A Sad Day

It's a sad day, well sad last night as well, in my household. My husband's beloved Bears were booted out of the race for Superbowl champs and the right to relive the glory of 1985. Some might not warrant this worthy of a blog post, but friends, it really affects my husband. He was in such a mood last night that we hardly spoke and he didn't want to watch the second game- he was done with football. It didn't help that he spent all week gloating and telling anyone that will listen that they were going to win. He posted all kinds of anti-Green Bay pictures on his Facebook...

(There were ones that were much worse that I will not share haha)

All the preparation and stress of the week to be let down. I quote "My head hurts, my heart hurts and I hate life". haha. He wants to put the house up for sale because our next door neighbors are Packers fans and he can't take the shame. Now, of course he's being dramatic with all the hating life and selling the house business because come on, it really is just a football game. He told me I don't understand because I'm a Cubs fan and I'm used to feeling the pain of losing. (Baseball season is always rough in our house). After the loss, he promptly ripped off his #54 jersey (he already rid himself of the Cutler jersey he started the game off with when he did not come back in to play) grabbed his White Sox fleece blanket and laid on the couch the rest of the night. I talked to him this morning on my way to work and he said he felt better but it would take time. (I'm laughing as I type this). I just looked at his Facebook page and he just replaced his Bears profile picture with that of the White Sox emblem. I questioned him and the sudden change and he said "I'm ready to move on to better and brighter days." So friends, if your husbands or wives are seemingly distraught over the game and you think the entire week is ruined, fear not, there is light at the end of the tunnel. Now, let's see if our house divided will survive baseball season. GO CUBS!!!

Hall of Fame

My husband and I have a tradition- we go to White Castle on Valentine's Day. I could care less to do something big and fancy on that day- I never really had any use for it. I've always found it hilarious that White Castle advertises to make reservations for dinner there every year. So, for our first one together in 2008, we went there and now it's something we've vowed to do forever. He wanted to have them at our wedding reception for a late night snack, but the hall said we couldn't bring anything in. My brother-in-law, the rule breaker, paid no mind to that and had my niece leave to go get them. Our wish was fulfilled- and they were a HUGE hit.

Who would've thought this would lead him to be inducted into the 2010 White Castle Hall of Fame?! (Also, who knew there was such a thing?!) On a slow day at work sometime after the wedding, he decided to write to them and tell them his/our story. When he was little, he and his late dad used to go fishing and get White Castle and his dad would order extra pickle- he was the only one he knew that ever ordered extra pickle. Until he met me. He immediately thought of his dad and how I must be a good match for him and here we are today. He submitted the story and the picture of us above and he is now one of 13 people being inducted. In two weeks, we'll fly to Ohio for the induction ceremony where we have to dress fancy and he'll have to give an acceptance speech. He's been interviewed on the radio and has been contacted to give more to other stations and newspapers. I can't help but laugh about this whole thing- it's so fun! I love how something so little (but apparently much bigger than I thought) can bring so many memories. I can't wait to tell our future children and grandchildren about their "famous" daddy.

If you're interested, click here for the interview he gave yesterday.