Sunday Pros and Cons

Things to be sad about

• The evil Bianconeri suits fired Ciro. 
• The Bianconeri have lost ten of their last twelve matches, bombed out of both UEFA Champions League and the Coppa Italia, and have sunk to sixth in the table.  Gigi wants out, the big summer signings aren't working out, all the competent strikers are broken, both of the excellent wingers are broken, there is no competent defensive midfielder on the squad, ADP is showing his age (not that he can get any service), and the only reliable bright light anywhere is Gio.
• Mr. Kitchen Aid mixer is dead.
• My body can no longer process carbohydrate, but I don't want to eat meat because I have been trying to be a vegetarian again.
• The Man has a cold.
• Bossboy is retiring in 28 days and I will be all alone.
• The dogwalker is leaving us and Kirby will have to adjust all over again.

Things to be happy about

• My cyber friends love me, even though they are Inter fans.  They've been passing me cyber-tissues, making me cyber-tea, pouring me cyber-drinks, and giving me cyber-hugs all weekend as I try to process the footie-related bad news.
• It turns out that there is a guy at work who knows footie.  There is actually someone in real life besides The Man to whom I can complain about Cristiano Ronaldo's cha-cha, and they understand what I'm talking about.  His in-laws follow Mexico, so now I'm definitely making an El Tri WCS.
• Bean 2.0 is going to be a boy child.  it would have been good news if he were going to be a girl child, but still
• I have a generous gift certificate to spend here, and I'm pretty sure that this yarn in the heavy weight will work nicely for a cardigan I have planned.
• It snowed yesterday, about 5-6 inches, way more than expected.
• I hit a new Bunny record on the treadmill this week.

Things that it would be ungracious to be happy about, so I'll just say I told you so.

• John Terry is embroiled in scandal.  I sometimes take an immediate and visceral dislike to someone I've just met for no particular reason.  It frequently happens that the person turns out to be a complete douche.  I have a bit of a talent for figuring out the bad apples in the bunch on instinct, probably because I can smell bullshit, horseshit, and chickenshit from a mile away.  Now John Terry is not someone who I have met in person.  He is an English football player, captain of Chelsea FC (the most evil football club on Planet Earth) and captain of the English national team as well.  From the beginning, I have despised him.  I think he's a dirty player who gives out cheap and dangerous fouls, and he's a whiny bitch on the pitch.  Most of the rest of the world adores him, but I hate him.  He is reportedly cheating on his wife with the long-term girlfriend of his best friend, also a beloved English footie player on the national team.  He is being booed everywhere, and may lose his England captaincy.  I say what do you expect from a guy who remarked about his long-anticipated overthetop wedding, "Thank fuck that's over." 

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Random Thoughts Upon Examining a stash of old-ish photographs

Here are La Viola celebrating after a JuanManuel Vargas goal.  From left to right:  Pasquale (I think.  Could be Gobbi), Alberto Gilardino (smiling! sort of), Marco, Donadel, Krol (you can only see a left eye and a sliver of face), and JuanManuel (giving thanks to his pal Jesus).  La Viola plays today, so I will be busy later.

And this was the view of the field for the first ten minutes of the DC United--Real Madrid friendly from August last year.  Asshole. 

This is how Yarn Bandit likes to spend his weekends.  On my lap.  Hunkered down but good.

Kirby, in snow, wearing his fetching blue sweater.

The Boys, enjoying all the creature comforts of Dirtbunny's bed.  See how Kirby is under the covers and Yarn Bandit has found the warm spot that Bunny made?  Dang they're cute.



And why is it so cozy comfy in there?  Because of this:

As part of the Hellhole Project of 2009, we had a new heating and cooling system installed so there is now functioning heat in the bedroom, which previously had only non-functioning heat.  Sixty-six degrees!  A Festivus miracle.

Okay then.  Back to football.

Snicker.  Um, before they flamed out of Confederations Cup, gli Azzurri spanked the USMNT but good.  So, happy smurfs celebrating a JoeBeppe goal and a very unhappy Captain America.  Snerk.

MMmmmmmmm.  Gio.   Mmmmmmm.  Raul.

Poor Gigi.  It's hard being adored and having everyone want your picture.

Happy Birthday to me

Don't bother me.  I'll be drunk/busy.  And have a wonderful day

Luca Lunedi

He has returned to Italia.  Released on loan from Bayern Munich on a free transfer, freed from the clutches of Louis Von Gaal, Loooca has signed a deal with A.S. Roma,  i Lupi, i Giallorossi.  And get this:  He is playing football again.

Doesn't he look lovely in Roma's third kit Halloween kit of love?  He even got a hair cut!

I'm so proud of him.  He started this weekend against the Donkeys and he played well and looked to be both alive and enjoying himself on the pitch again.  No more compulsory posing in lederhosen!  No more compulsory endorsements of  sausages for Uli Hoeness!  Back to the dignity and grandeur of A.S. Roma!  if you know anything about the Giallorossi, you are laughing your ass off right now.  "dignity"  snerk

He's still a-bitchin' and a-moanin', just the way we like him.  Glory, glory!  I bet he's thriled to be back in a country where they actually eat vegetables sometimes.