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.

Save Eastwick!!!

I just remembered...
Have you ever heard of the ABC show called Eastwick? Well, they're canceling it, which really sucks because in my opinion it was the best witchcraft-related show since Charmed. So I have decided that I want to ask all of you to please help me save Eastwick, by signing these two petitions (they are both free online petitions, and you don't have to give out your real name):
Petition one
Petition two
My family and I have all signed both petitions each, but it would be greatly helpful if some of you would sign it as well. In order to save such a fabulous show from destruction, we must all band together against the TV companies who cancel our favorite shows! We must stand as one, and shout aloud, "WE WANT OUR SHOW BACK!!!" in all caps.
Okay, that is all. You may proceed in signing said petitions.
Blog ya later, Miss Eccentric.
P.S. SAVE EASTWICK!!!

Toyota: ha ha!!!

(To Aunt and Uncle in big damn bus of a home: don't worry, I'm not downing your golden turd, they haven't had problems with that as far as I know)
Okay, so I don't know if you've seen the news lately, but Toyota is having some big troubles. They have had to recall several of their car models. The list of cars is as follows:
2009-2010 RAV4
2009-2010 Corolla
2009-2010 Matrix
2005-2010 Avalon
2007-2010 Camry
2010 Highlander
2008-2010 Sequoia
2007-2010 Tundra
2009-2010 Pontiac Vibe
(For more information on the recalls, click here)
Quite a few, yes? Supposedly the problems are everything from brake failure, headlight failure, and I even heard that sometimes they excellerate by themselves, and one lady (at least) crashed into a tree because she couldn't stop her car. I've even heard that the Sequoia actually catches on fire while driving down the street. I know, right? That's a lot of problems, and a lot of cars with said problems. And get this, in the article I left a link for, it said that the people of Toyota's advice for the owners of those cars is (quote):
"If you need to stop immediately, the vehicle can be controlled by stepping on the brake pedal with both feet using firm and steady pressure. Do not pump the brake pedal as it will deplete the vacuum utilized for the power brake assist. Shift the transmission gear selector to the Neutral (N) position and use the brakes to make a controlled stop at the side of the road and turn off the engine. If unable to put the vehicle in Neutral, turn the engine OFF. This will not cause loss of steering or braking control, but the power assist to these systems will be lost."
Seriously? Push real hard on the brake. Wow, that's good advice!
(sarcasm)
Turn off engine. Wow, more great advice!
(do I need to say it? Yep, more sarcasm)
I mean, really. How dumb do they think we are? If you're car was going out of control, what would you do? I would automatically think to first try the brakes, and if that didn't work, I would then turn it off. Duh.
Anyway, according to the news I watched last night, they say that the Prius could be next to be recalled. Ha! I knew it!
You know, they say that the Prius is so "environmentally safe", because it's a hybrid, but did you know that the batteries they use in those "hybrids" has mercury in them? And did you also know that mercury is extremely poisonous? The symptoms of mercury poisoning can include:
Impairment of peripheral vision;
Disturbances in sensations - that 'pins and needles' feeling as well as numbness - usually in the hands feet and sometimes around the mouth;
Lack of coordination of movements, such as writing;
Impairment of speech, hearing, walking;
Muscle weakness;
Skin rashes;
Mood swing, memory loss, and mental disturbances.
Yeah, it's serious. Very serious, and they put that crap in our "environmentally safe" cars. And you can get mercury poisoning from something as simple as a thermometer breaking, so what would happen if you got in an accident, and the battery that has mercury in it breaks, releasing the deadly poison into the air? And what happens to these batteries when they get thrown in a landfill? They just sit there, becoming more and more dangerous as they erode and leak, contaminating the whole area around them. And they expect us to think that those cars are safe...
Which is why I would be very pleased indeed if those death-mobiles would be recalled, never to be manufactured nor sold again. Anyway, I think I've gripped enough, so...I'll sign off now.
Blog ya later, Miss Eccentric.

Life in the fast lane: dork-fish

I have seen the light, and my blog-funk has lifted!!!

And no, the word "dork" has nothing to do with a whale's penis. I looked it up. The point here is, I'm a total dork-fish. Seriously, all I do is bang myself up all day, just by walking through the house. And I'm not being dramatic here. All I do is stub my toes, or wipe my shoulder out on a doorway, or trip over a cat (baby-gate, shoes, sweatshirt, box, stool, stairs, bed, rug, curb, grass, more stairs, my own two feet, you name it, I trip over it), or (my families personal favorite) slam my shoulder into a door because I tried to go through it too fast and I didn't get it open before my body decided to go through the door anyway. My Mom likes to say that I look like Garfield when I do that...You know, like when he's chasing after Jon's car and it stops, and he slams into the back window? Yeah, that's me...
Anyways, this last little dork-stunt I have pulled is hitting my knee really hard against a wall. How did I hit my knee against a wall, you ask? If only I knew...Well, I do know that I was getting up to get something and I was kind of running and I somehow hit my knee while rushing past the doorway. Don't ask me how, the only thing I can come up with is that my knee had a mind of it's own, and it was like, "You know what? I think I'm going to jump out at that doorway and surprise it! Ouch! Okay, that didn't work how I thought it would..."
Now, one thing you should know about me is that I'm pretty fast paced all through the day (well, except in the early mornings, 'cause I'm not a morning person). I pretty much run everywhere I go, which is why I smack into things all day, evidently. The funny thing is, when I was little, I was the careful one: while my brother hit his head against things just to make me laugh, I never ever got hurt. This changed sometime between being thrown up in the air in cheer, and doing back-hand-springs in gymnastics. All the sudden I can't stop getting hurt. I'm lucky enough that it's mostly just lots of cuts and bruises, however.
Another thing you should know about me, is that I bruise really easily. I do not know why when I hit my elbow against the counter or something that there is magically a bruise there that shouldn't really be there because I didn't hit it that hard, but it's true. And this bruise on my knee is looking all purple and blue and stuff. It's all, "Hiya! I'm a bruise! Oh yeah, did I forget to introduce my friend Goose-egg here? How rude of me."
How did I get this way? I don't remember being so clumsy in cheer. In fact, I hardly ever fell, and if I did, it was one of my spotter's fault (if one of you are seriously reading this, which I doubt because you haven't seen or heard from me in like, six years, no offense, but I was good at flying). And I definitely wasn't falling all over myself in gymnastics, because if I had I would have broken something for sure. Maybe it's 'cause I'm getting older? Gee, I never thought being eighteen would make me old...Maybe it's just 'cause I'm getting more impatient as the years pass, and my brain is just so scattered (most likely filled with thoughts of writing, whether in my blog or my novel) and I can't seem to pay attention to everything around me? That sounds more like it. Either way, I seem to live life in the fast lane, and I can't keep the dork-fish side of me out of sight when in said fast lane.
Blog ya later, Miss Eccentric.
P.S. Happy Groundhog day! Punxsutawney Phil saw his shadow, so here's hoping this actually works and we get more winter!!!