Fantasy Island

Da plane. Da plane. I was not much of a Fantasy Island watcher, however Tatoo uttering his sighting is something about pop culture that lives on. My husband is on fantasy island this weekend, or should I say Fantasy Football Island. This is his yearly weekend trip to Dallas to participate in three football drafts.

For those of you who don't know about Fantasy Football, it is a bunch of grown men in a room all pretending that they are team owners and hosting their own draft. Some have asked, do you mind that he does this. Actually, no, because he does not mind my scrapbooking, which, let us be honest, is a whole fantasy sport of its own!

There is no end to the fantasy sports craze, it includes fantasy nascar, and I have even been told, fantasy fishing. I don't quite get that one -- I think Bob will hook a wide mouth bass at Lake Minnetonka? Another reason I don't mind, is because although we have been married for 10 years, I've known Tommy for nearly 20 years. He has always been about football.

In college, he theorized in the late 80s how the Cowboys would be the 'team of the 90s' and he was right. I always knew that football would be a BIG thing in our lives. So as the season starts, I'm not so much a 'football widow' as a 'spouse free to scrapbook' while the game is on.

He will return home today, if you drive by, we will be standing out in the front yard, hailing his homecoming, "da plane, da plane" has landed!

Stalker turns blogger.

I have been fascinated with my friends who have recently started their blogs. Not knowing much about all this and being a die hard, anti-myspace-ite, I was skeptical and not sure how to navigate around. As I have viewed my friends, A & R blogs, I noticed all these fun titles so I started clicking around and realized that I have more friends who blog, K, K and more. However, I did happen upon one person I knew that I did not know who had a blog. She posed the question, how many other blog stalkers are out there? Apparently, like me, there was another friend who was viewing and not posting comments, (by the way, I did not know you could view comments until reading this blog). So K, you have a stalker, but I'd like you to know that you are in fine company. I'm a stalker of sorts from way back. Lets see...there was Mayor Ron Kirk at a fundraiser in Dallas, I got egg salad on the sleeve of my lavendar suit, that never came out. There was the son of Tony Orlando who is a comedian in Branson, with my best friend, we were silly girls at the age of 27. And Derek Hough after his performance in Footloose (pre-DWTS). However, my mom got her pictuer with him, I was just the photographer. So you are fine company friend!