Super Bowl Sunday

Who cares? The Patriots aren't there (never let it be said that we are not provincial), and fantasy football is over, so now I have to watch with only mild interest because I'm expected to know something about the over-hyped ads. Maybe it's easier to just check out USA Today in a few hours to see what the best ads were.

Charlene and Elizabeth are out shopping for shoes at the moment (it never stops), as this Friday is Elizabeth's school dance (er, "ball"). I think mother is more excited than daughter, but I will be the 6 year old's escort to this affair. Last year's theme was disco; there is apparently no limit to what a daddy won't do for his little girl. Still, as much as I dread the dancing stuff, to see Elizabeth happy fills me with untold joy. I wonder what it will be like when the boyfriends come a'calling. I am already assembling my arsenal.

Now that we are between fantasy football and baseball, I've been taking that 20 minutes or so in the morning while I eat my oatmeal (I hope my heart appreciates that, because the stomach isn't too thrilled) to clean up some financial stuff. Though far from a tycoon, it was time to revisit the wreckage from the 2000-2001 "market correction." Being a tech boy, it was tough to face the music after the tech/dot com bubble burst, but I guess I've healed enough to reacquaint myself with the stockmarket, and besides, I'm not exactly a tycoon (just trying to scrape together enough to pay the oil bill).

Feel free to post something, as I've really got nothing to say, which is probably a good thing.