Blog purists will be outraged at Sunday's update on Mark's mind. There are no mind numbing minute by minute updates on every little detail of Mark's life. No step by step explanations on how I finally did remove that piece of parsley from between my 3 and 4 upper molars. No sirreeeeeeee.

I refuse to blog my way into obscurity.

Sundays. I love 'em. There's really three ingredients to a perfect Sunday: Church, football, and a nap.

Oh sure, you can add some other things for spice, but perfection is in the CFN formula. Before I continue, let me make two things clear: (1) I realize that many of you are not football fans and I absolutely promise that I will not give a play by play of the afternoon's football game, and (2) I realize that the entertainment value of describing a nap would have to be milked pretty hard to provide nourishment for my entertainment deprived reader. Ok, church.

The sermon was on "Knowing God." That JUST HAPPENS to be the reason that I go to church, so we can safely go on to the next topic.

Football. To my many housewife readers, don't stop reading now. You need to hear this. Trust me, this is much more valuable than Redbook or Good Housekeeping could ever be. I will not go into an actual description of the game. I will play fair. But for your own piece of mind, you need to continue reading.

Here's my testimony on football.

"I converted to Seahawk football when I was 7 years old. Since that time, the Seahawks have caused more tears than scraped knees, orthodontia, and being forced by my sister to watch Runaway Bride three times (even the last 30 minutes. Dreadful). But it's ok. It's tough love. A commitment was made that somber 1983 day that will not die. I love my Seahawks with passion (and rest assured, it's the only thing that I love like that).

"For better or worse" includes 12 straight years of not making it to the playoffs, but I do not think of the agony saved by throwing my Seahawks on the ash heap of emotional history. Oh no, they are my team. And by my team I stand come what will."

It's always a pleasure to tell other people of the important things in life.

Anyway, understanding loyalty amongst many of us American males to football and their team is extremely important. To cut away loyalties without cutting away the ability to be loyal is an impossibility. Non-football fans need to be tolerant, nay, even encourage football fans and their loyalty.

NOTE: Many people will think that the above is a crass attempt to force my married football friends' spouses to allow them to watch football with me occasionally. To those discerning minds . . . . .

Ah yes, a nap. I won't bore you with details. But there's really three kinds of Sunday afternoon naps.

30 Minute Quick Dip Nap: This is for the busy. It's like a quick dip in chocolate for a vanilla ice cream cone. You know you had a nap, but inside, you still feel really tired.

1 and 1/2 to 3 Hour Make up for Lost Sleep Special: You know it. I know it. Even the New England Medical Journal knows it. We just don't get enough sleep. Everyday, we get an average of 15 Minutes to 30 Minutes less sleep than we should. But the Lost Sleep Special brings us right back up to speed. This has got to be the best category of nap. . . .

7 and 1/2 Hour Bender: There are naps and there are naps. The 7.5 is an earthshaker of a nap designed to not only catch you up on sleep, but to give you a head start on next week's quota. This is the equivalent of going to Starbucks and getting yourself a five shot Caramel Frappucino (both are tons of fun). You won't sleep for two nights! I only recommend once or twice a year, but special circumstances warrant different procedures.

Well, that wraps up Sunday for you.