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Whatever.

I have no idea what day it is anymore. But there is a little method to the madness of my title for today. This weekend, my whole family (sans Dave who was out of town) attended the LSU vs. Ole Miss game in Tiger Stadium in Baton Rouge. We went for my dad’s birthday. And, if you’ve been paying attention over the last year or so, you know that I’m not a real sportsy person. I’m happy to root for the home team but I’d trade anything to have my butt in a cushioned theater seat rather than on a metal stadium bench. I know. I’m probably alone on this one. But I wanted to be sure, so …

I asked Wikipedia “What percentage of Americans love football?” The answer I got was …

65%

And it actually gave even more specific information than I asked for …

73% men and 55% women

Then, when I asked that same question but changed “football” to “theater,” the answer I got was …

What percentage of Americans love pandas?

What the …? Okay, what if I said live theater …

What percentage of Americans live to be 93?

That doesn’t even make sense. Last try. Musical theater???

What percentage of Americans love music?

Okay. Well, we’re a little closer now … but I think I’ve actually made my point better than any statistic could have. It’s a football world we live in and I’m the only fool clutching a game program waiting for them to flash the stadium lights to let me know the second act (cough, sputter) I mean half is about to begin.

The end result? We won. LSU 41 – Ole Miss 35. We scored our final touchdown in the last minute of the game. No one was happier than me that we didn’t go into overtime. I think that’s called an encore in my world. Or something like that.

Still, I managed to create my own theater at the end of the evening. Following the game, after noshing on a little fortunately-not-poisonous street sausage we bought from a peddler as we walked back to the car, we decided to check out a local Brazilian churrascaria while we were in town. My father is a big fan of meat. So it was the perfect choice.

And the dinner was great. But the show was better.

As we were all loosening our (figurative) belts and awaiting the bill, my mother challenged my daughter to a little dare. It’s a bit of a tradition on her side of the family and we thought it would be a good way to build my girl’s confidence.

The bet? To take our nearly empty basket of cold bread to another (handpicked) table and offer it (waitress-style) to the diners. Upon hearing the rules, Viv’s face went beet red and she immediately declined until my mother said she’d pay her $25 upon completion of the task. And, since my ten-year-old says she’s already saving for a CAR, she mustered up all her courage and accepted. Here’s how it went down.

As you can see, she was one happy kid following the adventure.

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Her confidence was not necessarily there but her greed was firmly in place. We were all so proud of her. Except her brother. He was a little jealous. I think at that point he would have licked the men’s room floor for a dollar. Of course, we plan to up the stakes for next time. I can’t wait.

EDITOR’S NOTE: I should point out that no one is ever willing to offer ME any money to do anything crazy. I guess I should take that as a sign.

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It’s Breast Cancer Awareness Month.

Did you know that? Well, of course, you did.

Even my kids have noticed the ‘pinking’ of their worlds lately. I like that. I like that they’re so aware as children and don’t giggle at all when discussing something this important. Maybe it’s the fact that we’re all saying ‘breast’ and not ‘boob.’ (Yeah, that would likely send them both over the edge.)

My son and I recently got to spend a little one-on-one time together when he was home sick from school a few days. Strep throat. Poor kid missed playing in his football team’s playoff and championship games, which has got to really bite for him. So, what does a mom do to make it up to her boy? Well, once he was feeling well enough to leave home, we went straight for the fast food (greasy and delicious!) and then to a local sports store where, of course, I bought him a for-no-reason present. Love those kinds of days.

And, while we were in the store, my son couldn’t help but notice all of the pink jerseys, hats, gloves, cups, pens and other merchandise that touted the Breast Cancer Awareness message alongside the name of his favorite football team. (Duh, the New Orleans Saints)

I expected him to think all of the pink stuff in a Saints/Hornets/LSU store was oddly out of place. He always asks a lot of questions and I was ready to do some serious explaining. But instead, he just surprised me and said, “Look at all the pink jerseys. All the NFL teams are wearing them for Breast Cancer Month. And pink pants, gloves, socks, cleats, everything. You ought to put it on your blog, Mom.” And then he suggested that I take a few pictures.

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My blog??? My boy’s been paying attention enough to know about Breast Cancer Awareness Month and that his mom is writing a blog?? I just looked at him with my mouth open and decided to do exactly as I was instructed.

I don’t know that I’ve been giving him enough credit. His birthday is Sunday. I think I’ll go buy him an extra present.

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