LITTLE BOYS AND THIER TOYS

Let the trash talkin’ begin…....oh wait it already has. Today Lame Lane Kiffin showed his ass and called out arguably 2 of the most powerful coaches in all of college football. He basically called Urban Meyer a cheater and Nick Saban a punk recruiter. What an idiot. (somewhere Fat Phil is 20 lbs. lighter because he has laughed half his ass off)

How stupid do you have to be to go after these 2. If you are trying to prove you can hang with the big boys, this is sooooo not the way to do it. This doesn’t prove anything other than you are a big mouthed, no-class moron.

You have NOTHING, ZIP, NADA, ZILCH to back up your big smack-talking mouth. You have not coached game 1 in the SEC and you want to go toe to toe with the 2 best coaches before you even get to spring practice?!?!!? Dude are you freakin’ nuts????

And you Lance Thompson…challenging Nick Saban to a recruiting duel??!? What kinda drugs are you on, and can I have some? I hate to tell you that if you go head to head against Nick Saban, you will lose, every time. He obviously doesn’t need you to land a #1 recruiting class. Not one recruit that “you” helped get left after you did. Needless to say I don’t think they were coming to UA just because of you.

This is the classic saga of the little kid who always gets picked last for kickball one day deciding to stand up to the bigger, faster, stronger kids on the playground. In my recollection it usually doesn’t end well for the little guy.

See you boys in October.

PAGING DR. MOM

This past week was a rough one. My little monkey was a sick, pitiful little girl. She had a nasty stomach bug that I know she got from me, that I got from someone, probably at the grocery store since I am there about every other day and EVERYONE has to come tell me how cute my daughter is, as if I don’t know this, and bring their germy hands and face into our personal space somewhere.

This was the first time she was really sick. We have been through the sniffles but this was real Momma can’t kiss it, make it better with a bit of cake, some extra hugs and a special juice cup sick. It was unbearable to see her like that.

I knew being a Mom was gonna be tough. Sleepless nights, whinny days, temper tantrums, and general mother-daughter battles, but no one told me about this. I have literally cried myself to sleep the past week because I couldn’t make it better.

Momma’s are supposed to be magical. We can heal scraped knees with a CareBear Band-Aid and a kiss We scare away the scariest under-bed-monsters and tell the most fanciful bedtime stories, but I could do nothing for her to make her feel better. We watched countless hours of Backyardigans and Ratatouille. I hugged her and kissed her and gave her all the popsicles and juice she wanted. I fixed her favorite meals and sang her lullabyes and held her until she feel asleep in my arms from exhaustion.

She is all better now and back to her happy wonderful self and I have come to realize I am in fact, not Super Mom. I am a damn good Mom, but even I have my limits. Boys will break her heart, friends will hurt her feelings, and her Daddy will make her so mad she will spend hours in her room crying. All that I can handle just spare me from anymore sick baby. It is just too heartbreaking to see, even for a hard-ass like me.