Super Bowl XLIV

Today is the 2010 Super Bowl!!! The teams playing today are the Indianapolis Colts, and the New Orleans Saints. The Saints are supposedly the underdog, from what I understand, because the Colts' quarterback (Peyton Manning) is really good. In my opinion, I think that the Saints will see this coming, and overcompensate for the fact that they have Manning, and shut him out altogether. I even placed a bet with my Bro that the Saints would sack Manning and injure him in some way at least once in the game (by injure him, I don't just mean he'll be hurting at the end of the game, I mean they'll actually have to take a knee at least once, and send medics out there to see if he's alright). I also bet that the Saints would run in a touchdown from the fifty yard line or more at least once by the end of the game (slightly unlikely, because big dramatic touchdowns like that are rare, but I'm still willing to bet that the Saints are determined enough to pull it off). And of course, I am rooting for the Saints, but you've probably already figured that out, huh? It is pretty obvious. Anyway, I'll leave it at that for now, and later (after I watch the game, of course) I'll add to this post and let you know how it all went (whether I broke the bank, or struck gold).
GO SAINTS!!!
Until later today, Miss Eccentric.
(Just in case you're wondering, XLIV means 44 in Roman Numerals)

Way later today...

It was their first Super Bowl ever, they came from 10 points behind and went to 14 points ahead, and they are....The Saints!!!
Was I surprised? Absolutely not. Obviously, I knew from even before the game that the Saints would indeed win. And I have this blog to prove it. The best part? I won fifty cents from my dad, the genius (and I'm not exaggerating, to be a genius your IQ has to be 140 or higher, and his is roughly 160 or more last time he checked). Right before watching the game, we all (my Bro, Mom, Dad and I) placed our fifty cent to a dollar bets, and I happened to bet my dad that the Saints would run in a touchdown from the fifty yard line or more. Well, Tracy Porter (cornerback to the Saints, and yes, cornerback, not quarterback), ran 74 yards to the in-zone, assuring New Orleans' win (31 to 17, in case you're wondering). The other bets placed earlier today by family and me:
Bro bet Mom that Peyton Manning would throw a touchdown in the first half, gaining fifty cents from Mom.
Mom bet Bro that the Saints would win the coin toss, gaining fifty cents from Bro (they called heads and got it).
Bro bet Mom that the Saints would kick instead of receive, losing fifty cents to Mom.
Dad bet Mom that Peyton Manning would score only two touchdowns, but the Saints would win anyway, gaining one dollar from Mom.
And finally, I bet Bro that Peyton Manning would get injured at least once during the game, unfortunately losing fifty cents to him.
I also bet my Grandfather on my mom's side that the Saints would win, so he owes me a dollar for betting that the opposition would win. But I'll collect later.
In other news, I have predicted that there will be a new sports drink, called New Orleans Brees, after the Saints quarterback, Andrew Brees. They'll have a commercial about it and everything. It'll have Drew Brees, and he'll be throwing the bottle really far or drinking it or something, and then he'll say something like, "Wanna throw like me? Drink Brees."
Any-ways...That's all I got for now, folks. It's time for me to end this post. But before I go, Congratulations New Orleans Saints!!! You all deserve it, and one more thing...Who dat!!!
Blog ya later, Miss Eccentric.

I've got the GICS!

I, am so sorry for not blogging for several days, but I have to say, I do have a pretty good excuse: I was busy. Okay, so that's not a very good excuse at all, but hey. I really was busy (playing RuneScape! ha ha). Anyway, today's blog is about how I seem to have a problem with going in circles a lot lately (let's face it, this isn't a new problem. Its been going on for a while). You see, I can just be doing something in the house, or at the store, or whatever, and I'll just stand there and go in circles, not knowing where to go first. I have to say, I know that I look like a total dork when I do that, but I also know for a fact that I'm not the only one to do it. My mom does it, for one. So I know I'm not the only freak in the world that goes in circles because they forgot where they were going, or just didn't know what they were going to do first. And this going-in-circles-syndrome (GICS, we'll call it) tends to get worse when I'm getting ready for company to come to our house, like on my birthday. We had some friends and family coming over, and I just kept going in circles trying to get the food and what-not ready. And GICS doesn't just stop at when you're trying to get ready for someone to visit, or when you're in a rush, or whatever. It can also effect how you talk, write, read, play games, drive, etc. etc. It can effect just about anything in your life. Like, I know for a fact that I tend to talk and write (and especially think) in circles, so whenever I'm talking to someone, they get confused and don't really know what I'm trying to say. My train of thought can get pretty out-there, going from talking about football, to thinking about football, then what comes with watching football, like when it's super-bowl (you know, you always eat chips, salsa, guacamole, etc.), to how I like guacamole a lot, to that one line in Austin Powers: Gold Member, when number two walks in, and Austin is all taken-aback by the giant mole on his face, and he says, "I'd like to cut that up and make some guacamole!" (or something along those lines), and then how I do think that Austin Powers is one hilarious movie, and how the actor is also quite hilarious, and how I like the movie The Love Guru, and how to this day I like to do that one hand shake ("give me a pound, lock it down, break the pickle, tickle tickle!), and how I'm very ticklish, but don't like to be tickled too much, then (I could keep going with this train of thought for at least five times the amount of time I've spent on it so far, but I'll just stop it now for your sake) I'll come out and say something like, "are you ticklish?" without explaining to the person I was talking to how I got to that, when we were just talking about football. Now you can see why people tend to think that I am very random, and that I may have ADD. Which, really, I wouldn't be surprised, since I tend to lose interest quickly, and I'll be on one thing one second, then I'll switch full gears onto something completely different the next. Like now, how I was talking about going in circles, and now I've somehow gotten to the fact that I may have ADD. Of course, I also have a slight OCD problem as well, but that's a whole other blog. Anyway, I don't know if any of you have suffered from GICS, but for me, it's part of an every day struggle. Although, it's not really a struggle, because I'm used to it, and I wouldn't be the same person if I wasn't totally out-there like all my friends and family know I am. So, anyway. Hello, my name is Miss Eccentric (not really), and I have Going-in-circles-syndrome. I have been sober, well, never. If you happen to suffer from GICS like me, just leave a comment on the subject, and how it effects you, and I can help you. GICS doesn't have to run your life. You don't have to be dizzy twenty-four-seven, from going in circles, and you don't need to explain your crazy train of thought to everyone you talk to. You can manage this syndrome, and you can live like a normal, strait-walking, strait-thinking person.
Blog ya later, Miss Eccentric.

Excuse me, would you be so kind as to catch me? I seem to be falling...

Okay, so not everyone knows this, but since I was a cheerleader for three years in Popwarner, I do know this. When I went to my first cheer-camp, and learned how to fly for the first time (flying is when the other girls on your team pick you up, and throw you around. A "Stunt" team consists of two spotters, one on each side of the Flyer, one back-spot, and sometimes one front spot, depending on the type of stunt you are preforming), the instructors informed us that if a Flyer thought that they were going to fall, they should yell out "falling", so their spotters could have some warning before they had to catch you. Now, unless you've ever done any stunts as a cheerleader before, then you probably don't know that when one is falling out of a stunt, it happens really fast. One moment, your standing up there with your spotters holding your feet, and the next, they're cradling you because you just fell. You get like, not even two seconds warning before you realize that you are indeed about to fall, and when you do realize it, you are already falling and there is no point in yelling "falling" when your spotters can clearly see that you are falling. And I repeat, there is no point in yelling that you are falling, when you have just landed in their arms, because you hadn't had time to realize that you just fell, until it was too late. If that even makes any sense. Which, in my opinion, it makes perfect sense. But I'm kinda nuts, so whatever. Anyway, so when I hear this from the instructors, I'm just thinking, "What, you want me to pause mid-fall and be like, 'excuse me, would you be so kind as to catch me? I seem to be falling...' Yeah, right." But I didn't say this aloud...
Of course, I didn't really need the "falling" system, because I hardly ever fell. In fact (not to brag, or anything), I got a special ribbon for flying my first time out, because I did a Full (which is when your spotters hold you up over their heads, and let me tell you, for someone who's afraid of heights, it's pretty high up there) and hardly anyone who was flying for the first time did Fulls. That was supposed to be reserved for when you get the hang of a Half (which is when your spotters hold you at chin length). And, I was pretty good at doing a cradle (which is when your spotters are holding you up there, in a Full or Half, and then they count, "one, two, down up" and on "up" they throw you in the air, and catch you in a cradle. Hence the name). Okay, so I'm bragging a little, but hey. My point here is, that a lot of the stuff they make you do when you are a cheerleader, is really stupid and annoying. Like, one of my many coaches once told us, that to be a cheerleader, just act really chipper and retarded, and you'll look the part. You see, they make you smile. All the time. And for someone like me (who hates those stupid chipper-cheetahs), it is very difficult to do nothing but smile, and jump around acting all hyper, when your standing there in the sun all day, watching the football guys play (yeah, they make you stand there in the sun during the whole game, and you have to stand up strait, with your hands behind your back, and when your coach yells out a cheer she wants you to do, you have to turn around and do it, smiles and jumping and crisp movements and all, until she yells "one more time", and then you get to end it, Rally, -which is when you jump up and down yelling stuff like," go team go!" "we rock!" etc. etc.- and then you get to turn back around and stand there until the couch yells out another cheer. It's a vicious cycle...) and you get hot and cranky, and your feet hurt, and god forbid your coach gets stunt happy and makes you do stunts on the dirt, and cheer at the same time. Which is hard, because it's not very sturdy up there as it is, but then try waving your arms about, and tell me whether or not you can keep your balance. Not that I ever complained to the coach, or just stopped doing what I was told. I would just get it over with, and do a good job while I was at it. Anyway, the real point is, cheerleading is harder than people think, and it really sucks when your training for a competition, (doing a routine over and over and over and over and over again) and one stunt team falls during the routine, and the coach makes the whole team do laps around the whole football field, then come back and do push-ups and sit-ups, and then go back to doing you routines (did I happen to mention that when I was cheering, the coaches expected me to do Gymnastics as well? Yeah, so we could tumble at competitions as well as doing Stunts). Cheerleading is a hard-core sport, and no one realizes this.
...Except me...
Blog ya later, Miss Eccentric.
Okay, so this blog was a lot longer than I had originally planed it to be...(I do that a lot) but hey, I just needed to vent about cheerleading...Also, I must add that both my parents deserve kudos for helping me out the whole time I was in cheer. My mom was a cheerleader in high school (the first sophomore in her school to make varsity), so she helped me a lot with my routines, and my dad and my brother and my mom used to help me with my Stunts, by picking me up themselves. So, kudos to all of them for picking me up and throwing me around, and helping me out when I needed it. Love you guys!