Sunday, February 20, 2011

A handful of bitty beasts

Tiny Tako

Bullets from Mario Kart

Tiny Toad

Super Turt

Itty bitty Kitty


Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Cheesy goodness

I am a man of my word.
I lost my Super Bowl wager to the crossing guard and had to wear the CheeseHead to my poker game. 
My poker buddies laughed at me and pictures were taken.

However, much to their dismay, the cheese proved lucky and I won half of my rent.
Go figure.

Sunday, February 6, 2011

Super Bust

I just folded up my Terrible Towels, and the Steelers scarves that drape my couch, and the shirt I was wearing (along with several others) and I put them all neatly into a drawer, where they will stay, hibernating, until sometime in late October, when I try to remember where I put them. 
Life goes on.

Thursday, February 3, 2011

Cheese On My Head

OK... so today I made a HUGE Super Bowl bet.

The crossing guard at the elementary school (Kamali'i) up the street is a big Packers fan.
She sometimes even wears a Packers shirt while crossing the kids (which seems distracting, and therefore unsafe, to me). She always sees me in my Steelers garb (shirt, hat) and usually has something smarmy to say.
(Actually, to be honest, our good-natured ribbing couldn't be any more good-natured... we're both just football fans who grew up in towns that are fervent about their team).  We can't help it, it's part of our character.

Now, years later, we have a Super Bowl.... for bragging rights... and hometown pride.

She suggested, when the Super Bowl teams were set that we bet five dollars... and I said that we could come up with something way better than that.  After much thinking...

Here's the bet:

If the Packers win (as if), I have to wear one of those ridiculous CheeseHeads to my poker game.
It will likely cause me to break out in a rash, give me explosive diarrhea, and will definitely bring humiliation and shame upon me (and my family name).  Hopefully, no pictures will be taken (certainly I won't be taking any).

When the Steelers emerge victorious, the poor lady will be crossing children more safely on Monday, with her little red stop sign in one hand and a Terrible Towel in her other hand.  Upon request, she may need to give it a good wave, making for nice photo ops. Her husband may disown her, and her kids may wear paper bags on their heads for months. So be it.

Go Steelers (better win now).