complete bullsh*t and I won't even tell you how much I paid for it. (it was not a fortune) I've heard it all too, about them making up whatever they want, etc. But I will tell you this, I never forgot it.

The man that gave me the reading first told me that in a past life, I lived in London and came from a very wealthy and aristocratic family. I was a very well educated woman, married with children and I was a prominent barrister. At a young age, I was responsible for writing important laws, and worked in Parliment and had a very lucrative and fulfilling law practice. Hmmm, interesting. I immediately identified with the writer.

In my next life I was a male...HA! Really? He then told me that I was married and had two small children. I adored my wife and she passed away from illness at a very young age. He told me that I never really recovered from the death of my spouse and that I spent years in a deep depression which eventually ruined my business and my life. Interesting. At the time of my reading, I was in the process of a divorce and was not in a good place.

In my last life, he told me I was a black slave. I had endured a horrific trip over to the colonies by boat where I was beaten and raped but when I came here I was sold to a kind white woman who cared about me and educated me. I lived on a plantation and spent the majority of my days learning to read and sew. So interesting.

All this hocus pocus stuff is sort of a take it or leave it type thing. I had never really thought of a reading revealing any details from anything other than the life I was living in the present. Whether or not it's true will remain a mystery till my next life, possibly, but it certainly left an imperssion on me. So much so, that I called it to my memory in those small, air dropping minutes on the plane.

I guess your whole past lives can flash before your eyes too.