Hear ye! Hear ye! Hear ye!
Now on this February 2nd, 2014, at the One Hundred and Twenty Eighth Annual Trek of the Punxsutawney Groundhog Club at Gobbler's Knob, Punxsutawney, Pennsylvania, Punxsutawney Phil, the Seer of Seers, Prognosticator of Prognosticators, was awakened from his winter nap at 7:28am by the huge crowd of his faithful followers.
Phil looked to the sky and gazed around his stump. Then, speaking in Groundhogese, he directed President Deeley to the proper scroll, which reads:
A Superbowl winner I will not predict,
But my weather forecast you cannot contradict.
Why, that's not a football but my shadow I see!
Six more weeks of winter, it must be!
Good on ya, Phil, my friend. Another year, another whacky woodchuck weather prediction.
The calendar aligned crazily this year to give us not only the yearly rodent regalia, but also Superbowl Sunday AND our anniversary all on the same day.
And it wasn't just some boring ole Superbowl. It was a Superbowl in which we could actually kinda root for someone.
We didn't have a choice. It was like St. Patty's day around here.....EVERYONE was a Hawks fan for these past few weeks.
You would think you would be safe at the grocery store. Nope. At the deli counter I was required to "WOOT!" upon receipt of my deli meat selections in response to "GO HAWKS!" from Deli Gramma (that's what I call her). She had dyed blue and green hair this past weekend.
Mikey decided that he wanted the Seahawks to win "da whole fing". And one day Katie came home from school singing, "What does the HAWK say? Win, win, win, wuh-win, wuh-win, win!"
Craziness.
You know what else is crazy? When die-hard Seattle fans - life fans! - start rooting for the other team to score some points. Just a few anyways. Insert sad emoticon here. No one can say Hawks fans don't have big hearts.
But, trust me, that did not stop them from cheering every single Seahawks score/forced turn-over all the way to the bitter end. Every SINGLE one. There were lots of happy people in the PNW that night, let me tell you.
Watching the game with fans makes it SO much more interesting and fun.
Huzbend cooked up some blue and green manicotti (yes, he succumbed to the Hawk fever) for dinner. It was kind of appropriate with the game being held in New Jersey and all. All other food items were ceremonially blue and green as well. Green guacamole, blue tortilla chips, blue ranch dressing. All kinds of awesomeness!
Annnnnd, the kids pigged out on Skittles, potato chips, and pumpkin muffins. We celebrated the win with brownies and ice cream. It was good times.
The day before, Saturday that would be, Huzbend and I went on a date for our anniversary. We drove into Seattle for a pizza lunch and caught Spamalot at the 5th Avenue Theatre.
It's a good show. Catch it if you can. I've seen it twice and it was still as funny as the first time.
There's been other things going on, like sickness and stuff, but I can't really remember them. So, I will sign off for now and hope to come back in a few days with more time and a bigger update.
