Monday, February 3, 2014

Monday Musings

Here we are again, back at the beginning of another week. How was your weekend? Mine was pretty good, a nice mix of fun and relaxation.

1. I am a Sad Panda about the Super Bowl. I'm actually trying to pretend it didn't even happen. I went to bed shortly after 9 p.m. last night, turned off my ESPN alerts, disabled Twitter texts, and accepted the inevitable.

I probably would have been rooting for Seattle had Peyton not been in the Super Bowl, but that man has had my heart for more than half my life, so my allegiances go where he goes. Very few people understand just how deeply-seeded my love for him is. I've started thinking about the day he announces his retirement and I already can't handle it. I will be ugly crying that day. Then, when he's enshrined in Canton, I will sob some more.

2. I was having a pretty good Monday morning (my protein shake tasted like a strawberry-chocolate milkshake, I'm wearing a dress that was too tight a month ago, talked to B. this morning [more on that to follow], until I fell on my way to work. Yup, completely wiped out. Thankfully, no one saw me and only my right legging (a singular legging sounds so awkward) got wet.

God, I love a good cat gif.

Hopefully I didn't further injure my back. As I write this, I still feel okay, aside from the lump and growing bruise on my leg. Fingers crossed that I didn't hurt myself.

3. So, yeah, the B. thing. It sounds pretty minor, but, we haven't talked much at all since Thanksgiving, and that's been my own doing. I decided that I wasn't going to inflict emotional pain on myself and actively make conversation with him. Real relationships, friendships or otherwise, should not be like this, and I am done being the one to makes all of the effort. I'm sure that sounds dramatic, because in my head, it totally does, but, whatever.

Anywho, I was minding my own business, driving up the highway, when I noticed there was a notification on the folder where I keep WhatsApp. That's the only app in there that would have a notification, so I was very confused. I hadn't gotten a message or anything, so I didn't know what was going on. Low and behold, out of nowhere, it was B. saying, "I'm watching the shit out of this Wings/Caps game right now." W H A T?! You don't even like hockey. I know what you're doing and I don't like it one bit.

When it comes to sports, I'm like a moth to a flame. When it comes to hockey, I am like a rabid dog with a bone, or a diabetic with cupcakes - it's my absolute favorite I can't get enough. I will watch any hockey game at any time. I've consciously decided to not subscribe to GameCenter Live or NHL Center Ice because I'd never leave my house and I'd have no social life if I did. Believe me, I know from last season when everything was discounted as an apology for the lockout.

We've had discussions about hockey before, and he doesn't like it. Whatever, his loss. So, he knows he's going to suck me in with hockey by telling me that he not only watch the game, but enjoyed it. Well, sir, you can G.T.F. right out of here. I know your games. You did it once with the Red Sox and I fell for it. You drive me bat shit crazy.

The real reason why I'm less than pleased with this is because I let myself get warm and fuzzy feelings when he does this shit and I know that I can't do that. So really, I'm mad at myself more than anything. I'd willing to bet my life savings (which isn't much because I have student loans from a private school and graduate school) that it's just an ego boost for him, at least that's what I tell myself. I do believe that though. If that's the case, why do I still talk to him?! Ugh. I'm totally rambling now. Life is stupid and sometimes it makes me angry.

4. I am really, really excited for the Olympics. Like, international competition is one of my most favorite things in this life. Starting Friday, some of my favorite athletes in the world will become my enemies, simply and only because they aren't American. Sorry, boys, all's fair in love and international competition.

Let's do this. GO USA!

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