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Are You Ready for Some Football?

It's the most wonderful time of the year.

For my husband.

It's football season.

I'm hoping this means its also the end of basketball season, which has been going on since the last ice age if my calculations are correct.

My husband is in his element, stocking the house with Doritos and Beer and jerky, enough to survive the apocalypse if necessary. He plans to hole up every weekend where he will watch all of his beloved football games from the safety of his man cave.

 It wouldn't be so bad except that he likes college football and the NFL
AND he wants me in the house with him while he is watching.(I don't have to actually participate in the watching - though it is encouraged and I can earn bonus points - he just wants me to be part of the 'experience').

"Don't you want to watch the game with the guys?" I've asked.

"Nope, I love being in my house watching them with you. Hey, when I was in college we used to eat something called frozen turkey loaf for dinner when we watched football. Maybe we can do that?" he asks hopefully.

"Of course, dear." Lucky me.

I could probably weather the next five months a little better if football wasn't on in every room in the house: the man cave, the living room, on every computer screen. Then we get to listen to updates in the car.

I need a plan.

"Let's make a pact this year," I tell him as I'm prepping myself for the Fall lineup.

He responds with a gulp and an 'uh-oh'.

"Let's only have sports on in one room of the house?" I smile like this is a kind, reasonable request.

He fans himself in a panic.

"In just one room? How will I know what's going on in the other games I'm not watching?"

"You can record them."

"What if you're not here?"

"If I'm not here, then you can have football on in all the rooms. BUT if I've just stepped out of the room to, say, make YOU a sandwich, then no, you can't turn over the channel."

He contemplates this, his brain not quite computing.

"What if you're sleeping?" he presses.

"If I'm sleeping you can have it on in the rooms I'm not sleeping in. But it has to be verified. I can't be sprawled out across the couch watching reruns of Big Bang Theory. That's not sleeping. It's resting. It's not okay to turn the channel then."

"I can take a picture of you and prove you are asleep."

"I guess that works."

I feel bad for the guy. I know how much this means to him. But I also like to watch my cheesy yet quaint Hallmark holiday movies and catch up on my Grey's Anatomy reruns. It's a give and take relationship.

"How about," he tries one more time as he trundles down the stairs towards the den, a bag of chips in his hand, "if you die. Would you be upset if you die and came back to haunt me and ALL the TVs were turned to football?"

I arch an eyebrow at him. "No. If I'm dead, watch what you like. But it has to be an accidental death. Remember, there is no football in prison."

He smiles and returns to attention to Sportscenter.

Frowny Face

My husband has a habit of ALMOST finishing something in the refrigerator or the cupboards, but not quite, therefor rendering freeing him of the duty of throwing out a box or cleaning out a dish.

A few days ago I was hot and sick and he informed me that a glass of iced tea would 'fix me right up'.

Well, it would have, if there was any iced tea. He had drank it down to about 1/4 of an inch left in the pitcher.

I pointed out the lack of tea and asked if he could make more. He points out to me that there is still enough 'iced tea sludge' at the bottom of the pitcher to make a suitable glass IF I just add LOTS of water.

He demonstrates.

Basically, what I got was just very brown water and a husband who once again doesn't have to clean out the pitcher. Or make new iced tea.

Author Interview

An author interview from Pembroke Sinclair.
http://pembrokesinclair.blogspot.com/2013/08/the-witches-of-dark-root-by-april.html

Here's a highlight...

Q) What is the oldest thing in your fridge and how old is it?  When I'm novel writing, something has to give. Usually it’s housework and the zipper on my jeans. At this point, I’m not sure that even carbon dating could track the age of what’s in the fridge. It might be easier to just buy a new refrigerator. Or move.

Lessons from the Litter Box

Since I've gotten a cat, I've learned a lot of new things. Here are some of the greatest life lessons my cat has taught me in the last three months...




10. If you didn't catch me, I didn't do it.

9. If I'm not listening to you, it's because you're boring. Do something interesting instead.

8. Meat that comes in a can can't be trusted.

7. If you're fluffy enough, no one notices the weight gain.


6. If the litter box is full, someone WILL come along and clean it. Just wait it out.

5. Don't bite the hand that feeds you. Bite the foot instead. Then run away very fast.

4. No matter what that large, slobbery dude next door tries to tell you, it's not bones he is burying in his backyard.

3. The cuter you are, the badder you can be.

2. When someone squirts you in the face you will stop doing whatever you were doing.


1. There is no problem in the world that a sunbeam and a good nap can't fix.









(one final note: Ive also learned that my husband isn't a huge fan of cats. eek!)

Illusions of Intimacy: Top Five Selling Items in Miss Sasha’s Magick Shop...

In 1973 Miss Sasha's Magick Shoppe was the toast of Dark Root, Oregon. Follow the link to see what her best sellers were during that time.

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Feed Your Fiction Addiction: Review, Guest Post & Giveaway: The Witches of Dark...

The chapter titles in The Witches of Dark Root are named after 70's songs. Here's the first ten. Read on to see how I came up with them and why. Also, a great review on the book.

Prologue: Magic Man

One: Sister Goldenhair

Two: Stairway to Heaven

Three: Hotel California

Four:Dreams

Five: Turn the Page

Six: Wild World

Seven: Witchy Woman

Eight: Maggie May

Nine: Goodbye Yellow Brick Road

Ten: Cat’s in the Cradle

 

Feed Your Fiction Addiction: Review, Guest Post & Giveaway: The Witches of Dark...: I am thrilled to be hosting The Witches of Dark Root tour today. Make sure you read the fun guest post by the author (I had to go back a...

Laurie's Paranormal Thoughts and Reviews: The Witches of Dark Root by April Aasheim: Charact...

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Stop by for a chance to win some fun witchy prizes and read Maggie's interview (from The Witches of Dark Root)

Roam If You Want To

Went to Bozeman, MT last weekend to see my husband's family and friends. It was a great event and Im always astounded by how vibrant the downtown area is. Im even more astounded by the fact that my husband can pick up his friendships he held over 20 years ago and act as if not a day had passed. I envy that a little.

He asks me if I will move there with him when we are old?

"You mean next week?" I respond, rubbing the sore spots on my hips and knees after a water aerobics class.

Even though I know its in the distant future it is scary to think about leaving a community that I love behind. I have lived in this neighborhood for ten years now, which is a record for me. I've always been a 'traveling girl', ready to run off at the first signs of trouble or dash away to a new adventure when life got too mundane. Now, I'm a creature of habit who sings to her cat. When did that happen?

Still, I'm open to the next phase of my life. I've always counted on The Universe to guide me and it's never disappointed, at least when it comes to giving my life meaning. I may not always like, or even agree with the meaning, but every new chapter brings something to the table.

Anyways, will start catching up on this blog again soon. Until I have something solid to write I might just be rambling...