Wicked Smart

Pardon my French, but this week has sucked like a cheerleader on prom night.  This week has been an epic failure on a colossal level; one so big only a trip to DSW and a German Chocolate cupcake can turn it around.  I know, I know, those are ridiculous pick-me-ups but, in all honesty, this week has been terrible in only the most first-world-problems of ways.  But I still can't wait for it to be over! I have suffered three (3!) losses this week.  I guess the ambiguous league of people who say stuff that is repeated as fact were correct, it really does come in threes.   First, I lost my favorite Sounder. Roger Levesque has been my go-to Sounder for several years now.  He has been with the team for 9 seasons and made the transition from USL to MLS with his mustache in tact.         He has always been a fan favorite for his awesome facial hair, pleasant demeanor and underdog position on the team.  Critics have always q...

Donut day at work and Jeff was nice enough to stop by Top Pot and pick up a couple dozen fresh donuts. I had a filled donut covered in powdered sugar which I ended up getting everywhere, including my keyboard. We made a joke about using a business card to line it up and snort it, which reminded me of a great childhood story. I grew up in the 80s. My siblings are 15, 12 and 4 years older than me so I was brought up with exposure to things my friends weren't, including MTV and HBO. I always thought the girls in the HBO movies were so cool with their giant shoulder pads, long, dangly earrings and vials of cocaine. Yep, I just said that. I obviously didn't understand what it was. All I knew was that the pretty, cool girls in the movies my family watched all had tiny vials of white stuff they would line up and snort. And I wanted to be a pretty, cool girl too. So at 5 years old I decided to start using my pixie sticks as mock coccaine. (My mother had something against lettin...