I’ve calmed down a bit about the Cowboy’s loss.  It’s not just the whole Romo-Simpson thing. 
The entire team just seemed to fall apart.  I still think women are just plain distracting for Tony.
Either he’s pickin’ the wrong girls, or the timing is just not in his favor.  For 67 million  he
ought to be able to pull his head out of the clouds.  I don’t even think keeping Jessica away
from the games will help.  I think we need to keep her out of his head.  My dad keeps telling me how
badly a beautiful woman can zap a man’s sense.  I think we saw Exibit A last week. 
It’s not just her (although, personally, I have some issues with her anyway), it’s all women. 
Just keep them away from Tony until the season is over! 
I know, I know…one loss is not the end of the world.  But it’s not that Eagles were so good. 
We were just horrible.  Anymore like that and I’ll believe a first-round bye was a total waste.

Okay…*deep breath*…I’m over it.  On to real life, my life.

During the rainstorm this morning, God sent one loud crack of thunder to wake me up.  Just one.
Thunder is not unusual in these parts when a front is threatening the coast.  Neither is it strange for
there to be no thunder.  But to thunder once?  It is a scandal from which our household has yet to recover.

Sonya and I watched “Curious George” last night while everyone else had their outings and concerts.
The other children were stunned that she might possibly see a movie before they did.  (Gotcha.)
It was so much fun to sit with her–just the two of us together–and listen to her giggle about George
eating fireflys.

I’m glad it’s rainy.  I have presents to wrap.  And the dark cloudiness makes it feel more like
Christmastime.  Somehow it’s easier to believe it’s getting cold when it’s storming.  At least
the forcast for the temperature on Christmas day has gone down ten degrees.

You know in that song where it says

     “…please have snow and mistletoe,
        and presents on the tree…”

Well, we actually have some on our tree.  Every year the children try to figure out how many presents
are actually small enough for the branches to hold.  I love it.  It’s amazingly nostalgic.

    Christmas is coming, the goose it getting fat
    Please put a penny in the old man’s hat
    If you haven’t got a penny then a ha’penny will do
    If you haven’t got a ha’penny then God bless you