Saturday
missing it
i read the blogs of three of my friends and realize that i never see them anymore and that i also barely talk to them. there are things going on in their lives that i can relate to, but i feel relegated to casual observer. we are all just so fucking busy. how they all have time to blog anymore is completely beyond me...
i have come to realize that part of the reason i hesitate to blog is because the keyboard i use has a sticky space bar. it is also really, REALLY loud. not in the comforting clackety way that i am fond of, but in the loud, sticky, you must hit space bar twice to get a space and hey, everyone who is sleeping, please wake up and notice that i am blogging! way. MUST get new kb (santa?)...
this past week has literally been from hell. i have had two vacation plans canceled and thusly stayed home (!!!) during my week and a half break from work, which i could not use later in the year and can't carry over till next. to top it off, everyone in the house has been sick at least twice in the past two weeks, and myself of three different ailments, gory descriptions of which i will tactfully omit (apologies to friends and family who already heard it in person).
additionally i did something colossally stupid for which i have flogged myself for three days in a row. i have owned up to it and taken responsibility for a heinous lapse in judgement which cost me dearly; however 98% of the population at large seems determined to help me learn my lesson by repeatedly pointing out how stupid it was. let the record show that this figure includes d. (only briefly; he saw the error of his ways eventually and is now fully supportive of my corrective actions) as well as my MIL and NYPD among others. i will also say that my new bank is on the verge of doing a ridiculous favor for me which will ensure my patronage for life.
my favorite distraction from all of these things and the pile of laundry which is now twice the size it was at the beginning of the week (and therefore cripplingly unapproachable) is the cowboys-giants game coming up on sunday. there are, in our house, 4 of 6 people willing and able to display team loyalty. the 7 y.o. wants everyone to be happy and so cannot pick just one; the 3 y.o. is, well, three. 10 y.o. is a daddy's girl, yes, on this too, and is half of the resident giants fan club, while the 13 y.o. squats on the cowboys side of the fence with me.
disclaimer: yes, the houston oilers used to be my team. yes, half of my family would freak about me switching camps. but i maintain that when the owner and the mayor get in a stupid fight about taxpayer-funded stadiums (go mayor!) which results in the team's sale to tennessee (!!!) out of pure spite, switching cities is perfectly acceptable. the old one contains bad juju and angry spirits of teams past and people i abandoned. after the mandated mourning period of five years, of course, during which no team is endorsed and only the superbowl is viewed.
when the cowboys met the giants at home earlier this season, it was a sad day for me and for r. and we spent several days after lamenting the public humiliation of veteran drew bledsoe, for whom i have great respect. we were reluctant to endorse the nkotb for a feeling of loyalty to drew and respect for his accomplishments. parcells baffled us, not in removing drew, but in doing it suddenly and publicly. i still feel bad for him, particularly after this same scenario played out when he was with the pats (under parcell).
we were also still upset about the t.o. debacle (which one? all of them!) we were both intensely annoyed at his drops, trips, and tantrums, and at parcells' seemingly counterintuitive decisions.
apparently we were wrong on the tony romo point, though we are not yet ready to admit defeat where owens is concerned. and certainly the release of vanderjagt this week has us flummoxed yet again. fortunately for us, the giants are walking wounded and continue to do themselves in day after day as sunday draws closer. while i warned r. to pray because in top form they are a force to be reckoned with (and i pray regularly myself for a win), in my secret heart i am hopeful.
i mean honestly, something has to save this week for me!!
i have come to realize that part of the reason i hesitate to blog is because the keyboard i use has a sticky space bar. it is also really, REALLY loud. not in the comforting clackety way that i am fond of, but in the loud, sticky, you must hit space bar twice to get a space and hey, everyone who is sleeping, please wake up and notice that i am blogging! way. MUST get new kb (santa?)...
this past week has literally been from hell. i have had two vacation plans canceled and thusly stayed home (!!!) during my week and a half break from work, which i could not use later in the year and can't carry over till next. to top it off, everyone in the house has been sick at least twice in the past two weeks, and myself of three different ailments, gory descriptions of which i will tactfully omit (apologies to friends and family who already heard it in person).
additionally i did something colossally stupid for which i have flogged myself for three days in a row. i have owned up to it and taken responsibility for a heinous lapse in judgement which cost me dearly; however 98% of the population at large seems determined to help me learn my lesson by repeatedly pointing out how stupid it was. let the record show that this figure includes d. (only briefly; he saw the error of his ways eventually and is now fully supportive of my corrective actions) as well as my MIL and NYPD among others. i will also say that my new bank is on the verge of doing a ridiculous favor for me which will ensure my patronage for life.
my favorite distraction from all of these things and the pile of laundry which is now twice the size it was at the beginning of the week (and therefore cripplingly unapproachable) is the cowboys-giants game coming up on sunday. there are, in our house, 4 of 6 people willing and able to display team loyalty. the 7 y.o. wants everyone to be happy and so cannot pick just one; the 3 y.o. is, well, three. 10 y.o. is a daddy's girl, yes, on this too, and is half of the resident giants fan club, while the 13 y.o. squats on the cowboys side of the fence with me.
disclaimer: yes, the houston oilers used to be my team. yes, half of my family would freak about me switching camps. but i maintain that when the owner and the mayor get in a stupid fight about taxpayer-funded stadiums (go mayor!) which results in the team's sale to tennessee (!!!) out of pure spite, switching cities is perfectly acceptable. the old one contains bad juju and angry spirits of teams past and people i abandoned. after the mandated mourning period of five years, of course, during which no team is endorsed and only the superbowl is viewed.
when the cowboys met the giants at home earlier this season, it was a sad day for me and for r. and we spent several days after lamenting the public humiliation of veteran drew bledsoe, for whom i have great respect. we were reluctant to endorse the nkotb for a feeling of loyalty to drew and respect for his accomplishments. parcells baffled us, not in removing drew, but in doing it suddenly and publicly. i still feel bad for him, particularly after this same scenario played out when he was with the pats (under parcell).
we were also still upset about the t.o. debacle (which one? all of them!) we were both intensely annoyed at his drops, trips, and tantrums, and at parcells' seemingly counterintuitive decisions.
apparently we were wrong on the tony romo point, though we are not yet ready to admit defeat where owens is concerned. and certainly the release of vanderjagt this week has us flummoxed yet again. fortunately for us, the giants are walking wounded and continue to do themselves in day after day as sunday draws closer. while i warned r. to pray because in top form they are a force to be reckoned with (and i pray regularly myself for a win), in my secret heart i am hopeful.
i mean honestly, something has to save this week for me!!