So there I was, enjoying my Sunday morning damn good and reading The Count of Monte Cristo, when all of a sudden...MY MOM'S NAME! Right there on the page! My mom's name was Vaceila, but in Greek it's Vasiliki. I've never heard or seen it anywhere in my life, other than when Dad used to tease her that Vaceila was spelled wrong, and should be Vaceilia. And then she would mutter something under her breath in Greek and then sweetly say "It's Vasiliki in Greek, Honey".
(Almost nobody knew my mom as Vaceila. She was Sig. I never knew the origin of it until my Uncle Connie told me that he came up with it because when he was little he couldn't say Vaceila and Sig she became and remained for all of her 54 years on Earth.)
Dinner was Costco meatloaf, mashed, and corn. With JB visiting his mom, groceries got a little sparse, so I figured something that would give me a good dinner tonight and sandwiches this week would be no fuss, no muss. I have had zero appetite lately and have been living on cottage cheese and berries, so this made for a lovely change of pace.
One more block complete on Autumn Quilts and currently in Season 2 of the Outlander:
And finally...my agreement with the Big Guy is that I would stop all of my negative petty nonsense and would only think happy grateful thoughts, but if I wanted to let fly with a little dislike, Brian Kelly would be an OK target. (If my dear mother were here, she would remind me to simply say "He's not my cup of tea", but the unvarnished truth of the matter is that I think he's an asshat.) Period. He belittles and humiliates players, throws anybody and everybody under a bus to make himself look better, and has absolutely zero sense of l-o-y-a-l-t-y. (I was told that he swore to his players at Cincinnati that he wasn't going anywhere the night of their football banquet and left for Notre Dame before the dessert was served.) Here (at Notre Dame) he made fun of a player on the team for being a devout Christian, totally bullied the kid for being a nice guy and a good student, and was always good for getting in faces and acting like a complete...jerk.
So good riddance to you, Mr Kelly. With your multi-million dollar payout I'm sure you'll be just fine. But instead of screwing over yet another school, why don't you just retire and go sit on a beach somewhere?
Wow. That's a lot of vitriol for a Sunday night! But it sure feels nice to just vent it all out and go to bed with a nice peaceful brain for a change. (Right after I go to the Grotto and light a few candles saying I'm sorry for being so un-ladylike).
Well, Dearies. Back to the Outlander and some coloring.
I've been on a bit of a tear lately, and got a new book and some markers, so I'm itching to get back to it!
Here's hoping you had a wonderful weekend, and that the week ahead is full of fun! Any interesting plans? Come tell me all about it!
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