Headed for some bowl game. Michigan State 35 - Penn State 31. I’m fuckin’ freezin’. It was soooooo damn cold.

Ohio State 14 - Michigan 3. Ohio State takes the Big Ten championship.

If my Spartans end up at the Motor City Bowl, playing some Mid-American Conference team, y’all better watch for me.

Short post today. Must.thaw.my.fingers.

Go Sparty. XX

So, my Spartans won, I had a nice evening away with Mr. Hot. The End.

Ha! Like you’d believe that.

Note to self: Contrary to what you may believe, you are NOT 22 any longer. You simply cannot eat a tuna sandwich at Noon then drink for 10 hours without putting another freakin’ morsel in your tummy. If you attempt this, you will have no recollection of the final 2 hours of the evening. You will wake up the next morning and feel like there’s an icepick sticking through your right temple. You will puke the 4 glasses of water that Mr. Hot insists you drink to help you rehydrate your OLD efffin’ body.

We had a wonderful time. We walked the campus. We sat on the banks of the Red Cedar river. We watched the band walk in. We sat with the students. (Hi Lauren!!!!)

So, in honor of all that, here’s some pics.

MSU Stadium

The Band is on its way (and the photographer is slightly crocked)

I couldn’t resist the tattoo

Color Guard

Our Baton Twirler

These guys are sooooo serious

The scoreboard after the Spartans scored the first touchdown of the game.

This student sat in front of us. He was as looped as I was. Maybe more so. But he’s like, 19? 20? I used him as a handrail to go down the 60-freaking’ stairs to get to the bathroom.

And this? Was in our room. Yes, an honest to Gawd jacuzzi from the ’70’s.

—- Thank goodness we’re playing away next week. (By the way? Vodka & Sierra Mist? NOT a good combination. Spartan Taxi Service? Worth an extra large tip!)—-

Um, the second time we snuck off alone was May 2006. Apparently, the first experience scared us so badly we didn’t attempt a repeat for (oh my holy hell) 12 years! Yes. Twelve. Years.

We had bought the house we’re now living in, but hadn’t moved yet since school wasn’t out. Weekends were usually spent travelling back and forth from old house to new - painting, cleaning, cutting-the-effin’-grass.

Shortman begged and pleaded to be allowed to spend a weekend with the next door neighbor and NOT make the trip with us one weekend. We knew it was because he really didn’t want to miss another weekend of World of Warcraft was going to miss this neighbor. The fact that it was my birthday and I figured I could sweet talk Mr. Hot into a romantic candlelight dinner on the living room floor cinched the deal.

We unloaded more stuff we’d brought, painted the bedrooms, cut the grass, cleaned the flowerbeds, cleared out the grapevines that were choking the trees, had takeout Chinese food, watched the Toledo television stations (only channel we could get with no cable), and fell asleep on the air mattress at 9 o’clock.

Sigh.

Tomorrow though, is Homecoming at M.S.U. We’re driving up in the afternoon to see what’s going on. I’m hoping to show Mr. Hot some of my old hangouts. (By the way, did I mention that I lived in “Holmes Hall” while I was there? John Holmes Hall. Seriously.)

It’s supposed to be 45-degrees at game time. (I’ll be wearing my down parka - sexy!) Schnapps anyone?

Anyway - if y’all don’t hear from me tomorrow - this is why. I’ll be on my third attempt at a weekend away with my husband.

Dear Spartans,
Please, please don’t screw this up for me. Learn how to tackle. Do NOT lose to Indiana.
Kthanxbai.
Love,
The Hotfessional XXOO

Remember, the drawing is October 30th.

Cupcake
WhyMommy
Sherry
Shelly
Phil
Jennifer
Mouse
Lys
Miss Zoot
Ben
MamaKaren

If I’ve missed anyone who linked to my post, please let me know! It’s not an intentional slight by any means!

—- As someone wrote to remind me, this is about Savings Lives, not just breasts. I understand that and hope that you all know that. My use of the slang term for breasts is in keeping with my personality (as I told the commenter - highly irreverent, but hopefully not irrelevant!) and has very little to do with how serious I take the fight for a cure for this horrific disease. —-

They scored forty-one points! Northwestern? Scored 48. How’s that for a shit day? Couldn’t stop a third down for love nor money. Seriously. Either side. I think there were 3 punts the entire freakin’ game.

During overtime, Mr. Hot and I were already walking to the car. I couldn’t stand what I knew the outcome would be. Northwestern scored a touchdown and their kicker (who had missed an extra point and a field goal to win the game at the end) - put it right through the uprights.

My Spartans? Threw four straight freakin’ incomplete passes into the end zone. The end.

And hot. Oh Mah Gawd. So freakin’ hot. I am sunburned. On my left side. The side I sleep on.

So, yea, the evening sucked.

But we Spartans are nothing if not optimistic:
“King Leonidas: It’s an easy choice for us, Arcadian! Spartans never retreat! Spartans never surrender! Go spread the word. Let every Greek assembled know the truth of this. Let each among them search his own soul. And while your at it, search your own.”
(Dammit, I am searching my own - like why I continue to love this team!? They break my heart every single year.)

And so, next week - for Homecoming, Mr. Hot and I will go back to East Lansing and watch them try to beat Indiana. [sigh] But! We’re having an overnighter. Yep. And I’m going to show him the sights. And said sights will most definitely include the tan lines from this week’s debacle. Maybe it’ll keep his mind off the fact that I drag him to these games just to see craptastic performances.

He just yelled up that the Redskins are beating the Lions. Fuck.

—- Oh well. They the Lions. And Notre Dame won yesterday. We know someone is happy. —-

Quickly - before we head over to Spartan Stadium to kick some Wildcat butt:

We watched “Pushing Daisies” last night. I liked it. The Shortman and Mr. Hot are still undecided.

The Lions are playing the Redskins tomorrow. Cupcake may try to produce some smack talk today. But y’all remember, her Redskins had an off week last week. Wimps. (That’s the extent of my trashmouthin’ at 8:44 a.m. on a Saturday. Especially with only 2 sips of coffee.

Mr. Hot is downstairs cooking breakfast and I’m swealtering in the computer room in my robe and with my head wrapped in a towel. Have to go change and get my hair drying.

And last, but not least - an update on the Save the Boobies campaign! We’re up to $60 from me and we have 11 entries in the drawing. My new GGFF (that’s Greatest GuyFriend Forever, not a stutter) Ben, gets two entries since he also contributed bucks to the Susan G. Komen Foundation.

Here are our participants so far:

Cupcake
WhyMommy
Sherry
Shelly
Phil
Jennifer
Mouse
Lys
Miss Zoot (I owe her a special thanks. I’m sure she has link requests coming out of her ears)
and
Ben

You guys are the greatest - thanks so much.

—- Spartans!!!!!!! What is your profession? Arooof. Aroof. Arrooff. (Okay, so it doesn’t translate well to the keyboard). —-