They’re really stylin’ (nice job, jO, on the design).
Only problem: I don’t have one yet
They’re for coaches only, at this point. That means that jP has one, and I’m jealous!
Grrr…
They’re really stylin’ (nice job, jO, on the design).
Only problem: I don’t have one yet
They’re for coaches only, at this point. That means that jP has one, and I’m jealous!
Grrr…
No, it’s not a typo…I’ve consciously used that spelling (and pronunciation) for a long time. My Mom tried to break me of it, but when she couldn’t, it became a family joke. Kinda corny, I guess.
At any rate, a lot of folks think the holiday is related to the St. Valentine’s Day massacre, but it was actually established back in the 5th century by a certain Pope Gelasius, in honor of an ancient Christian martyr named Valentine. Gelasius was one of three African-origin popes in the early Catholic Church. That’s cool.
In the 14th century, Geoffrey Chaucer referred to the holiday in his famous Parlement of Foules:
For this was on seynt Volantynys day
Whan euery bryd comyth there to chese his make.
I guess Chaucer thought that a lot of birds chose their mates on this day, but I’m not sure the Ides of February would be a great time for doing that. Just a thought…I’m not a bird.
But geez, I love Middle English!
My boys and I tend to root for underdogs, a habit that has proven satisfying over the years, especially when those underdogs come out on top.
How comforting that the team we were afraid wouldn’t win did on Sunday.
Justice!!!