11-22-08 I smell roses!

3...2...1...Victory! I never knew American football could be this exciting! Mr. and Mrs. S could hardly contain their excitement. Oh the cheering, the celebrating, some would say caterwauling! What could bring about this moment of true joy? My adopted team, THE Penn State Nittany Lions will be playing in the Rose Bowl! I honestly don't know what this is but Mr. and Mrs. S say it is a very good thing. I am envisioning that come New Year's Day both teams will huddle on the playing field and over the course of the next 60 minutes battle it out to see who can make the most beautiful floral arrangement consisting exclusively of roses. While I think this will be beautiful, I just can't see how playing American football for three months can prepare you for this. Oh well, I guess I'll understand in about 6 weeks.

9-20-08 What is caterwauling?

I have been accused of many things during my lifetime: breathing too loudly in public, not washing behind my ears, being a paid mercenary for the department of redundancy department but tonight at dinner I was accused of the unthinkable...caterwauling. The problem is, I don't know what that means!
Mr. and Mrs. S were seated with two other lovely young couples. Apparently our youth exuberance was too much for the fuddy-duddies (yes, I just used that word) seated at the table next to ours. They gave us dirty looks all night and at the end of dinner pointed and, rather loudly, complained to the waiter about our excessive caterwauling. They even demanded to be moved! Now none of us at the table had any idea what caterwauling meant. The best we could come up with was that caterwauling was the sound produced by cats as you built walls around them. I can assure my fellow readers that we did NOT do that this night. In fact, no walls were built around any felines in the entire dining room. Perhaps my enlightened readers can leave a comment as to the “proper” meaning of the word.