punxsutawney phil

Well it's Groundhog Day. The little fucker saw his shadow...again. Doesn't he see it every year? I don't get it. How could he not see his shadow with all those cameras flashing in his face? I never quite understood who came up with this groundhog nonsense. So if he sees his shadow six more weeks of winter. Six more weeks of winter pretty much puts us into the middle of March. Isn't that when winter is supposed to end anyway? I don't need a groundhog to tell me that.

I feel bad for the little guy. Plucked out of bed at six in the morning once a year in the freezing cold. He gets a little taste of the limelight and bam, they take it away. They ignore him for the rest of the year. Sure he probably does some guest appearances every now and again but he only has one moment to shine. And if he sees his shadow people boo. I mean come on. Who could boo a poor little groundhog? He doesn't know what's going on. Imagine you come out of your house once a year and there are like a billion people standing on your lawn and they all boo at you? Seems a little harsh. Do you think it is the same one every year or do they just run out February 1st and buy a groundhog and call him Phil? Or do they have a bunch of them rotating every couple of years?

Marge doesn't really care too much about Punxsutawney Phil she is only concerned about what "Chuck" the Staten Island Groundhog says. Yes "Staten Island Chuck". She never had even heard of Punxsutawney Phil until last year when I told her. She thought Chuck was THE groundhog. Please. She doesn't know too much outside of Staten Island. For this woman although she sits in front of a computer all day going "online" is a big adventure. In fact she announces it to me every time. "well, Liz, I'm gonna go online after I send out this fax."

Although she has managed to distract herself this morning in search of a particular florist in Brooklyn Heights (which was established in 1853 "isn't that interesting?"), so she doesn't have time to think about the weather. She is worse than usual. It has just been a steady stream of chitter chatter about nothing, she has to do a distribution, she has to cash a check, get a cup a tea, go to Xerox...maybe I should wear earplugs? You know how some people are physically unable to hear the tones of certain peoples voices. Like they are too high or too something? Well I wish I was one of those people and it was her voice I couldn't hear.

I'm ready for the Super Bowl. Very excited to see it on a big fancy TV. I'll make sure to bring my camera so I can get a picture of Katherine watching sports. I am completely indifferent about both teams which I guess is kinda nice and probably a lot more healthy. I go back and forth debating about whether I should cheer for or against the Steelers. And who even fucking cares about the Seahawks? A pretend team from a pretend city.

So now I like Peyton Manning. Well, like is a strong word, but I don't hate him with every ounce of my being anymore. I think it was those MasterCard commercials that got me. The one where he asks for autographs? "Can you sign the bread for my little brother?" Just so funny. Ya know because his little brother is Eli Manning, QB for the hapless NY Giants. See it's funny. That in combination with the death of Tony Dungy's son made me not hate the colts, which is a huge step for me. I really don't like dome teams. And I also don't like that Peyton gets more hype than Donovan McNabb. That is really why I hate him.

Well that's all, but before I go let's all give a big round of applause to my cousin Blair who was crowned Queen of her Winter Ball. She is one of those nice popular kids in her high school. Nice to see that kind of behavior rewarded.