I’m not gonna lie… 30′s been a little bit of a let down. After such a fantastic year, celebrating 30 things that I had never done before and culminating it with an AMAZING week in Ireland, it seems I’ve set myself up for some serious disappointment.
And I know that I’ve promised that I’d keep writing – I just need some motivation so I’ll be looking for that.
I’ll keep you posted as to when I find anything…
Act as if what you do makes a difference. It does. ~William James
I’ve been watching the Super Bowl since I was 2 weeks old. My dad has always instilled in me a passion for the game that includes making a spreadsheet of the playoffs every year. He’s gotten a little more high-tech this year and actually created a Word document but I’ll always cherish the ones precisely written with pencil.
When I was younger, my “engagement dream” was that the love of my life would pop the question on the jumbotron at the Super Bowl, ideally when the Pats were playing. That didn’t happen.
So to say I’m a football fan would be an understatement. The Pee Wee football league wouldn’t let me actually play football (since I was a girl and all) so I became a cheerleader and was the only one that had a clue what was happening on the field.
So not me… although this would be great.
I am a huge Pats fan. I’m still massaging the open wounds from four years ago and I’d like some redemption, especially because I live in football purgatory – right in between Heaven and Hell… or Patriots and Giants territory, however you want to look at it.
So tomorrow, I’ll either be screaming from the rooftops or cowering and avoiding any Super Bowl conversation. Either way, Tom’s going to be a happy man… he gets to go home to Giselle.
It’s really not fair.
Until then…
GAME ON!
I don’t care about three years ago, … I don’t care about two years ago. I don’t care about last year. The only thing I care about is this week. ~Tom Brady
