I Must Be a Goddess....

There is no good story here....

I was sober.

I was wearing flat shoes.

There wasn't any ice.

The pavement was even.

I just must be very special...  Goddess-like, even.

Btw, this is a nasty looking wound, but it doesn't seem so bad in this photo.  How is my scabby knee more photogenic than my face?

Modern Medicine Probably Has a More Effective Treatment

This happened last week -- but it's only been in the past few hours that I've been able to actually research this and find that I was wrong.  I don't like to admit that I am wrong -- especially to Mr. Man because I'm usually wrong when we debate something.  This is one of those times where I was incorrect.  So I thought that, instead of admitting to him that I was wrong, I would admit it on an internets blog that he knows nothing about.  It's like admitting it to the Universe but not having to take responsibility.

I have not been shy about expressing my love for the Packers or the young man pictured at right.  Additionally, their well being contributes to my own well being in that I am less grumpy because they play well, etc.

Sssoooo...  Last Monday night, Mr. Man and I were snuggled on my couch watching the College Football Championship game between Alabama and Notre Dame.  Well, he was watching it.  I was trying not to snooze because, as I told him later, "If no one is running around with a green and gold 'G' on their helmet, I'm not really that interested."

Because I was bored, I did the 'chick' thing which is to talk while the game was in progress.  In my defense, I was talking about football.  The topic was Aaron Rodgers' post game press conference after their game against the Minnesota Vikings the previous Saturday:

Today in the History of Queen Bess's Life

In my humble opinion, Queen Elizabeth I, was the Ultimate Spinster of All Time (USAT).  Her reign brought a small island to the forefront of world politics, saw the rise of one of the greatest authors of all time, and showed the world that a woman could lead a nation to greatness.

2013 marks the 580th anniversary of her birth.  While I started this blog as a way to release my Spinster Stress and, perhaps, entertain, I also wanted to celebrate the Spinster.  No husband and no kids does not mean a life of 'less'.

To celebrate this 580th year of Queen Bess's birth, I will, throughout the year mark important moments of her life and reign.

It seems fitting to start with today as it is the anniversary of Elizabeth's Coronation at Westminster Abbey, London, in 1559 at the tender age 25.

You went THERE?!

Green Bay Packers Cornerback Charles Woodson hangs his head as he walks off the field after a 49ers touchdown late in the 4th quarter during Saturday's NFC Divisional Playoff Game at Candlestick Park.  Photo by Evan Siegle/Press Gazette Media.

Bear with me.  I am still stinging from the routing my Packers took on Saturday.  SWP and I went to a Packers bar and had a jolly good time until the tide turned against us.  Well ... We had a jolly good time until the very end.  SWP reminded me in the morning that there was a 20 something kid and his gorgeous girlfriend who were trying to get me to kiss the young man ... And, perhaps, more.  But that's another story and a fond memory this 40-something will keep from that evening.

SWP and I took a mini-trip to a city 20 miles away.  I got us hotel rooms and we shopped before the game. So, when I awoke to my ringing head and dehydrated body, I was unable to get back to sleep.  While SWP slept, I took the opportunity to go out and find the Sunday paper so I could, at least, coupon to mend my bruised (because I can't say it's broken) heart.  I found the nearest C-Store that was open at that time in the morning.  The headline said, "D-Nied".