March Madness

For the second year in a row, I've decided to enter my company's March Madness bracket competition thingamajiggy. I found out that both second place and last place win $25 so I figure my complete lack of knowledge in this field could actually win me some money.

What I can't decide is how to choose. These are the options I'm exploring:

1. States/cities I like

2. Mascots

3. Jersey color

4. Player attractiveness

For example, between Michigan State and New Mexico State, I'd have to choose Michigan State since I'm from Michigan.

Between the University of Kentucky's Wildcats and Tennessee State's Bluetick Coonhound, I'm going to go with Kentucky. I mean, the wildcat scares me, but what the heck is a bluetick coonhound!? Let's be real.

And then between Baylor and Sam Houston State, it'd have to be Baylor because I look horrible in orange, which is the S.H.S. jersey color.

As far as the ultimate winner is concerned, I think I'll go with Utah State because I saw part of a game the other night and one of their players is pretty cute. They lost the game I watched but that only makes me want to choose them even more for #1.

No matter how you look at it, I'm about to become $25 richer.

Wednesday Thoughts

Yesterday Kathy asked Justin and me if we are doing anything for the Super Bowl. After discussing Superbowl parties, food, and commercials for a bit, Justin looked at us and said, "Do you guys even know who's playing in the Super Bowl?!" Can you believe his nerve? I mean, it's true that we don't know who's playing, but still. Of course at that point, we started acting even more ignorant that we are, with Kathy suggesting that the Super Bowl was a golf tournament and saying that she heard Tiger Woods and Shooter McGavin were going to be playing. (I would watch it if Shooter McGavin were playing in it.) Anyway, my point is that men always think they know more than women. Maybe my point would be stronger if Kathy and I had actually known who was in the Super Bowl, but still. I'm sure some women know.

In other news, I was really hoping this whole thing with Blagojevich would blow over before I had to learn to say his name but it doesn't look like that's going to happen. I try to stay up on current events, but whenever I try to say his name it comes out Glaboyglavich. It's embarrassing.

It's snowing today. Again. Maybe instead of hating winter, I should make some kind of challenge for myself to distract myself from my impatience with the cold and snow. Here are some ideas:

• Break a world record for most snowmen built
• Break a record for most time spent under a Snuggie (mine hasn't arrived yet)
• Spend two to three hours a week sledding
• Wear a different crazy winter hat every day for the rest of winter

Any other ideas? I did get a new sled a couple years ago, so the sledding idea is a real possibility. But honestly, I think you and I can agree the second one is the most probable.

Michael Phelps Fever

It seems that almost everyone has Michael Phelps fever these days. I can't tell you how many of my friends have said to me, "Michael Phelps is the hottest man alive and I'm in love with him." (I'm not paraphrasing.) While I'm not in love with him, I have been watching him all week, and I think I might be catching the fever.

Tonight Christi and I went to the Tigers game. The game was somewhat painful so we didn't feel guilty leaving our boys after the seventh inning to get back in time to see Michael Phelps at 10:10. We walked into Christi's apartment at 10:03, and turned on the t.v. right away. And oh my gosh, could you guys believe that race tonight!? I had to watch the replay over and over to believe it. Good thing Michael Phelps has 12 foot arms.

I wonder how long the fever is going to last? Remember the last Olympics when he was a huge superstar? Everyone around here was really excited that he was going to be moving to Ann Arbor, but then we basically didn't hear anything about him again until last week. Even though he was in Ann Arbor for the past four years.

Last night I was with some friends for dinner and we were discussing Michael Phelps and how he had just finished at UofM. Betsy asked what he's going into, and Jon said, "endorsements." Sounds about right.

Anyway, I definitely have Michael Phelps fever but I'm not in love with him like some people. I am, however, into Ryan Lochte. He's the hottest man alive and I'm in love with him.