"Rebel Yell" - Billy Idol

Pita & Peanut last night.
Pita: waaaa. waaaa. waaaa. [as to say, stop your whining]
Peanut:  I don't whine.  I REBEL YELL.

Freaking love my girl & my ipod playlist we listen to in the car.

Feels like it's been a while since I bored you all to tears with a BPP [bullet points post] . . . so bam [ * ] here it is.

* The Pita swears he got food poisoning from mangoes we bought at Costco [I'm pretty sure Costco is too perfect for THAT but whatever].  Food poisoning, I'm finding, is one of those illnesses you can't really help someone through.  You buy the Pepto, make a small pyramid of toilet paper readily available, go gorillas buying bananas . . . . then, seriously. . . . . leave the house for the day.

* We attended a Habitat For Humanity Charity Event over the weekend.  Which of course meant we ended up with the one item we should not have.  The Pita and I + silent auction =  . . . . this never ends well. [well for us anyway]  We are the new proud owners of a 10' guitar with all the teams on it who have played in the Tostitos Fiesta Bowl. 

Ummmmm, Yay, us?!

* Finished my run this morning to Peanut asking if she could push the "easy" button.  I said "No, that was freaking hard!"

Her reply, "Mom, it was only 17 miles!" [then I hear, "that was easy!"] I swear, no respect in this household. ;)

* I was the proud recipient of a milk out the nose shower recently.  Holy. Gross. 

Nothing like snotted up milk on your fillet to help you all the sudden feel "done" eating.  [was pretty freaking funny though].

* Is it Saturday yet?  After attending the sweet 16 games in Phoenix this past weekend . . . .

I am beyond ready to see how the final four games turn out . . .

Who are you rooting for?

My bracket . . . it's actually turning out rather nicely given Duke's crap showing. [not that I wanted them to win . . . but C'mon.  Destroyed my bracket]

* And NO.  I will pass.  I do not get sucked into the MEGA-wasted-MILLIONS lotto crap.  The Pita does though.  Gotta love a dreamer.  I do love this stat I heard this morning though:

Based on other U.S. averages, you're about 8,000 times more likely to be murdered than to win the lottery, and about 20,000 times more likely to die in a car crash than hit the lucky numbers.

The odds of winning are 1 in about 176 million.  Which are quite similar to the odds of me running outside tomorrow.

Did you buy a ticket?
If yes, how many?