Is the Pittsburgh Steeler's coaching outlook Grimm?....I HOPE SO!

When I got the text last night from my friend/fellow sports fanatic/co-commissioner of the "Some Football" fantasy league, that Bill Cowher was leaving I was sad, proud, reflective and that was about it since I was on my way into work. BUT only because I don't like change. I know he did great things with the Steelers, he had MAJOR accomplishments! Unmatched accomplishments! Those alone are reason enough to not want to see him leave, but personally I am struggling with change. I ALWAYS struggle with change though. But ok, let Bill spend time with his family he deserves that, THEY deserve that. His intention as the second coach the Steelers have had in MY lifetime was to "put another superbowl trophy in the case" and he did that.

I just want to put into writing right now, that of the so far mentioned, I would like to see Grimm take a shot at head coach of the best football team in the country.

Ok, let me have it.

oh alright!!!! sheesh!!!!

Ok, so that week went REALLY fast!! No, I didn't get to blog bunches like I promised, but I have someone to blame some of it on.

Anyhow. The Christmas thing is over. End of thought.

The New Year looks promising and clean, and new. (shuddap) But don't they always? Everyone full of shi...umm..hope. Everyone vowing (resolving) to do things better, and different and to their fullest potential and make this the best darn year EVER!! It's a very inspiring time. Lost my train of thought.

What I overheard during Christmas. "WOW A NEW BIKE! Mom, we need to take the training wheels off!" "Ok Brendan, as soon as you learn how to ride a two wheeler, they'll come off." "But Mom, how will I learn to ride a two wheeler with the training wheels on?" Ok, we live on a hill. You know what I'm doing the first nice day of this spring? Yes, that's right, that whippersnapper is gonna learn how to ride a two wheeler!!

He lost his second top front tooth right before the Christmas break. Behold that which did NOT complain about singing "All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth."



Eric, my darling little boy who tells me things like "I will always be your baby Momma" and "Mom, you are my angel."



The child who loves babies, baby dolls and small animals so much he cries sometimes when he doesn't have one near him, was overheard telling his brother, who was following him up the stairs, "smell my butt." and he didn't even end it with "and I'll pray for you."