RIP Ringo's Manhood, Part 2

Ringo survived his nut-ectomy, and here's what he looked like when I picked him up this afternoon:



Not only did they remove his furry little man parts, but they pulled two of his teeth while he was asleep! In a very odd, yet sweet gesture, they put them in a ziplock bag for me to take home (the teeth, not the furry little man parts).

They told us not to let him jump for the next seven days. Right....he was home ten minutes and had already jumped five times.

I think Lola was equal parts relieved and annoyed to see him walk back in the door (not unlike the rest of us).

RIP Ringo's Manhood

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Colts 24, Steelers 20

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WOOOOT!!!!

The Colts have not won a game against the Steelers in Pittsburgh since 1968 - until today. It was a close game and very exciting up until (literally) the very last second of play.

Next Sunday, Houston at home, which just so happens to be our 23rd wedding anniversary. You know...the Colts are indirectly responsible for John and I meeting in the first place. Let's get in the Way Back Machine (otherwise known as a 1983 Le Car) and travel to July 16, 1984. Yes, the day before my 21st birthday. We were both playing on the IU Hospital Softball League. I was playing for the Radiation Oncology Team, and John was playing for the Radiology Team. The umpire didn't show up for the game, so a guy from each team was taking turns umpiring when their team was at bat. I was the catcher, and John was umping. As he and a teammate were waiting to start, they were talking about the Colts coming to Indy, blah, blah, blah. Me, thinking the other dude was cute, butted in on the conversation. My flirting was misinterpreted (John has a tendency to think everything is about him), which is just as well since the other guy was married. John, suitably impressed with my stellar athleticism and red short-shorts asked me out after the game. Our first date was the Old Timer's Baseball game at the newly built Hoosier Dome; and the rest is, as they say, history.

Twenty-four years later....this is the result of that fateful day.

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Our Town

The high school performed their fall play this weekend, the stage classic, Our Town. I watched a TV version of this play back in the 70s starring Robbie Benson and Glynnis O'Connor. Actually, I only remember watching about a third of the show because it was so boring. Then, last spring someone gave me tickets to see the play at the IRT, so I took Lily. It was wonderful, and Lily began her quest to get Ms. Myers to do the show this fall. The high school production was a little different than what we saw at IRT. Lily was cast as one of the narrators of the play. She, of course, did a FANTASTIC job. I can't believe how much composure and maturity this kid has. Oh, yeh....there were some other kids in the play and they did a good job, too. HA! HA! I thoroughly enjoyed both performances I attended.

Doggie Update

The neighbor's Rottweiler, Reese, came over to see if Lola and Ringo wanted to play...

...they didn't.

Colts 18, Patriots 15

Looks like my pre-game, good luck margarita did the trick!

Actually, I figured out the real reason the Colts are not playing so well. It’s because I haven’t been wearing my lucky game day underwear. I found the royal blue good luck charm in my top drawer, all but forgotten. Wore them to the game, we won. Coincidence? I don’t think so.



Regardless, Anthony Gonzalez finally got in the end zone for the first time this season, and he managed to do it twice.






That Dallas is so doggone helpful. He's getting the ball back from a fan so Gonzo can celebrate.



I am not complaining about a win, especially one over the Pats, but it's really not the same without Tom Brady, the sexiest man to ever pose with a goat. At least it was fun to see Beli-cheat looking pissed on the sidelines. Hey, Bill...you tired of getting beat by the Manning boys yet???

The Most Disturbing Halloween Ever

Halloween night, I spent three (!) hours touring the historic and haunted neighborhood of Irvington, located on Indy's east side. Some pretty creepy shiz has gone down there over the past 130 years or so. It was interesting and informative, but not particularly spooky.

The really scary stuff happened on my way home. Tom had been texting me throughout the evening wanting to know when I would be coming by the bar where he works to see his costume. It was close to midnight by the time I got there, and this is what greeted me at the door:


The hair, the makeup, the tassels - I'm just not sure what to make of it all. He insisted that I come inside so he could buy me a drink, and who am I to pass up free beer? I only lasted about an hour, though. It was relatively awkward to watch him get groped by acquaintances and strangers alike. When I realized he was buying my drinks with his "tuck money", I decided it was time to go.