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Celebrity Status

We’re painfully behind: there’s almost an entire Euro 2016 trip to recap, followed by a trip to Columbus for a USA/Mexico World Cup qualifier with a less-than-desirable result and a look ahead at a possible trip to Cleveland, Ohio for a Gold Cup group stage match.

For today, however, we are just here to make an announcement: we are officially U.S. Soccer Federation celebrities.


Yes, it’s true: we’re basically the fan face of USSF.

And, while we don’t always agree with the federation’s choices (BUT NICE CALL ON FIRING KLINSMANN, BTW), this one is spot on.

Who do we need to call about getting our tickets comped?


Can’t. Stop. Planning.

Confession: I may be one of those people.  You know.  The one who vacations with a detailed itinerary and a binder of reference materials so big that it needs an index?  That’s me.  Crazy Neurotic Travel Lady.

I will maintain that this is not because I am a complete control freak (yeah, maybe I’m delusional, too) but because I am so. stinking. excited.  And also because I’d like to have a reasonable level of confidence in what we’re seeing and where we’re going, instead of showing up at some miserable excuse for an attraction that features nothing more than one sickly lion in a cage and a few funhouse mirrors. 

So, I research.  Compulsively.

Yesterday, Lauren mentioned to me that she’d like to spend an afternoon shopping.

(Given our genetic makeup, we’ll spend more than just one afternoon shopping.  We are our Grandma Barb’s grandchildren and we’re damn proud of it.  XOXOX)

 Specifically, she was thinking of shopping for traditional African crafts, ceramics, jewelry.  The stuff that any respectable tourist brings home in his or her luggage.   

 I fire up the laptop.  I pull out the information on the shuttle services offered by our guest house. 

 Ten minutes later, we had a plan.  Well, I had a plan.  And Lauren had a whole new reason to think that I’m completely nuts.

The one where it is clear that I need to get a life

For the past four years, I’ve had the same wallpaper on my work computer.

I’ve moved offices, changed positions and killed at least three computers. But the wallpaper always stays the same.  I like consistency.  And I feel a special kinship to this wallpaper, in its psychedelic, World Cup, pink glory.

Nothing makes me happier than opening a document off of my happy, pink, World Cup 2006 desktop.  Well, except for not working.  That makes me happier.

But if I have to work, it should be from my Pretty Pink Fútbol Fanatic Wallpaper of Glory.

One look at it and I am transported back to the summer of 2006, when a television was within view from the confines of my desk and World Cup matches were always on. Oh, 2006, how magical you were.  I introduced the World Cup to my officemates. By the time the tournament progressed to the Round of 16, they were obsessed. We made a pool. We gathered around the television for highlights. We adopted a baby unicorn and named it Sir Zinedine Zidane.

If you don’t already think I’m insane, please let me spell it out for you: I have an emotional attachment to my desktop wallpaper.

Yesterday, friends, was A  Very Big Deal.

I changed my wallpaper. 

I think we can all agree: therapists around the world would applaud such a monumental change in my simple, simple life. 

It is time to embrace the newest fad, boys and girls.  It’s 2010. 

And pink is so over.