Wordless Wednesday

Another toy recall??????????

It's too hot to blog...

Temperatures reached 104 here yesterday...sorry - it's too hot to blog...STAY COOL!!!

Wordless Wednesday

Wordless Wednesday

Heading to see the NY Sicilians tomorrow. I'll leave the gun and take the cannoli...

Yesterday in My Town (The Media Circus)

It started out as a beautiful day in the capitol of the Old Dominion:



Then I saw the helicopters circling overhead:



It was a bonified, bodacious media circus:











All because of this fellow and three of his buddies:



They're gone this morning...CNN, NBC, ABC, CBS, ESPN et. al. have packed up their satellite trucks, but they'll return in November. Then it will start all over again.

I may need to go out of town after Thanksgiving...

Wordless Wednesday

Mr. Vick will be just down the street from me tomorrow to answer his indictment on dog-fighting charges. I have my own opinion but it makes me too sick to even talk about it. To be continued...

For Matt & Dixie

“Please Visit Dixie and Matt and Wish Them Well As He Leaves For Parris Island And The Marines on Sunday, July 22, 2007.
Just click HERE.”

A Not So Wordless Wednesday

My dear friend Amy lost her dad to cancer last night. This is in memory of her dad and in tribute to Amy and her family...we all are sending them our thoughts and prayers at this difficult time.


What Makes a Dad

God took the strength of a mountain,
The majesty of a tree,
The warmth of a summer sun,
The calm of a quiet sea,
The generous soul of nature,
The comforting arm of night,
The wisdom of the ages,
The power of the eagle's flight,
The joy of a morning in spring,
The faith of a mustard seed,
The patience of eternity,
The depth of a family need,
Then God combined these qualities,
When there was nothing more to add,
He knew His masterpiece was complete,
And so,

He called it ... Dad

~~Author Unknown.~~

Wordless Wednesday

Friday - The Fall

Just found this...the videographer was just to the left of me at Wednesday night's concert. He got so excited that he almost dropped his camera...I couldn't even hold on to mine!!

Enjoy!! Have a great Friday and a wonderful weekend!

Wordless Wednesday

Not much else to say about this one...I snapped it on Las Vegas Boulevard back in May...

Manic Monday...The Word is "GRACE"

For today's meme (courtesy of Morgen at It's a Blog Eat Blog World), I have a few thoughts on GRACE...

1. At least once a day, I always murmur the John Bradford quote "There but for the GRACE of God go I". I've been doing this every day since I starting my career in health care, and it never fails to remind me how lucky I am that I'm walking, talking, have a job, have my health, and have loving family and friends.

2. Hail Mary, full of GRACE...I try to say at least one decat of the Holy Rosary every night before I go to bed. I always figure a little extra prayer can't hurt, right??

3. Why is Tuesday's child full of GRACE? And why is Wednesday's child full of woe? You can check out the original "Monday's Child" nursery rhyme here and calculate on what day of the week you were born. Hmmmm...I was born on a Sunday...

4. I think of GRACE and I automatically think of swans and ballerinas - GRACE personified.





5. Finally, I always wonder if people still say GRACE before meals (in the South, we call it "the blessing"). When I was growing up, you couldn't pick up your fork before someone said the blessing. My maternal grandfather always said a blessing before every meal and the only words anyone could ever understand were "kingdom come". My siblings and my cousins still laugh about it today and always wonder what Granddaddy was mumbling. We always add the words "kingdom come" to blessings before our gatherings, in honor of Granddaddy.

Happy Monday, everyone! I hope you are all GRACED with a wonderful day!

What happens to blogs when life interrupts???

As you can see, mine has gone down the tubes in the last 2 weeks...GEEZ!!! I don't think I've ever gone this long without posting at least SUMTHIN'...So I'd like to rename myself (at least for today), Piacere, Interrupted. I'm here just to pop in, say hi to everyone, and thank my fellow Hoochie Turnbaby for naming me a Rockin' Girl Blogger. I see that I'm in some fantastic company and feel very honored and humbled that my dear friend has included me in this sterling collective. LOVE YOU TOO, SUGAR PIE!!

Have a good weekend, everyone...I'm working on uninterrupting sometime next week!!

Blogblast for Peace

Thanks, Mimi...

peace

Wordless Wednesday

I need help, please...

No TT Today

Instead, I'd like to share something humorous (IMAGINE THAT!!) about that FOX show that I REFUSE to watch, ever again...

Wordless Wednesday

Not watching Fox tonight...I already HAVE my American Idol...

Whatta ya gonna do?

HBO's The Sopranos will be leaving us on Sunday, June 10th. In tribute, I offer you this short clip:



P.S. We don't have no gabagool at our house, either...

Manic Monday...the word is "GRAPHIC"

This Manic Monday meme is courtesy of Morgen at It's a Blog Eat Blog World...check it out!!

Wordless Wednesday

Wordless Wednesday

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Silence

Friday - The Questions are Finally Answered

Almost two weeks ago, I decided to jump into the 'INTERVIEW MEME' fray. My buddy Turnbaby gave me the following five questions and I'm finally getting around to posting the answers (sorry it took me so long, Turn!!!). Here goes:


1. What's the most shocking thing you have done and why do you feel it was 'shocking'?

Turnbaby...I have to confess. You asked me this before and I'm sticking with my original answer. I guess I've done a lot of crazy things in my life, but the most shocking thing I've ever done (IMHO) was to hop on plane last August (in the middle of a family vacation, no less) and fly to Birmingham to see Taylor Hicks and all the Soul Patrol peeps that I'd met on-line during the AI season. My whole family thought I was cracked in the head fer sure! Frankly, my life would NEVER have been the same if I hadn't done it...you all make me smile EVERY DAY and I'm a much better person for knowing each and every one of you!!!


2. How did you and 'Guido' meet?

I love to tell this story. 'Guido' did some freelance work for my brother-in-law. I had recently separated from DH #1. My sister was having a gathering at her house one evening and the Redskins were playing the Giants. Everyone present was a Redskins fan except for ONE person...that ONE person was 'Guido'. He was rubbing it in every time the Giants made a good play and rubbed even harder when the Redskins were foiled. I went into the kitchen to get a beer and asked my sister "Who is that a**hole?" Figured (and secretly hoped) I'd never see him again. Fate stepped in...

Fast forward about a year to Super Bowl XXII (Redskins vs. Broncos). Another big party and we find ourselves sitting beside each other at the bar. We had a civil conversation and that was that.

Fast forward three months later. I having a drink with my girlfriends and 'Guido' walks into the bar and sits down beside me. We start chatting and find out that we have a mutual respect for surf fishing on the outer banks of North Carolina. I finish my drink and then head home. Two nights later he calls me for a date. The rest is history.


3. What in the hell is a "Hoochie"?

Random House and Urban Dictionary have their own derogatory definitions, but I prefer to subscribe to the kinder, gentler version. A hoochie is someone who knows what she wants, goes out, and gets it. A hoochie doesn't stand by and let people walk all over her. A hoochie knows how and when to have a good time. In the same light, a hoochie knows how and when to reel it in. Above all, a hoochie shows respect and admiration for her fellow hoochies and will go to any length to help and protect them. Let me just say for the record that I'm proud to be a hoochie.


4. Why do Italians call marinara sauce gravy?

OK, here's how my late mother-in-law explained it to me: There's 'sauce' and there's 'gravy'. Sauce is usually a mixture of tomatoes, spices, garlic, and olive oil - no meat. It's quick and easy to make - cook it 20 minutes with the lid on and 20 minutes with the lid off and you have marinara. Gravy, on the other hand, is a sauce with meat that you cook all day on Sunday and use the leftovers during the week. Hence the name 'Sunday Gravy'. It usually has meatballs made of ground beef and veal and Italian sausage and is served over a big plate of pasta at Sunday dinner. And may I tell you all a secret she taught me? Whatever kind you choose to make, use the 'segreto' (secret) method before serving. After boiling and draining the pasta, add a little sauce or gravy to the pasta to keep it from sticking.


5. What's the largest number of people you have crammed into a car?

In high school, one of my good friends drove an old Ford Falcon that his parents had given him as a 16th birthday present. I was a varsity cheerleader and our gang decided to go to 'town' after the football game and get some pizza. My buddy (who is now a high $$$ senior partner in a nationally-known law firm) had found someone to buy us beer (Miller pony bottles). We loaded the trunk with our libations and proceeded to stuff 10 people (9 of them were cheerleaders) into that Falcon and head to the big city. The Falcon was never the same, and I had a crook in my neck for weeks!! Sadly, the Falcon was involved in a single car accident with an 8-point buck a short time later. From that day forward, both the Falcon and the buck always held a special place in our hearts.

Thursday Thirteen

Dixie...this one's just for you...

Thirteen Expressions for Women on High Stress Days

1. You - off my planet.

2. Not the brightest crayon in the box, now are we?

3. Errors have been made. Others will be blamed.

4. And your crybaby whiny opinion would be?

5. I'm trying to imagine you with a personality.

6. Nice perfume. Must you marinate in it?

7. How many times do I have to flush before you go away?

8. Allow me to introduce myselves.

9. Sarcasm is just one more service we offer.

10. I'm just working here until a good fast-food job opens up.

11. I just want revenge. Is that so wrong?

12. Chaos, panic, and disorder - my job is done here.

13. Earth is full. Go home.


Happy Thursday, everyone!!!! Now BACK TO WORK!!!

Manic Monday - the word is "SUN"

I'm in the midst of grading papers and writing exams, but I couldn't pass this one up...it's only a photo and a caption, but somehow it really works for me today:



This meme is courtesy of Morgen at It's a Blog Eat Blog World...check it out!!

Hokie Nation

Wordless Wednesday

Manic Monday...the word is "TAX"

In honor of today's meme (courtesy of Morgen at It's a Blog Eat Blog World), here's an actual letter to the IRS...

Dear Sirs:
I am responding to your letter denying the deduction for two of the three dependents I claimed on my 1994 Federal Tax return. Thank you. I have questioned whether these are my children or not for years. They are evil and expensive.

It's only fair, since they are minors and not my responsibility, that the government (who evidently is taxing me more to care for these waifs) knows something about them and what to expect over the next year. You may apply next year to reassign them to me and reinstate the deduction. This year they are yours!

The oldest, Kristen, is now 17. She is brilliant. Ask her! I suggest you put her to work in your office where she can answer people's questions about their returns. While she has no formal training, it has not seemed to hamper her knowledge of any other subject you can name. Taxes should be a breeze.

Next year she is going to college. I think it's wonderful that you will now be responsible for that little expense. While you mull that over, keep in mind that she has a truck. It doesn't run at the moment so you have the immediate decision of appropriating some Department of Defense funds to fix the vehicle or getting up early to drive her to school.

Kristen also has a boyfriend. Oh joy. While she possesses all of the wisdom of the universe, her alleged mother and I have felt it best to occasionally remind her of the virtues of abstinence, and in the face of overwhelming passion, safe sex. This is always uncomfortable and I am quite relieved you will be handling this in the future. May I suggest that you reinstate Jocelyn Elders who had a rather good handle on the problem.

Patrick is 14. I've had my suspicions about this one. His eyes are a little close together for normal people. He may be a tax examiner himself one day if you do not incarcerate him first. In February, I was awakened at three in the morning by a police officer who was bringing Pat home. He and his friends were TP'ing houses. In the future would you like him delivered to the local IRS office or to Ogden, UT? Kids at 14 will do almost anything on a dare. His hair is purple. Permanent dye, temporary dye, what's the big deal? Learn to deal with it. You'll have plenty of time as he is sitting out a few days of school after instigating a food fight. I'll take care of filing your phone number with the vice principal. Oh yes, he and all of his friends have raging hormones. This is the house of testosterone and it will be much more peaceful when he lives in your home. DO NOT leave any of them unsupervised with girls, explosives, inflammables, inflatables, vehicles, or telephones. (I'm sure that you will find telephones a source of unimaginable amusement, and be sure to lock out the 900 and 976 numbers!)

Heather is an alien. She slid through a time warp and appeared quite by magic one year. I'm sure this one is yours. She is 10 going on 21. She came from a bad trip in the sixties. She wears tie-dyed clothes, beads, sandals, and hair that looks like Tiny Tim's. Fortunately you will be raising my taxes to help offset the pinch of her remedial reading courses. Hooked on Phonics is expensive so the schools dropped it. Good news! You can buy it yourself for half the amount of the deduction that you are denying!

It's quite obvious that we were terrible parents (ask the other two) so they have helped raise this one to a new level of terror. She cannot speak English. Most people under twenty understand the curious patois she fashioned out of valley girls/boys in the odd / reggae yuppie / political doublespeak. I don't. The school sends her to a speech pathologist who has her roll her R's. It added a refreshing Mexican / Irish touch to her voice. She wears hats backwards, pants baggy and wants one of her ears pierced four more times. There is a fascination with tattoos that worries me but I am sure that you can handle it. Bring a truck when you come to get her, she sort of "nests" in her room and I think that it would be easier to move the entire thing than find out what it is really made of.

You denied two of the three exemptions so it is only fair you get to pick which two you will take. I prefer that you take the youngest, I still go bankrupt with Kristen's college but then I am free! If you take the two oldest then I still have time for counseling before Heather becomes a teenager. If you take the two girls then I won't feel so bad about putting Patrick in a military academy. Please let me know of your decision as soon as possible as I have already increased the withholding on my W-4 to cover the $395 in additional tax and made a down payment on an airplane.

Sincerely,
Name withheld to protect the innocent

About pumpkins and bunny ears...

The story of Reedville, Virginia is linked to the commercial fishing industry that developed here in the late 19th century. In 1874 Elijah Reed transferred his menhaden fishing operation from Brooklin, Maine to the Chesapeake Bay. He purchased the land on Cockrell's Creek that is now Reedville. The industry flourished, especially in the early part of the 20th century. Today Reedville is one of the major ports for the landing of commercial fish in the United States, second only to Kodiak, Alaska.

For the inquisitive, Reedville is a fishing village located at the far eastern end of Virginia's Northern Neck, population around 300. It is located in Northumberland County, which has about 11,000 residents and no stop lights. Reedville is named for Captain Elijah Reed, who founded the town in 1874 when he started the menhaden fishing industry, which is still going today.

It features historic Victorian mansions built by factory owners and fishing boat captains. Main Street was known as "Millionaire's Row," home to wealthy fishermen who made their fortunes from the menhaden that was plentiful in the Potomac and Chesapeake Bay. Captain Albert Morris and his wife built this three story Queen Anne styled Victorian house in 1895. It is one of the centerpieces of Reedville architecture. For instance, it is featured by the Reedville Museum in the Christmas lighting season. It is now a bed and breakfast. The elegant lower floor features "a tiled entrance hall and formal living and dining rooms that typify the wealth of the late 19th and early 20th century" industralist/entrepreneur. Captain Morris, along with his brother-in-law James Fisher, owned and operated the Morris-Fisher Menhaden Factory. Captain Morris died in 1903 and was buried in the Roselawn Cemetery on the outskirts of the town of Reedville. His monument has become a magnet for pranksters during each and every holiday that comes down the pike. This author, whose family recently purchased a home in the little town of Reedville, witnessed the bunny ears and cotton tail as Captain Morris' Easter finery. At Halloween, the pumpkin appears on his head as if by magic. Let's see...Earth Day is April 22nd...I wonder what the spirits have planned for him then??? I'll take more photographs as the year progresses to see what's in store for the late Captain Morris, bless his soul. I wonder if he finds the same humor in this as most of the residents of Reedville??? I guess with a population of only 300 and no stop-lights, the adornment of Captain Morris is a true celebration!!!

A continuation of Wordless Wednesday...

Story to follow - stay tuned!!

Wordless Wednesday

Happy Friday!!!!!

In response to Miss Turnbaby's tag, I'm posting my six word story (and I've included my storyboard, too!).


I think
I'm finally
catching up...

It's Friday and I've Been Tagged...

by this Hottie I know named Bond. Here goes...


LIST FOUR SENTENCES YOU'VE NEVER SAID BEFORE:

I think we need a little less garlic in this marinara.
The Dodge Viper is one of the crappiest cars I’ve ever driven.
Exercise is like, one of my favorite things to do every day.
I wanna have at least 6 kids.


LIST ANY NUMBER OF SONG TITLES THAT DESCRIBE HOW YOU'VE FELT THIS WEEK:

She Works Hard For the Money
Dirty Laundry
Take This Job and Shove It
Losing My Religion


IMAGINE YOU'RE HAVING THE IDEAL PERFECT DAY. WHAT FOUR THINGS WOULD YOU BE DOING?

Swooshing down piste at Snowmass, Colorado behind a snowcat in the fresh powder, then hopping on my private plane and flying to North Carolina to…

Stand out on the point at Cape Hatteras during a blues blitz and feel that familiar tug on my line. After catching a cooler-full of TAYLOR blues, I bust a move to get to the Kitty Hawk airport for my private flight to…

Manhattan, where I stroll down 5th Avenue and notice that Saks is having a BIG sale on Jimmy Choo’s. I can only find 10 pair that I really like, so to cheer me up, hubby and I head to…

The Carlyle for dinner and a couple of sets with Bobby Short (God rest his soul) and then to our room at the Plaza where we get all jiggy with it!!!


MAKE UP FIVE CREATIVE NAMES FOR A NEW ROCK BAND:

Geiger Counter and the Probes
GWARanimals
Jackhammer and the Concrete Jungle
The Village Idjits
Pokemononucleosis


CONGRATULATIONS! YOU GET TO GO BACK IN TIME AND ENSURE THAT THREE SONGS WERE NEVER WRITTEN, THUS SPARING HUMANITY FROM EVER HAVING TO HEAR THEM. WHAT THREE SONGS WOULD GET THE AXE?

Muskrat Love by Captain and Tennille
D.O.A. by Bloodrock
Macarena by Los del Rio

How'd I do??? Have a great weekend, everyone!!!!

A quick Tuesday drive-by...

Check out Grammar Girl...This site will have a shortcut on my desktop from this day forward!!!

Manic Monday Edition #3

This week's Manic Monday Theme is Spring (courtesy of Morgan over at It's a Blog Eat Blog World).

I must spring into action this week and finish some important projects at work. If you don't see me around much this week, don't worry - I'm not dead (at least not yet). I'll be back sooner than you can say:

Spring is nature's way of saying, "Let's party!"
--Robin Williams

Give me liberty or give me death...

Yes, it's time for a little history lesson this balmy Friday morning in the Old Dominion. You see, on this date back in 1775, a patriotic and quite vocal Virginia attorney gave a famous speech at St. John's Episcopal Church here in my fair city, just a few short blocks from my office.


They tell us, sir, that we are weak; unable to cope with so formidable an adversary. But when shall we be stronger? Will it be the next week, or the next year? Will it be when we are totally disarmed, and when a British guard shall be stationed in every house? Shall we gather strength by irresolution and inaction? Shall we acquire the means of effectual resistance by lying supinely on our backs and hugging the delusive phantom of hope, until our enemies shall have bound us hand and foot? Sir, we are not weak if we make a proper use of those means which the God of nature hath placed in our power. The millions of people, armed in the holy cause of liberty, and in such a country as that which we possess, are invincible by any force which our enemy can send against us. Besides, sir, we shall not fight our battles alone. There is a just God who presides over the destinies of nations, and who will raise up friends to fight our battles for us. The battle, sir, is not to the strong alone; it is to the vigilant, the active, the brave. Besides, sir, we have no election. If we were base enough to desire it, it is now too late to retire from the contest. There is no retreat but in submission and slavery! Our chains are forged! Their clanking may be heard on the plains of Boston! The war is inevitable ­ and let it come! I repeat it, sir, let it come.

It is in vain, sir, to extenuate the matter. Gentlemen may cry, Peace, Peace ­ but there is no peace. The war is actually begun! The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms! Our brethren are already in the field! Why stand we here idle? What is it that gentlemen wish? What would they have? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take; but as for me, give me liberty or give me death!

Patrick Henry embodied the spirit of American courage and patriotism. He is recognized today, as he was among his contemporaries, as the orator of liberty. His compelling speeches kindled the fires of the Revolution and fueled the effort to secure freedom.

Henry's leadership did not end once the Revolution was won. Perhaps his greatest contribution to the nation was in working toward the adoption of the Bill of Rights. While desiring a more effective government, he was adamant in demanding protection of basic individual liberties.

I generally don't like to mix politics and the blogosphere, but I think we could use a little of Patrick Henry's "stuff" right about now...

Happy Friday!!

Thursday Thirteen

For some reason, I'm drawing an incredible blank this week. So ask me some questions. I'll pick 13 (within reason, of course) and answer them. I'm waiting here with bated breath...

Question #1 (courtesy of my hoochie, Turnbaby): What is the most shocking thing you have done and why was it shocking to you?

I guess I've done a lot of crazy things in my life, but the most shocking thing I've ever done (IMHO) was to hop on plane last August (in the middle of a family vacation, no less) and fly to Birmingham to see Taylor Hicks and all the Soul Patrol peeps that I'd met on-line during the AI season. My whole family thought I was cracked in the head fer sure! Frankly, my life would NEVER have been the same if I hadn't done it...you all make me smile EVERY DAY and I'm a much better person for knowing each and every one of you!!!

Questions #2, #3 and #4 (from the Hottie, Mr. Bond.

A. What is the weight of an unladen sparrow?

Are we talking the car? The curb weight of a Sparrow is about 1,350 lbs. If we're talking the bird, I'm just guessing here, but I'd say around 1 ounce???? They sure are little things (but they can definitely crap on my car A LOT!).

B. I have heard you are; a professor, a corrections officer, a dominatix and a stay-at-home mom. Which is it and why?

I am actually a jack of all trades. I profess to be a professor, which oftentimes makes me a corrections officer to my students. Dominatrix? Not hardly...I'm meek and mild! Stay-at-home mom? No way, no how. CBC (childless by choice)...I adore kids as long as they belong to someone else. I live vicariously through my nieces and nephews and their kids.

C. Now, the big question...WHY?? Why do I do what I do? Because I've done it for most of my working lifetime and I guess I've gotten pretty good at it...how's that for a smart-ass answer?

Question #5 (another Hoochie, Dixie, sends me this one): What was your first impression of The Hoochies and The Hottie when you saw them in B'ham?

I had already met two of the Hoochies and knew their character and demeanor, so I was ready for them (the groping hand was *poised*). But there was another Hoochie and, of course, THE HOTTIE in the mix. My impression was actually no different than what I had been observing during our on-line meetings in FBB and in the blogosphere. After a couple of drinks, we broke bread and then eventually threw down some Wild Turkey...it was at that point that I knew I had made friends for life. I so wish that you, Nurse Dixie, could have been there to join in the vim, but I'm sure our day will come. Actually, I often wonder what their first impressions were of ME!!

Question #6 (from yet another Hoochie, my dear Miss Maryfly): What is your most current fantasy? details please....(please note that I nixed her first question...my prerogative, right?)

OK, this is CUH-RAZY, but I actually have two. Right this very moment, I want to throw down $25 and get on that damn Grand Canyon Skywalk. DH and I are making a side trip to the Grand Canyon when we head to Vegas in May, and I'M GONNA DO IT!! Don't worry V, I'll take LOTS of pictures for you!!! BWAHAHAHAHA

My other fantasy, one that I've been thinking about a lot lately, is to learn to play the pedal harp. I have volunteered with hospice patients (and I went through the hospice experience with my father, mother, and sister-in-law), and harp music seems to be quite soothing to the patient during the actual dying process. I think the vibrations while playing the harp must feel almost magical. This is definitely something I fantasize about quite often.

OK, six down, seven to go to complete my TT. More questions??? Anyone????

Here we go...another question!!!!

Question #7 (from the Serious & Sexy Hoochie, Anndi):Where would you most like to spend the rest of your days?

Funny that you should ask that one...DH and I were talking last night about how we'd like to buy an Airstream, drive all around the country (and Canada), and see all the things we've missed over the years. But that could only last for so long. After that, I suppose I'd like to spend the rest of my days with a clear head and a healthy body and the people I love - location's just geography, right?

Wordless Wednesday

Manic Monday...The Word is "CHIP"

(Many thanks to Morgen for this meme!!)
Ah, the NCAA Sweet Sixteen has evaded Virginia Commonwealth University. After beating Duke on Thursday, they entered the second round in their game against #3 seed Pittsburgh on Saturday evening. But the Sweet Sixteen was not meant to be. Down 41-26 at the half, VCU managed to CHIP away at Pittsburgh and tied the game 67-all with 1:42 left. When the buzzer sounded, the score was 69-69 and thus began the heart-wrenching OT for both VCU and Pittsburgh fans alike. In the end, Pitt prevailed and ultimately recovered after blowing a 19 point lead in the second half. My Rams are coming home, but not before making their name well known in the world of college basketball - a world that more often than not craves a Cinderella team. VCU, unfortunately, dropped their glass slipper in Buffalo and there was no one there to pick it up.

Mike Freeman from CBS SportsLine.com posted a great story about VCU's trip to the NCAA...take a look if you get a chance.