Saintsgiving.

Thanksgiving has come and gone, and I’m finally taking the time to blog about our day.  Now that we’re in December, that’s appropriate, right?

The highlight - other than the food, family and fun – was watching the Saints play the Dallas Cowboys and finally getting revenge on them after last year’s heart breaking loss. 

Here are some pics of my family of Saints fans:

Joe and me before the game!

My little Who dat!

Uncle Glenn, Aunt Clarissa, Chris and Ale

My dad missed the memo that the Saints were playing, not LSU!

Crazy Joe and my child who refuses to look at the camera!  I made her a turkey bow and woven headband to match her outfit.  The headband came off before we even got there.  She settled on the bow and then ripped that out later.

AS usual, she’s trying to get away from me!  I get no love from this child when there’s playing to be done!

Joe’s “sassy” expression in the background owns me.  Anna paused to eat a chip with her Aunt Lea Lee.

Anna and her cousins spent the majority of the day sticking these leaves to the glass windows.

A little saucy pose right before the game started. 

Anna, MiMi and Aunt Lea Lee.  Of course Anna is still eating and not looking at the camera. By this point, I gave up.

Anna is patting her cousin Aydan on the back for a job well done with the leaves.

My uncle’s finger got in the way!

Anna and Paw Paw = BFF

  Do I have the cutest nephew or what?!  He could be a baby model!


She looks all innocent, but don’t let that sweet face or bowl of chips fool you!

I hope you all had a wonderful Thanksgiving!

Future footballer.

Anna is already in training to be a future Saint. She’s perfecting her spiral as I type this.

Here she is completely enthralled with the first pre-season Saints game against the Patriots.

Yes, I know she watches TV up close.  I’m going to mommy hell, aren’t I?

I thought these fabulous socks would bring the Saints some good luck.  Nope.

She’s already drooling over football players.  Lucky me.

Dirty chicken.

Since the Saints returned last night for their pre-season opener, what better way to celebrate the beginning of football season than with a plate full of fried chicken.

That’s exactly what we did. 

We ate chicken.  We laughed.  We cried.  It was glorious.

Anna, being the most helpful little child on the planet, offered to take my plate of half eaten chicken into the kitchen.  I politely asked her to throw the chicken into the trash can.  She loves throwing things away.  Thank GOD she takes after me in this respect.

So, I wait patiently for her to return.  30 seconds goes by, no Anna.

I trek into the kitchen and find Anna sitting on the floor.  Her back was turned to me at the time, so I had to walk around to see what she was doing.

What was she doing?

Eating the half-eaten piece of chicken with a spoon.

She has figured out how to open the utensil drawer and grab out whatever utensil she wants to use.  For this feat, she chose a spoon. 

Sometimes you just have to go with it, people.  She’s creative. 

Hell hath frozen over.

I guess hell has frozen over, hasn’t it?  Not only did our Saints make it to the Super Bowl this year, THEY WON IT!  I don’t think I’ve experienced such true joy and elation since my daughter was born.  If you’re a resident of New Orleans, you understand how important this win is for the city and the people there.  Even if you’re not a resident, you understand. 

In true Natalie form, I took my camera to my mom's house fully intending to take pictures the moment we took hold of the Lombardi trophy, but I left it in the camera bag the whole night. So, I don't have any pictures to post of our victory. Let's just say that I jumped up and down like a kangaroo on a hot road and probably dislodged some vital organs. That's OK, though, our Saints are WORLD CHAMPIONS.

So, in light of how awesome a night last night was, I wanted to share some of my favorite Superbowl commercials of the night. Admittedly my focus was on the game, so I had to re-watch most of them to get the point or to laugh at the funny parts. 

If you're my friend, you know all about my major obsession with all things Golden. So, it's no surprise that my absolute favorite commercial starred our favorite friend, Betty White!

After watching this two or three times, I finally got it! It's not that I'm dense, it's just that I wasn't paying attention. After it sunk in, I shed one tear. Or maybe two. Ok, three. SHUT IT!

Ok, is it sad that this reminds me of something Cosmo would do? Right after he humped our legs.

So, what were some of your favorite commercials? Oh, and how bout 'dem SAINTS?! WHO DAT!

There really is an app for everything.

It’s no secret that I’m a Saints fan.  Even if you’re not much of a football fan, I’m sure you’re aware that the Saints have kicked major butt this season and will be playing in their first Super Bowl game this Sunday evening.  Having a ticket to to attend this bowl game is like having a golden ticket to see Willie Wonka. 

Unless you’re a big wig politician, a multi-millionaire or a sucker willing to go into deep amounts of debt to attend this game, your butt will be firmly planted on your plush sofa yelling WHO DAT from the privacy of your own home (or friends’ home or local bar or tailgate party).  My point is that these tickets are extremely expensive and extremely difficult to obtain. 

Since we’re not politicians or multi-millionaires, we decided to press our luck and buy some charity raffle tickets online.  Hey, they were only $2, and they went to a good cause.  So, we said a silent prayer and clicked the submit button to close the deal.  We never win anything.  Ever.  However, a fortune cookie told us that this would be the best year ever, so we knew we’d win.  Why not?  A fortune cookie said so.  The best year ever = going to the Super Bowl.  Case closed.  

So, Wednesday was the lucky day – the day our names would surely be chosen for this amazing prize.  Tick tock, tick tock, no calls.  No emails.  No nothing.  Did they forget about us?  Did we input our phone number incorrectly?  What gives?!

In a distracted state of mine, I began preparing lunch for my child.  You know, a healthy lunch like Swanson’s chicken nuggets and a cheese slice.  In the middle of my preparation, Joe’s phone rings.  He looks at the caller ID.  He shows me the phone - “Number unavailable.”  Who the heck could it be?  We both stare at each other in nervous anticipation.  He slides the bar and answers the phone. Here’s how the conversation goes:

Joe: "Hello?"
Pause
Joe: "Yes, this is Joe!"
Pause
Joe: You're kidding me!!!

At this point I’m grabbing the counter to keep from passing out on the floor.  My heart is racing a mile a minute, and I’m about to explode with the loudest WHO DAT ever heard ‘round these parts. 

Joe: "WE NEVER WIN ANYTHING! Oh MY GOD!"

Then he throws the phone to me and says, "Talk to them!"

I'm yelling into the phone, "Hello? Hello? Hello?" No response. I panic.  "Holy crap, Joe, you hung up on them! I panic some more.  “How do we call them back?!”

Joe falls over in a fit of laughter while I'm standing there still talking to some non-existent person on the other end of the line.  My world came crashing down, everything faded to brown and black. I realized, at that point, that I'd been had by the King Jokester.  He can’t even speak because he’s laughing so hard.  I’m just standing there with the biggest WTF expression on my face.  Complete and utter disgust.

He walks up to me and shows me his newest iPhone App - the Fake Caller app. You can set it up for your phone to ring with a fake caller on the other end.  Now iPhone can be proud of all of the divorces they will cause ‘round the world from this idiotic crap.  How many hearts have to be broken before this type of stuff is outlawed? 

I'm going to need therapy after today's events. Does iPhone have an app for that?

No longer the Aints.

Unless you live under a rock (or have no interest in Football), you know that my New Orleans Saints have FINALLY made it to the Super Bowl for the first time in franchise history! Notice I said “my” New Orleans Saints? That’s because Drew Brees and Scott Fujita have a mad crush on me. I also have some ocean front property in Arizona to sell you.

So, in two weeks, the Saints will be winning the Super Bowl when they play against our other favorite team, the Colts. What shall I wear, you may ask? Well, the truth is that I don’t have anything to wear. No Brees Jerseys, no bejeweled fleur-de-lis jackets to wear. Let’s head to Ebay and see what’s available, shall we?

The Frederick’s of Hollywood line. Now all I need are some matching thongs, and I’ll be all set!

Hot damn! I found ‘em! What else? Hmm, a skirt, perhaps?

Yes, my friends, this is a skirt. It’s long enough to cover up one of my butts.

In all seriousness, unless your chosen profession is pole dancing, who would wear this? Back to the drawing board, folks.