I realized a couple days ago that I scheduled a plane flight to be basically during the entire superbowl (I get on around kickoff, and get to my destination three hours later, plus time to get to the hotel...). Ah well--y'all will have to tell me which commercials to watch.

Of course I actually do know when the Superbowl is, and probably everyone does by now, but a couple of weeks ago when those ads started I really did think it was ridiculous.

I am hoping to eat some queso on Sunday. Also, something about the local sports franchise.

People around here, how are football fans, are generally split between New England and New York.

In my knitting group there's a woman whose family is a fan of one and her husband and his family are a fan of the other. So her kids get Patriots stuff and Giants stuff from different grand parents. I think her husband is a Giants fan, so the kids Patriots stuff comes out when her parents come over, and then goes back into closet when they are gone.

I am basically psyched for the Avengers trailer they've been teasing...teased teasers of teaser trailers. And...I'm sucked right in.

probably everyone does by now

I do *now*. I didn't fifteen minutes ago.

Hey, I work Sundays! Oh, wait, the game's in the evening, everyone will be getting all their work out of the way early so they can watch the game. Dammit, that means Sunday will be busy.

A friend of mine is having a SuperBowl party and another friend was talking about how she may or may not come for the party because of how seriously she takes the game. I said, "Ok, so let me get caught up so I know what to do on Sunday. Who's playing?"

She laughed and told me, so my next question was, "And who are we rooting for?"

Turn out the Giants. Okay. Good to go.

For me, the important football game took place on Jan. 9th (Roll Tide!).

SWEET FUCKING JESUS. They have made me the primary presenter on this meeting I wasn't originally invited to. I am in now way prepared for this. I was really looking forward to not even being part of this. And now I'm not only on the spot, but I'm the bad guy.

MOTHERFUCKER. I can't believe I'm thrown under the bus, and the vendor CEO is checking in to a flight, so he's NOT EVEN LISTENING.

Seriously, this is slack on more than one side. I'm a business analyst, not a relationship manager or an executive. This is seriously out of control. I have no leverage.

This is the problem with setting expectations, and the business owner looking for the grail up my ass.

For those enraged by Komen who want to continue to contribute to breast cancer research, I'm tossing out my suggestion for The Dr Susan Love Research Foundation>.

She spoke at JPL's Women's History Month celebration a few years ago and is doing excellent research into breast cancer. If you're in the LA area, you can volunteer to be a lab rat, too!

And of course toss a buck or two in the Planned Parenthood kitty. [link]

So, February.

fe BREW airy?

or

feb YOU airy?

I use "feb YOU airy" even though it seems wrong.