Yes I am happy!

This morning, I, along with the rest of Steeler Nation was savoring the Steelers the down to the wire victory in the Superbowl.

It came at the end of a long busy weekend. Saturday we spent preparing for a dinner party we were hosting that night. It was an Italian themed dinner and I made Pancetta Wrapped Pork Roast courtesy of Giada De Laurentiis and homemade (I made the crepes, made the sauce) manicotti courtsey of my mom. Both were good, but I think the manicotti was the real hit of the night.

Of course most of the day on Saturday was spent getting our house as clean as possible. I also got out my nice dishes and set the table and had candles lit and the house looks so nice and cozy. I dressed up, wearing my black pencil skirt and my knee high boots. If only I had taken a picture.

Backtracking a bit to Friday afternoon. Earlier in the week Ella expressed a desire to have a Steelers shirt to wear for the Super Bowl. I knew it would be hard to find, but for some reason I put it off until Friday. On facebook I asked for advice on where to find Steeler's gear in kids' sizes and immediately received a ton of feedback. It was almost more overwhelming than not knowing where to look. I realized that if I was thinking clearly I could have had one of my Pittsburgh friends' buy me one and put it in the mail. But with a busy day on Saturday I realized the chance of me even having time to make phone calls to the various stores, let alone driving to one, was slim to none. I just hoped that perhaps Ella wouldn't notice when I put my jersey before church and all would be good. No such luck. As soon as she saw me sporting a number 86, the tears started to fall.

I remembered that I had a Steelers shirt that I longer wore because it had shrunk and was too small. What were the chances I could actually find it in my closet in the few minutes I had to get us out the door for church? I mean, I never know when I'm going to be able to find a shirt I actually wear, let alone one that doesn't cover my midriff. I consider a Super Bowl miracle (because the Steeler's winning was skill, not a miracle!) that I quickly found the shirt and Ella was thrilled to wear it. We both went to church in jeans, white long sleeve shirts with black Steeler shirt overtop. It was too cute. If only I had taken a picture.

Our Super Bowl gathering was as low key as it gets. I didn't want to have to play the role of hostess and we were still recovering from Saturday's busyiness. Just a few friends came over and hung out and ate and watched the game. I made Pittsburgh cupcakes with the girls. They were yellow/gold cupcakes, frosted with chocolate/black. Easy enough, right? Also on the menu was a Pittsburgh style sandwich - grilled chicken topped with melted mozarella cheese, french fries, coleslaw, lettuce, tomato and Italian dressing. They were just as delicious as I remembered and everyone else thought they were awesome. Of course, no pictures of the food either.

Right before halftime my friend Rachael and I started cutting out the 3D glasses for the halftime 3D special. We all put them on. And THAT is when I decided to get out the camera. So over the course of a eventful weekend I have these four pictures to share....

I also think this is the first time I've posted any pictures in 2009.

I've washed Ella's shirt and told her she could wear it to school tomorrow. I hope I remember to take a picture then! If anything, for you all to see that the shirt I used to wear isn't all that gigantic on my five year old daughter. I don't wish is weirder - that she is old enough to wear a shirt of mine without it looking like a dress, or that I wore a shirt that small. I promise you, it really shrunk!

It was a great weekend, despite the lack of pictures. I couldn't be happier that the Steeler's pulled off the victory. After Holmes' touchdown I jumped up and did a crazy and completely uncoordinated spastic dance. Matt asked why I wasn't yelling and I told him that I just couldn't. No idea why my joy expressed itself the way it did, but it was one moment when I was definitely glad that no pictures were taken.