So.  What a game huh?  Those were some plays! Yeah! Go Saints!

Don’t I sound like I know what I’m talking about?

Honestly? My favorite parts of the game were the screaming chicken commercials.  And that the Saints won because that’s the team Will told me we were rooting for.

And the part when the guy kicked the ball too wide to go through the goal posts when I looked at Will and said “maybe they should have played some Beyonce first” and he totally got my joke.  He enjoys the show but isn’t quite the Gleek that I am but it still made my afternoon that he understood and appreciated the reference.

The commercials this year… look I know that football is, stereotypically, a guy guy’s sport.  So all of the commercials for beer, cars and gadgets were understandable.  But I was disappointed that the commercials didn’t have more of a universal appeal.  How many people tune in just for the commercials?  Why play to the basest and most stereotypically minded of football viewers?  Still–the screaming chickens were pretty damn funny.

Also? We totally called Barney Stinson’s 877 number and got through and? It was awesome.

In other, unrelated news, I am starting to think that I really do think better when I’m out of the house.  I don’t know if it is the being physically unable to sit down and really get to work on the things I’m thinking about or if it’s the change in scenery that ups my inspiration but I had all sorts of great ideas that felt like they’d be really fun to tackle when I was hanging out in downtown on Friday.  Then, when we got home and had dinner and I actually was able to access my computer files and the other things I needed to put some of my great ideas into action I lost my motivational mojo.

Oh there are still a couple of projects that I’m chomping at the bit to explore further (I don’t want to go into them yet in case I decide not to go into them) but now that working on them is easier to do I’m not sure exactly where to start or where to focus first or if I still really want to approach them in the same way that felt like such a good idea on Friday.

Maybe its that I’ve had time to start doubting myself.  Or that it’s an early onset case of the Mondays.

Either way, the screaming chickens cracked me up!