f is for football

Don’t be so judgy judgey. F it All is for FOOTBALL. Not the mother of all swear words. Get a grip. If I was going to drop a big ole F Bomb, I would do it with a little more style.

Truthfully, I found a little bit of happy this evening by reactivating my Fantasy Football League. Oh, the happy that I felt when I pushed the “reactivate league” button.  Have a few new players this year and I am also happy to be playing with some of my oldest friends. It’s all good.

Not going to lie, I’ve been using a lot of other F words lately. Things have been difficult over here. Things going on. Not yet blog-worthy, but pain in my ass nonetheless.  Well, a few things can be shared…

About week  or so, ago, I had one of those scary headaches. You know, the one that made me go to the ER to verify that it wasn’t another TIA. I didn’t really talk about it, because I didn’t want to seem like a freak show. Happily, it wasn’t one, but it was stressful. Turns out, a medication that I’m on has become less effective and they increased another med to compensate, and THAT med made me want to blow my brains out. Not quite, but close. In reality, it’s been a tough few weeks. I’ve spent a lot of time on the phone with doctors and nurses.

I’m working on a project that really makes me want to reevaluate every life decision I’ve ever made, including and not limited to, not spending more time studying the fine art of chemistry and/or microbiology in college. Clarification, I probably should have registered for microbiology, but you get my point! My industry is tough. It’s fickle, it’s ever changing, and I’ve been killing myself on a project. Got some news on the project today that really caused me to want to pack up my dogs, a few pair of cute shoes and a bag of clothes and head north. Really, really far north. Yukon north. Or maybe just Oscoda. Is it too late to become a hair stylist? Perhaps I should scootch on over and become a dental assistant. Or maybe get my ass back in the kitchen. Who am I kidding? You can’t teach an old dog new tricks…

Side-note, I do love having Hall of Fame Football on my tv. PS, I think Michael Strahan is kinda cute with that gap between his teeth. Or maybe I’m just enamored with the fact that there is Football on my screen. Give me a big ole dose of Terry Bradshaw and this mood of grouch would go away.

Back to Football. Football is a happy time for me- i get to spend time with more of my friends. It gives an ongoing conversation about things other than work and local drama. It just makes me at peace.

I’m going to save my annual “The Detroit Lions are going to win it all this year” speech for another day. I can’t give it all up right away? That never ends well now does it?

In case you were wondering? Yes, they will go all the way. SUPERBOWL BABY. Screw the Pack. Down with Denver. Who gives a shit about “who dat?”  Da Bears? More like da teddy bears. Dallas? Snort. Just a traffic pain in the ass for me. The Giants? Sh-eli will do what she does. The Eagles? Ok, I can’t talk shit about the Eagles. I’m afraid my friend D will restrict access to his house & kids if I talk smack about his mighty Eagles.

Ok, I’ve said enough, but really, I have oh-so much more to say. Seriously. SO MUCH MORE.