Oh my.

What a weekend.

A good weekend. For the most part. But oh my word I am exhausted today!

World Cup Party was a big success. Especially since we tied with England! At this point a tie is fantastic. Much better than losing and although a Win would have of course been better, we will take a tie because like I said, MUCH better than losing.

And that's what really decided the success of the party. Had we have lost than I'm sure most people would have left only moments after the game was finished, dejected and ashamed. The men would have moped around for the rest of the day, mad and on the verge of tears. Nothing said would have cheered them up and nothing done would have turned their spirits.

Yes, for these men, happiness does depend on the outcome of a game. And it seems there are so many games to decide their disposition these days!

But fate was in our favor. Because seriously, did you see the US goal? A little bit of luck. And a lot bit of the miracle we call God and Boom: A good day!

My brother also came up for the weekend.

He brought his new girlfriend to meet us and his friends.

And he brought his dog. Shadow.

I love my brother.

I love him.

But.

Now my house is messier than when it started and boy did I scrub the thing clean last week.

Thanks to the dog hair that is. Well and the general Pig Sty that is my brother.

There were of course a few casualties of war as well. A nice, a really nice, firewood holder.

But damages were paid, so I shouldn't complain anymore.

Sometimes a weekend ends like this one and all I can do Monday Morning is just assess the damage!

At least my downstairs is in tact. Perfect at harmony and back to normal.

Ok, don't look in the laundry room, but other than that it's Inviting-People-Over-Good-Shape. Which is usually how I measure the success of a clean house.

In fact feel free to come over! We have SO much left over food from the weekend. It is OUT of control. And like I said, as long as you allow me to blindfold you until you reach the bottom step, you will enter a clean and controlled environment!

Which brings me to my point. Well, I don't know if that was at all a relevant transition, so be prepared to shift gears.

I don't understand the dating world. I don't.

Thankfully, I never really entered into it. I have a small school and a huge amount of luck(Or the previously mentioned miracle of God) to thank for that! But from the outside, watching others date or try to date I just don't understand it.

I have gorgeous friends. Gorgeous friends. Single, eligible, future-trophy wives if you will that meet the biggest losers. I can't blame them. I seriously doubt they troll the streets looking for the most down and out, lazy piece of work they can find. But somehow they are like the Loser Magnet.

Ok and several of them have kids. But I can't believe it's all the kids' fault. Because if a good guy truly isn't interested just because of the children then were they really a good guy to begin with?

Miriah, just wrote a blog on her dating life. And she has written the whole thing off because the guy is terrified of her gorgeous little girl. And if you are scared of Lulu you are crazy, she's basically a teenager, trapped in a toddlers body, totally capable of taking care of herself and having adult conversations.

I mean it's one thing if the girl you are potentially dating is also the mother of the spawn of Satan. But when that girl has one of the best behaved children out there, what's the big deal?

Again, I'm asking. Because I don't know.

I think she's a ten.

Ok, and on the other hand is my brother.

Let me just say, that I love my brother, first of all...

But the kid chews tobacco. Like ALL of the time.

He parties like he's still in college and has a black dog that sheds on Everything! (I'm not a dog person, if you didn't know this already.... Really, I'm just not an animal person......)

And there are other things.

Like things in my mind would have me telling my friends to get the heck away from him.

But yet he lands this SUPER nice girl. With morals. Self control. A personality. A non-existent addiction to anything. And Pretty!!!

What is she doing with him?

Ok, in his defense he is a super nice guy and would definitely take care of any girl he dated or married and will be a great husband and father and blah blah blah.

He's not a loser. He just carries some loser-like attributes.

Plus, the boy is a Cancer Patient waiting to happen and he just doesn't seem to understand what Jaw Cancer from all of that nasty tobacco looks like. I think I'm going to start sending him pictures of post surgery jaw cancer survivors.

We had to look at them in 8th grade health and I remember vowing to never chew tobacco after that. Since Robbie and I had the same health teacher I honestly don't know what is going through his head right now.

And it's so gross. SO gross! I would just think, in my head, you would never even get to the first kiss. Ugh.....

But I don't like to think about my brother kissing at all, so let's move on.

Anyways, I just don't get it. Not at all.

But luckily I am a great big optimist when it comes to love and basically a walking-wannabe-Eharmony. So I'll find them all someone. Just give me some time. :)