Done with the Katrina shit

Okay, they won, the Who Dat nation won, their team, the Saints won. They, The Saints, planned hard, they executed a very well thought out game plan, they got the best of The Greatest QB of all time on the grandest stage, by the way 106+ MILLION people watched that game, nice.

But my NFL team, my guys, my team I root for, is the Indianapolis Colts... I watched my team lose and it hurt... I kinda watched as my team lost... I was goaded into changing a baby diaper on my lilest B, Bug. My wife whom I love isn't a psycho football fan. Oh, she was wearing her Colts shirt, in fact all my kids had their gear on, hats shirts Jersey's! But she's not a real fan. She just watches because I'm teh fan. But we watched the game at my mother-in-law's house. I love her, she's a great person and I'm lucky to have a great Mom n law, she made food as she does very well, always yummy. But her daughter, my wife is not a kitchen savy gal. I made a Taco Salad-ish dish I make, called Junk. It's my dad's recipe and it's a good one. I had some left over meat and she saw it in a bowl and thought it was the turkey chili she was going to use to make her chili bowls (a very good food), but a alas, it was not. She made the bowls and thought it was her chili instead of ever realizing it was left over mexi-beef... She was uber pissed at me when I told her it was in fact, not her turkey chili... So she's pissed at me and her aunt is sittin in a chair, next to a fire and bouncing Bug on her knee (they were goin' to town!) All of a sudden she smells poop and yells at Paige to come change the diaper. She said get me to do it and w/o trying to be a jerk, I was already gettin up (I change diapers all the time, no biggie) I was gonna do it. But people were eating and not wanting to change a shat diaper in the living room and effecting appetites, I changed her in the next room over. But I get her on the floor, the game was close still, Indy was down 7 and driving, it was gonna be a good game. I drop down and remove the shoes and pants, I get the diaper undone, and Manning throws a pick 6!....I missed it all! I came back in the room and we're down 14.... WTF! Did the game get rewound? Nope, did I get to see it happen, nope.... Did any of that make me feel better... nope, all because of the diaper....

Now onto my main point and I'll try to keep it short...

Katrina happened, 4 and a half YEARS AGO! The town isn't 100% back to what it was, but what it was was a shit hole. I desolate pile of underwater crap! It is/was a cess pool of debauchery... The French Quarter and Bourbon St. in particular is known for being that street you probably shouldn't take your daughter-mother-grandmother- young son anyone with strict religious values, the list can go on, mine won't, if you weren't or aren't in a fraternity or in a "friend's w/ beni's relationship," don't take 'em down there. At least this is what I've been told, NO is one of the few places in the country I have not been to myself. But this is exactly the impression I've been given from everyone I've ever met that has been there. I personally think, it's right up my alley, I'd love to go!

My point of this is not to beat up the city of NO. But to beg them to take the opportunity that it has right now. While the WORLD is watching, with a positive intrest and a glowing light. Make New Orleans... NEW Orleans! Or literally change the name of teh city to Naw'lins. Do something dramatic. In sports, a change of scenery can

ARE YOU READY YET!

RANDOM kid thought for the day:

When I tell my kids hey, I'll do this_____, then I'll take you out to eat, to the movies, to whatever, they don't seem to care or listen... My blank is usually filled with words like "get ready" "put clothes on" "stop doing what you're doing and do what I tell you to do." I can't understand why not listening to me or SugarBear and continuing to blankly stare at a tv or play with whatever toy thing that's occupying their current state of attention seems more important than us. I mean when I was a kid and it RARELY happened this way, but, had my Ma come in to my room, or just one that I was in at the time, and said, "Hey get dressed and we'll go see a movie," I was in clothes regardless of a matching status, and was ready to rock and roll, the movie itself didn't matter so much. So why, fast forward 20 years and my kids really couldn't be bothered by listen in order to do cool shit. I feel like somewhere along the way, I blurred the lines of Dad and buddy. I feel like when I talk they seem to think that I'm not entirely serious, or that I don't mean what I say.

Yesterday for example, Boudreaux shot Buttercup with an air-sof (wtf-ever on sp) gun. She had this lump on her back where he shot her, it was raised and feverish. He was giggling about it. I said, "Son... WHY!" He tells me, my friend said it wouldn't hurt. SO Without a hesitation, I took the gun from this kid that told my son it wouldn't hurt and I shot my son, in the back of teh arm. He SCREAMMMMMED like holy hell. HE said he was sorry for shooting Buttercup and he wouldn't do it again. But here is another related issue. I am against giving kids guns, toy guns that is. I understand, that if you don't, boys will at the very least make a crude gun out of a stick and pretend it's real. But I finally caved after years of not allowing them, i got my kids Nerf Dart Guns for Christmas. The very first dart my son shoots, hits my daughter, Buttercup in the fuckin eyeball! Totally an accident, but it was almost immediate and I was freakin out about toy guns in the house. I am not some pacifist or some goofy guy completely against weaponry or fighting or violence even, I'm not. I'm a War veteran, I've seen the real shit that movies wish they could emulate and trust me, they don't and can't. But did I open myself up to my son shooting my duaghter with the air-sof because I let them have Nerf Guns?

Teh...really?!?!

Okay ya'll listen up, I don't misspell a ton of words when I type, but, for some reason when I type teh word "the" I screw it up, I think I type "t" "h" "e", like every other person, that's how I learned how to spell teh word teh, but for some strange reason, I seem to type it all retarded like that teh.... If anyone knows the cure for my disease, hit me up with teh antidote, i seriously don't know if I'll have any sort of dignity if I can't spell teh word teh...THE....

I took the required typing class in teh 7th grade, on a typewriter, the really old kind that Bugs Bunny used in teh 1940's Warner Brother classics! Old.... I learned where to put my fat lil fingers and did I really ever type that way? Nope, I "hunted and pecked" which she HATED, she, the teacher, I got yelled at daily, but I was typing faster than most other teh kids in that class and acing the typing tests.... did I ever take another typing class? nope, I just type all ass backwards, my left hands is to teh left of teh keyboard with my fingers hovering over teh keys waiting to strike the keys left of the r-d-c buttons, everything right of the r-d-c buttons, is teh property of my right hand.... yeah, I know it's jacked up typing, but I've been doing it for 15 years, this is like Tim Tebow's retarded throwing motion, it ain't gettin fixed.

So as you read my blogs, if you notice or come across a misspelled THE, as seen like TEH, get over it, it's a word, besides you and I both know if you're gettin hung up over that, I don't want you readin this shit anyway!

First Blog...

So this is my first shot at blogging. Bare with me, it'll be a rough take off, but it'll be smooth flyin after I get it under control. If you are reading my blogs, don't be easily offended. There will likely be potty mouth language, there will be sports talk, politics, parenting chit chat, and the ever popular, what ever the hell is on my mind stuff. And that folks is likely to be where the troubles will be. I'll use this forum to vent about all sorts of stuff, work, kids, finances, the wife.... yup sorry SugarBear... My Indianapolis Colts, Texas Longhorns, My UofM Wolverines, and My Detroit Pistons, Red Wings and the lowly Lions.... Have fun reading, It should be fun! Thanks for stoppin by.

Wherever you are, thanks for making me apart of your day- Colin Cowherd