Sunday, November 30, 2008

How do we not have the ball?

I've been really enjoying the Patriots this year, but I realize that I am a fair weather fan. I only like it when they win. When they lose, I can't bear to watch. Like everybody else in Boston, I was completely spoiled by last season (until the Superbowl of course). But it was a really fun six months and a really sucky half hour.

Tonight during the Steeler's route of the Pats, I jumped up and began to bathe my children during the second half rather than watch Cassell get stripped again. Since I got a #16 jersey I take it very personally when he doesn't do well. I was chasing the kids around because they were acting out various scenes from the Omen over the course of the game and needed to be watched. I kept coming in during the second half, looking at the TV and asking "How do we not have the ball?" Rich is a very vocal football watcher and I knew from the silence upstairs while the kids splashed and laughed that things weren't going well.

Madness, I know from a woman who wouldn't even let her poor husband watch football in the house until her son was born. I hated it that much. But I'll admit I was wrong. But I doubt I'll ever come around and start watching baseball or basketball. First of all, I just don't have that kind of time. Football is ONCE a WEEK for six months. Baseball and basketball are like every day, sometimes twice a day for three years. Or at least it feels like that.

Thanksgiving was fun. My daughter is in that two year old phase where she is the demon spawn from Hell or so completely adorable that she ought to be making television commericals for fertility treatments. It's quite a roller coaster. She rather enjoys "time outs" and consequently she is rarely phased by them. But they do seem to at least temporarilly stop the behavior that caused them. She'll rip apart a lego tower that her brother had been patiently working on for hours and I can see her in the time out chair almost muttering to herself "totally worth it." I'll be glad when the terrible two's end. I suppose when she's a raging teenager, I'll long for the time when the worst thing she did was to break her brother's heart by destroying his stuff.

My mom and I made six gluten free pies, and they were all fabulous. Eric even ate a little of the chocolate one. Old friends came to visit and some minor dramas ensued, but I don't understand them enough to post about them here.

In general, work has consumed me over the past month. (Hence the dearth of posts) I think things have slowed down a bit, but I was so stressed out that I could not eat. That has never happened to me before. I've had heartbreak induced anorexia. Some idiot would dump me when I was in my 20's and BLAM. I'd loose 10 lbs. My new condition, dubbed stressorexia is not a bad way to loose weight, but it's not my preferred method either. The project I was so stressed about actually went really well. But there were behind the scenes pieces of it that took way to long to fall into place. But most of them did by the end of last week, and for that, I'm grateful.


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