God Made Steelers Football

I will probably be chastised for this, but I have to admit, I am not a fan of sports. Basketball, tennis, baseball, hockey, yep--pretty much bored to tears. There is only one sport that I practice religiously and that is Steelers football. C'mon folks. I'm from Pittsburgh!

How could you not be a fan of the greatest team ever made famous by the Rooney's and Chuck Noll? From Myron Cope's Terrible Towel to tail-gating at Heinz Field, Pittsburgh is full of Steeler pride. If you look, you will find black and gold everywhere.

A few years back, I won two tickets to a Steelers game in Arizona. Imagine my surprise (and Arizona's) when there were more of our fans packing their stadium than their own home team junkies. We have many supporters throughout the country and nothing brings them closer together than working towards Super Bowl... Hmm... What number are we at? ;-)

So this Sunday, you know where I'll be. Praying my team wins the AFC Championship and moving on to the Super Bowl. I will leave you with an inspiring quote from Chuck Noll.

"The key to a winning season is focusing on one opponent at a time. Winning one week at a time. Never look back and never look ahead."

I think we could use this advice for anything! Go Steelers!

I'm Possessed... Oops... Obsessed

It's true. I'm possessed--well, not really, but I behave that way. My name is Victoria Roberts and I have an addiction to Kathy Van Zeeland handbags... and her luggage among other things!

First, let me admit that I am NOT a material person and never have been.

It all started before I went to California in 2005--Emmy weekend. I could not go to California looking like a frump. Macy's loved me. I bought all new clothes, new shoes, got a new haircut, but my cheap Wal-Mart purse was not going to fit the bill. What if I ran into someone famous? 

Proceeding to the purses, I checked out everything--Coach, Liz Claiborne, Dooney & Bourke, but nothing caught my eye. I wanted to be different. Wandering aimlessly among the rows and clusters of bags, I almost gave up. That is until I saw the dazzling display before me.

There she sat all alone. Her black leather was adorned with stunning bling and she was so familiar, yet so unique in her own way. She called to me. "Take me home."

Approaching her cautiously, I gave her a raking gaze from head to toe. "Do you want to come home with me?" I asked, lifting her price tag and gasping at the cost. $80 for a purse? I think not. 

Pivoting on my heel, I left her there without so much as a backwards glance--well, that is until I looped around and found myself driven to her again. I returned three times while she patiently waited. Grabbing her tenderly from the shelf was all it took. She had me at 'hello.' 

Six years later...

12 Kathy Van Zeeland handbags grace my closet along with KVZ lavender luggage that I bought for a business trip. I was wondering why my male boss did not want to watch my luggage while I went to the restroom!

I can't help it. I'm an addict. Tell me. What is your weakness?