Phog's Human Food...er...I mean Phog's "I shouldn't chew on this" Chew Toy List

Since Phog has his own running tally of human food consumed on my blog...it's time we expand the list to cover....well...the inedible. And I'm not just talking about chewing on shoes, or walls, or raiding the dirty clothes basket to see which pair of underwear he can indulge in next (totally gross, I know). But the crazy....wild....bizarre things in our world that he decides would make a great treat.

I'm sure he finds humor in all this and knows it will make our day when we unveil his latest indulgence. But as long as there are no required emergency trips to the vet and he stays healthy...and nothing that we treasure is damaged....then hey...have a lil' fun. You only live once. The same goes for our four-legged friends. (I say that rather light-heartedly...you guys know how I freak out if he so much as eats a piece of human food he shouldn't.)

Needless to say, after dinner with mouse, we were absolutely dying of laughter when we walked into the house to find this scene....

Hmm...what is this we have here?
and how the hell did you get this out of the wrapper??

what on earth did you do while we were gone, Phog?!
...well...at least they're practicing safe sex. There's a lesson to be learned here, campers.

Phog's "I shouldn't chew on this" Chew Toy Tally:

1. Six Durex Flavored Condoms (two orange condoms fandangoed out of their wrappers); 1 female condom (still in tact); 1 mini tube of spermicide lubricant (still in tact); some informational material (gentle teeth marks applied); and 1 baggie containing everything...thank god none of this was ingested.

I should interject and let you know that I organized an informational lunch at my work for Pediatric AIDS Chicago...a fantastic local organization dedicated to fighting HIV and AIDS in children, specially those still in utero. It was a great lunch and at the end, members of the board handed out "kits" to everyone (read as...packs of condoms...female condoms...spermicide...the works). When I got home, I emptied my purse out and suggested we give it to a friend as a joke. Apparently, we accidentally left the goods in a paw's reach...and it quickly became...dessert. In Phog's defense, the condoms were flavored.

WANTED: Drama Repellent

Lately things just seem to be one drama after another. And while it is mildly amusing at times, I'm beginning to get a little irked. So go ahead...read into my drama and have yourself a lil' chuckle...it's okay. I don't mind...one of us should at least be smiling because of all this...

...right?

Let's see...drama at work. Not sure how many of you follow marketing news...but a certain female powerhouse executive who recently filed a large lawsuit against "Wally World" had a countersuit filed against her proving a nasty affair with a subordinate. Within this 29-page counterclaim, my company's name was drug through the mud quite a bit...thus rehashing the drama of Q4 last year. And since I'm on the PR side of it all, you can probably guess the type of damage control my team has been doing. We've all been taking on a firefighter role (fun times). Take what you're envisioning in your mind, multiply it by 10 and you've got a fraction of the actual work we've been doing...on top of our daily responsibilities. If people could just keep their panties on and not have affairs, it'd be so much nicer. At least my job is interesting for the most part...

And then you've got...drama in the bathroom. No, no...no bowel problems here or anything (aside from the usual, that is). But the defunct shower. We figured out how to remove the bathtub faucet and figured we'd just need to replace that since it was the shower-lift thingie mabobber that was broken on the faucet. So late last night, we headed to Home Depot and picked up a nice new shower hardware set, along with a cheapo faucet to make sure we didn't screw anything up.

Amusing side story from Home Depot: on our way out of the parking lot some greaseball asshole totally did this heinous and illegal "cut me off" move. At this point, I've surpassed my daily drama intake for the day...and I show ended up showing him my favorite fingers. Under normal circumstances I would've just driven away...but hell...I was fired up and really ticked he pulled that maneuver. Well...said gentleman sees said fingers...gets out of his car, licks his middle fingers then slicks his eyebrows back and proceeds to grope himself in a molesting fashion. oh man. what a sight that was!! while he was trying to get under my skin, was actually giving mike and i the biggest laugh of the day. it was hilarious. tragically awesome. so thank you, mister self-molesting greaseball man, for making me laugh!! okay....now back to the blog...

Everything's going fine until we realize the faucet can't be swapped out because of some piece from the original that is stuck. Our building's maintenace came and replaced it for us today with the cheapo one...but it's now spraying water alllllllllll over the place and apparently there's a problem with the inner workings ....behind the tile....which means the bathroom is going to get hacked. So within the past three weeks, the toilet has rebelled against us a day before Dice and Sarah get into town, and now this...right before mouse comes again. Sarah...I think you've got a jinx on our bathroom...

So rather than go through the drama of restore the oh so sexy 1980's tile job going on in the bathroom...we've decided we're going to do a bit of remodeling in there while our neighbors are out of town (they're letting us use their bathroom until ours is functioning). After the inner workings get sorted out, we're going to replace the tile with a nice, sleek, modern liner-type thing (not sure what they're called). I'm looking forward to the new look to tell you the truth. We'll be sure to take lots of before and after pictures for you.

Carpet drama? Finally.Getting.Replaced. About damn time, right? I know. Now we just have to figure out what it is we want and all that jazz. It definitely won't be white, that's fo' sho.

And then there's the drama with a few different folks we know. Most of which is asinine and juvenile. But at least it keeps us on our toes and gives us something to laugh about later on. I've invested time and energy in "drama-filled" friendships in the past, and to tell you the truth, I'm kinda over it. But as I always say...it will all come out in the wash.

The plan was to go biking this evening, but it appears we've run into a pair of rockin' seats to tonight's Chicago Bulls game...and rumor has it Kirk Hinrich is going to confess is undying love for me at half time, it's in my best interest to be there (for those of you keeping score, Kirk is a former KU player that I've adored ever since I first saw him play at Late Night back in 1999).

I can dream...right? But seriously, Mike and I deserve this fun and relaxing night together. And hopefully, it'll be drama-free.

In the meantime, if you've got any drama repellent to spare, we're willing to take it off of your hands...even if it is only for a little while...

Training will pick back up tomorrow evening after the bathroom consultant leaves...I'm tickled that the weather actually warrants my cute skirts and open-toed shoes! Woohoo! Hopefully spring has officially sprung!

Have a good week, everyone!

Shamrock & Roll...

Today was the first truly warm day of the year...mid-upper 60's by gun time at 9:30 and rising fast. My body was by no means ready for this weather since all of my outdoor runs had been in 30-degree weather the past month. Blech.

But after Nicole met us at our place, we all piled into a cab and headed toward the start line.

Right up front, I'll give you my splits...
1: 10:11
2: 11:07
3: 12:27
4: 12:22
5: 12:13

So let's analyze what happened...

Mile 1...started out a little too fast and tried pulling back just before the first mile marker. I knew I was in no shape to be running faster than normal right outta the gate, but it still felt pretty good despite my body being on the slightly overheated end.

Mile 2...I'm still trying to slow down but enjoying the company of my fellow runners along State Street. I think this is my favorite city street to run down. Not sure why...there's something about being so tiny and free while running on the typically busy streets below the towering skyscrapers. Not saying that the street wasn't busy today, but it was packed with 30,000 runners rather than 3,000 cars.

Mile 3...Finally...the one and only water station on the course. And considering how hot it was, everyone was veering off to get something to cool down. Enter mayhem. Folks were slipping and sliding all over the place, volunteers couldn't pass out water fast enough, and somehow I managed to get gatorade down my my legs and into my socks. Gulped a gatorade, doused my head in water and kept on running. And because I downed the gatorade too fast, I ended up with a "sloshy stomach"...but kept on truckin'.

As I made the turn I spotted leah and jason, so of course...I had to cheer right back at them. This duo seriously deserves the spectators of the year award. They were by far the loudest out of everyone watching...and with signs to boot (GO CRU!!!)! Talk about getting a charge! So of course, I push myself...perhaps a little too hard...because a few short blocks later, in true Barb fashion, I had breakfast again. It wasn't pretty. I'm just destined to be a puking runner I think. Worse things could happen though, right?

Mile 4...it couldn't come fast enough. I kind of went into survival mode at this point for fear of puking all over again. I took it down to a nice, light, easy jog. The sunlight was brutal in parts and the shade, along with momentary light breezes, were a godsend. Ran into leah and jason again and got that final charge I needed.

By the fifth mile I was just ready for this damn race to be over. There was no shade and I didn't want to push myself too hard and do more damage, so I took it nice and slow incorporating a few walking stretches. I kept a close eye on my watch and convinced myself that a sub-hour finish would be fine be me.

And it was.

58:19. Not my best. But given the circumstances, I'll take it...and hell, even say that I rocked it for a vomiting chick. And it certainly not my slowest 8k time.

After the race we met up with Nicole, Leah, Jason and Christine and walked home (just under 2 miles) to get showered up and introduce L & J to the wonderful world of Wii. Then, in true Shamrock tradition (at least tradition for us), we rewarded ourselves with a group brunch at one of our favorite places--Rockit. Six omelets, some mimosa's and a bloody mary later...the group consensus leaned toward nap time, which pushed our afternoon errand plans until tonight.

With this race, the Chicago training season has officially kicked off...and once again, we begin our journey to the finish line of the Chicago Marathon on October 7th...with a few triathlons, a couple half marathons and a even a 190-mile relay race along the way. It'll be an exciting few months here in the Jayhawk/OOSG casa...

...let's just hope it all goes down with minimal yaking... :)


Quick addition--Congrats to Rae & Brent who ruled Atlanta this morning!!

Boo Times City 2007.

Drowning our sorrows.

Beer and thigh master...aawwwww yeah, bitches.

Totally sucked. But ya know...our team at least made it into the tournament and was one of the last eight standing (only a select few of you can say that much). So I can't complain too much. And my sincerest appreciation to the outpour of phone calls and text messages of condolences from my favorite RBFers. I love you guys. You know who you are. I won't comment on the game because well...we didn't play like we were worthy of going to the final four...blah.

Next year we'll be back....WITH A VENGENCE! And I'm tickled pink that we made it beyond the first round. Woo!!

And yes...I just resurrected the "boo times city" phrase. It was about frickin' time, too.

So ya wanna hear something funny?

...we have a half marathon in a month.

Good thing we've got 4 hours to complete the course. Cause it ain't gunna be pretty. My goal is to get at least one 10 miler in before then. We'll see what happens.

We're going to redefine the term "Wing It." I mean...we can soooo pull 13.1 miles out of our asses, right?!?

In other news.

Our shower is broken.

Not.So.Funny.

But yet...it's one of those "it could only happen to us" type things. At least we have a neighbor who is out of town and letting us use their shower.

Good luck to everyone racing this weekend including Rae and Brent in the Atlanta marathon and all my fellow shamrock shufflers...let's hope the weather shapes up for us by the morning!

the happier side of blah.

To counter-balance my "blah" post from earlier today...here are a few smiles from over the weekend...good times, campers. good times. I present to you...the happier side of "blah."

Christy and I getting ready for the KU Pep Rally at the Hancock Friday afternoon. We're number one...in case you didn't get that from the picture.

The KU spirit squad and band getting everyone all "pepped" up. Good times. Too bad it was 30-something and crazy windy.

The three amigas at the game...moi (sporting mike's oversized shirt...), Christy and Taylor.

Go Jayhawks! And yes...I believe that three made its way to the hoop.

Check out that final score. THAT is why KU is a one seed. Niagara has a great perimeter game, so I was thrilled that our defense was able to shut them down.

We made friends with E.L. Fudge at the St. Patty's Day Parade. Yes, Tony the Tiger was hanging out with him. There was a lot of random schtuff going on at the parade...and in case you didn't get the memo, you could take anything...make it green...and it automatically constitutes as st. patty's day worthy.

And it wouldn't be a happy post without a photo of me and my girl........and the green Chicago River. The photo doesn't do it justice...it was quite greener and brighter than this....and hanging out with Linds on Saturday was fabulous, as always.

And of course...Mike, Me and the Wii makes three. This is arguably the most brilliant thing ever invented. It's loads of fun. And this lil' Jayhawk managed to whop her hubby's buns in bowling. And if you haven't already, check out Mike's review on his blog.

Good times, campers. Good times.

Return of the boob.

Yeah. Remember that Debbie Downer post from July 5th last year? The one about the lump that shouldn't be there...?

Well...

Guess what's back and in full force.

I'm not amused.

And my new lady doc isn't either.

And so...this little Jayhawk is getting another ultrasound...

.....................................and a mammogram.



*gulp*



And while I'm feeling pretty frustrated/ annoyed/ scared/ aggravated/ worried/ outright freaking out/ paranoid/ overly-dramatic/ miffed/ concerned/ insert your adjective of choice here about it all...I know that it's better to be safe than sorry. I'll be fine. Really. I will be. I know this. I'm in great hands with Dr. Salache. She's just being cautious. Cautious because she cares. And it's all in my best interest. And everything is gunna be okay. But that small part of me...that itty bitty part in the back of my brain...you know, the part that never shuts up and is constant worry mode, is saying...you're fucked. And that's what's most irritating. Because that itty bitty fraction of my brain has this insane ability to throw me into freak-out overdrive and not in a good way. And so...battle begins with trying to shut that part up between now and May 2nd. But yeah...totally cool...it's all good. Nothing to worry about here, campers. Life is good. Everything is fine. Carry on your merry way...and keep on running.

I'm too excited to come up with a clever title to this post.

How can people expect me to concentrate at work on a day like today? Let's face it. I'm going to be a crazy, hyperactive, useless body...

...because...

(and I've totally been holding out on you guys because Dice's news was far superior than mine...but still...)

I'M GOING TO THE OPENING ROUND KANSAS GAME TODAY AGAINST NIAGARA!!!

We've got awesome seats, first row of the club level and I couldn't be more excited! I'm leaving work early and meeting up with Christy and Ryan to check out the Kansas Pep Rally at the Hancock before heading over to United Center. I'll be sure to take lots of fun pictures and report back later. Until then...I've got the mentality of a small child the night before Christmas eve...you know, how you obsessively look at the clock in anticipation and it's like the time never arrives...the too excited to sleep jitters.

ROCK CHALK JAYHAWK, GO KU!!

Mike is out of town this weekend, and I'm seriously sad...and bummed...and will miss him greatly. And while I know I'll enjoy the game, it's just not going to be the same without him. Up until this past Sunday we had watched every single game this season together. :(

In closing, I'd like to share with you this little prayer that several of my friends have sent me the past few days...

Our Father, who art in Lawrence,
Hallowed be thy Game.
Thy bracket come.
Thy upset will be done,

In Syracuse as it is in Allen Field House.
Give us this day our deserved game.
And forgive us our turnovers,
As we forgive Roy who double-crossed against us.
And lead us not into defeat,
But deliver us from East Coast bias,
For Kansas is the basketball kingdom,
And the tradition,
And the glory,
For ever and ever.
Amen.

Identity Crisis...

So...THE RBF GMR TEAM IS STILL NAMELESS.

Sad times, campers.

We're going through an identity crisis. Without a definitive name I threatened naming us "Magical Unicorn Tails" and with that, the name game has begun once again....

The brilliant and fabulous Elizabeth is offering a rockin' Wild Bill shirt for the winning suggestion. Head over to her blog to chime in with your two cents on what we should be named. Let's face it. We all know that Wild Bill shirts hold mystical powers that make you rub uber fast...just like e-speed. :)

So c'mon and give us your two cents. We're waiting!!

Not so much.

Yeah. So not running when there's wine to be had over a candlelight dinner. Tango Sur ROCKS!

Will continue running tomorrow...

The Last Supper

So...

We're going to a "last supper" in a little bit for some friends who are ditching their little Chicago family to return home to Kansas...

I'm super sad. They shall be missed. A lot. No more nights spent on Dance, Dance Revolution...or spent screaming out Taboo answers...or getting drunk watching our Jayhawks.

[sadness ensues]

Hopefully I'll be able to get a quick run in on the treadmill tonight when we get home. However, I'm playing this one by ear. And if I can't get my butt running....I'm not convinced that I'll hold it against myself. Because well...these are friends worth putting a "pause" in the streak for. I know, I know...you're thinking that it'd end my streak...but you don't know these folks. They're utterly fantastic. And worth overlooking a run for one day.

Stay tuned, campuers.

If the Argentinian foods sits okay, I just might make it. Otherwise...you can imagine me sobbing into my Parillada...

Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?

Oooooh Foo Fighters...how do I love thee?

As I ran through the city on my run this evening (day 3 of my running streak attempt for those of you keeping score!!) Foo Fighters "Best Of You" came on my iPod. Now previously, I always felt negative energy with this song...it's like a song you listen to when you get dumped and you're trying to get over 'em or something along those lines. But today it was the same old song with a whole new meaning.

I decided that I was going to get the best of myself.

Ya see...I've been really hard on myself lately...overstressing with work and all sorts of other important and unimportant hullabalooey...and said overstressing has definitely taken its toll on my health (read as: I'll eat anything sugary and unhealthy) and overall I've been an unmotivated mushball. Basically I was letting me get to me. (Confused yet?) ...and that's when I decided enough is enough. I was going to start giving the best of me to no one other than myself at that very moment.

And so I picked up the pace. And ran my ass off. it felt good. I wasn't winded. And I didn't stop. And the best part was...that I...your resident slow poke...for the first time ever (i think)...passed a handful of other runners. Not walkers. Not grandma's with their canes. Actual runners got to check out my cute butt as I ran by them.

This never happens.

But daaaaaaaaaamn did it feel good.

3.75 miles. No watch. Just me. My iPod. And my feet being put one in front of the other. It was beautiful. And I thoroughly enjoyed myself...and so the streak continues...

May all of you get the best of you on your next run.

Oh...I almost forgot. A package came in the mail today. It was our Swim Outlet grab bags. Clearly whoever packaged our order must've known how much I loooooooooathe the color purple (did they think I went to K-State or something?!) and wanted to test my gag reflexes. There are only two words to describe this speedo...Tragically.Awesome. (pardon the terrible photo...but this about sums up my reaction!)

Seriously. Could it BE any uglier?! The pattern kinda looks like a sweater that Bill Cosby wore once upon a time. Not that I know what "Bill Cosby Sweater" means or anything (enter Urban Dictionary). But I can't complain too much. It's a new swim suit (retailing at $70) and I only paid $30 for it. And it serves its purpose of covering all the right parts in the water. And under normal circumstances, I would never be caught dead wearing something so hideous...but I'm sure it'll grow on me.

Who knows. Maybe there's some super powers lurking in the purple threading that'll make me swim faster than ever before? That would rawk.

Streaking and Brackets and Good Friends...OH MY!

Viva La Running Streak!!!

Ran 2.25 on the treadmill. Felt good. Came easy. Didn't hurt one bit. But I still hate the dreadmill. I shoulda ran outside. But whatever. I still did it. Two days down...who knows how many to go. :) Did some arm work and abs on the physio-ball. Good times....until some wench came in and changed the tv station. Uhmm...HELLO...Did you not see that I was watching the ESPN Bracketology Review?!? #*($^@!!!!! She must've been a bitter, overdramatic Missouri grad or something. Must suck to be her.

In college hoops news: KANSAS IS A NUMBER ONE SEED. Boo yah. I'm excited. Although I secretly wish we were a #2 seed though...number one can be a kiss of death. We'll just have to see. If anyone wants to go in on some tickets for this weekend's Chicago games, let me know...we can split it up. I'm not going to say too much on this subject as I'm sure you'll hear plenty about it later. The best news about this is...IN NO WAY ARE WE PLAYING A "B"-SCHOOL IN THE FIRST ROUND. Woohoo!! :) And congrats to all those who made it to the big dance. It'll be one helluva tournament.

Don't forget about our RBF pool:
Group Name: RBF Bracketology
Group ID# 37463
Password: run26.2
Take this info. Go here: http://tournament.fantasysports.yahoo.com/

So the weekend was spent in Champaign-Urbana with one of my best gal pals, Linds and her hubby. It was quite a good time. Bought a lil' too much. Learned the ins and outs of Wii (and it's SO.STINKIN.AWESOME.) And had an overall grand ole time. :)

And now...because I really...really...REALLY smell bad. I'm going to shower.

Peace out, campers.

WHOA...check out my word verification!!!!! IT'S A SIGN. KANSAS IS GOING ALL THE WAY, BABY!!! You heard it here first.

Streaking - Day 1

Going streaking with the team. Day one!

45 Minutes. 4 Miles.

10:46. 10:27. 11:41. 11:42.

I'll take it! :)

WE'RE GOING STREAKING!!! COME ON EVERYBODY!!!!

Clicky! (and turn your speakers up.)

So with that...I, Running Jayhawk, am declaring my first attempt at a running streak before the second best time of year begins--March Madness. Starting tomorrow (Saturday), I'm going to try and run every day for at least a week...with a minimum distance of at least 2 miles a day (in theory, it'll be more--but everything is nice in theory). I've never been big on the back to back to back running days, so we'll see how this goes over.

Who knows where I'll run...or how far...or whether or not I'll have my clothes on...all I know is...WE'RE GOING STREAKING!!!!!!!!! UP THROUGH THE QUAD AND INTO THE GYMNASIUM!!!!!!

WHO'S WITH ME? (is anyone up for the challenge?) If you're game, bring your green hat!

Marissa: "Frank!"
Frank: "Hey honey hey."
Marissa: "What the hell are you doing?"
Frank: "We're streaking. We're going up through the quad to the gymnasium."
Marissa: "Who's streaking?"
Frank: "There's... There's more coming."
Marissa: "Frank, get in the car."
Frank: "Everybody's doing it."
Marissa: "Now!"
Frank: "Ok."


Editor's Note: I so desperately wanted to find a screenshot of Will Ferrell running through the street, but I had no luck. The inflatable doll will have to suffice, dear readers.

Let's Dance...RBF Bracketology!!

It's almost time for the BIG DANCE.

Let's dance put on your red shoes and dance the blues.


Group Name: RBF Bracketology
Group ID# 37463
Password: run26.2

Take this info. Go here: http://tournament.fantasysports.yahoo.com/
You may need to create a yahoo id...ain't no thang though...it's easy and they don't solicit you with crap you don't want.

Once you're logged in, you'll need the Group ID# and Password and just follow instructions until you're in!

You won't be able to fill out your bracket until after Selection Sunday and you won't be able to view other folks' brackets until after play begins. You'll get to fill out up to five brackets (and if you're smart, you'll have KU losing in the first round in at least one of them and them winning it all in another).

What on earth are you waiting for?! Come join your fellow RBFers and have some fun. And yes, trash talk is totally allowed...all in good fun. Feel free to post this info on your blog...

Winner gets Gu...or something fun and runnerish like that.

So yeah...LET THE MADNESS BEGIN!

Weekend Update.

Welcome to Weekend Update: the Jayhawk Edition.

Good times, campers, good times...no...wait...actually it was...Great times!

The weekend with Mouse and Dice was nothing less than fabulicious. Alcohol was flowing. Friendships were growing. And Phog was hoe-ing himself out to everyone.

Rather than talk about how much fun we all had...I figure it's better you just see for yourself...

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So I'm thinking I need to update all this schtuff on my blog. I was just looking at the calendar and all that jazz and there's some ch-ch-changes that need to go on...

Clearly, there was no race to be run this morning. But rather, a hangover to be hung (and damn it hurt...but it hurt so good!!). The Wacky 5k will have to wait until 2008.

The Brew to Brew is now poo to poo...Mike had something come up that weekend and the rockstar powder puff tag team of Jason, Leah, Barb and Mike had to withdraw from the event. Perhaps we'll map out our own local Brew to Brew here in Chicago...run from Goose Island Brewery to some other place, stopping for beer every half mile along the way. Part stupidity. Part brilliance. But a whole helluvalot of fun.

I did, however, get my rear signed up for the Danskin women's triathlon in July. I'm so very excited about this one since it fills up within a few days of registration opening. It's supposed to be the anti-race environment. Fun times! We've already got the hotel all lined up for that night, too. I'm definitely looking forward to this event...and if you're keeping score, I'm still dreading Galena.

In other running news, the RBF Great Midwest Relay team has a blog revved and ready to go (and we're still in need of a team name...). If you're ever wondering what we're up to, head on over and take a looksie. There's not much up there right now...but something tells me it could get interesting...

Okay. That's all for now. Have a most excellent week, everyone!

Goin' Ice Skating...

There's only one word possible to describe this morning's run...

CRUNCHY.

We had black ice upon ice upon snow upon ice upon more snow and when you put you started to run, you just felt crunching below your feet. Like running on a path of frosted flakes.

It was iiiiinteresting.

...and made for a very slow, cautious run.

I may as well have gone ice skating (in fact...I kinda did)...there was a lot of slippin' and slidin' going on and at one point a handful of us actually toppled on the ice. Good times.

I'm not going to talk about the fact that I was regretting that fifth beer last night around a half mile...but I got through the short run and felt good after the fact (that's what matters, right?).

The weekend as a whole, thus far...is nothing less than super awesome. Mostly because her royal super awesomeness is hangin' with the Kansas clan (hope we gave you a happy birthday, lady!).

Project Kansasizing...SUCCESSFUL. She looked ravishing in her brand spankin' new Kansas t-shirt and at one point I think I even saw her really get into the Kansas/Texas game...which we won after coming back from being down 16 points--it was completely and utterly fantabulous...a game full of fabulosity (as Lisa would say). I was a bit nervous about scaring the shit out of her, as she was watching the game with five crazy Kansas fanatics, but she was lovin' it. Mouse even had a few good ole fashion KU cheers goin' on...see!!! K-U!















But the game...was nothing less than intense. It solidied us as the Big XII conference season champion for regular play and gave us the #1 seed in the Big XII tourney...along with a great case for a #1 seed in the Big Dance (although, to be honest...I'd much rather have a #2 seed...). But I'm sure you'll hear more of my basketball babble over the next few weeks.

For those of you keeping score...Mouse and Phog have solidified their soul mate status. It's awesome. And sweet. And disgustingly cute. And we're all tickled pink over it! I am declaring myself as the ultimate matchmaker. If anyone else out there is open-minded to such a set up...let me know. See...adorable!! But I'll let them tell you all about that on a rainy day.



But it's been some fun times in the Jayhawk/OOSG household. We're getting close to polishing off the rest of the beer in the fridge and we'll be out again in force to paint the town red tonight. And as I always say...an empty fridge and a trash can of beer bottles is indication of a time well spent.