Gameday At My House

Let me start off by saying that I love to watch football. I'm a fan of the Tampa Bay Buccaneers and the University of Notre Dame Fightin' Irish. I even played Powder Puff football when I was in high school. Back to the fandom...
This past Saturday was a very important game for the Irish - the University of Southern California Trojans came a-calling. This was also an important game for me as a fan. Bragging rights come Monday morning at work, paying up on bets, things like that.
I am a very superstitious fan - I don't break my routine on gameday. I wear the same navy blue and gold ND lounge pants and white ND t-shirt every Saturday. I try not to eat while the game is on. I usually take a nap from halftime until the start of the 4th quarter. I play my ND fight song keychain every time the Irish score. I throw my "Irish Bad Call Brick" at the TV if I feel I need to, and I also throw my flag I made. My rituals usually work - except for the ND loss to Michigan State. I ordered pizza and ate it while the game was on. This weekend, however, was different...
I'll be one of the first to admit that USC is an awesome team. I just wanted ND to win the game, and I thought they had it won - until Leinart did his thing in the 4th quarter. I swear I almost had tears in my eyes. Then I realized that no other team this season has done that to USC, and I felt better. Even though it was a loss, it was still a good game by both teams. This Saturday is BYU - I think the Irish should get it done this time!
As for the Bucs, it's hard to be a fan of a Florida team here in Indiana. ESPECIALLY when their old coach is the Indianapolis Colts' latest coach! But I manage. I order apparel from a catalog, and I get game updates when I can - no way they're gonna show a Bucs game up here unless it's regional action!
That's enough football venting for a while...

Second Verse, Same As The First

Today sucked just as much as yesterday did. Once again, I wanted to go out and do something fun, and my plans were shot down. Courtesy of "Mr. Wonderful", my boyfriend of almost 7 years. We split up for about 6 months a couple of years ago, but we reconciled. More often than not, I find myself wondering why I came back in the first place.

He is my total opposite - he's quiet, likes to sit at home unless he's going to a high school football game, won't dance at a club, doesn't drink, etc...
I've heard that opposites attract, but I just don't see how. I have more in common with guys I chat with on the Internet than I have in common with somebody I've known for almost 8 years! I need to either get out of the relationship, or drag him to couples' therapy. And this guy says he wants to marry me!?!

Coming To Terms

I will be 30 years old this Sunday, and I am slowly coming to terms with that fact. I've been told that I still look like I'm 21, and I often feel like I'm 16! So why do I have this issue? I have no idea. When I was in my teens, I thought people over the age of 30 were out of touch with my generation. As I got into my 20's, I abandoned that idea a little more every year. I made friends that were already in their 30's, but my boyfriend's teenage sister still thought I was cool and often borrowed my clothes. I easily get along with people older than I am, and I often find people in their teens and early 20's to be quite annoying and immature. Of course, this is not the case with everybody. There are people my own age who are also quite annoying, and people younger than myself who are more mature than I am on a regular basis.
So what will I be doing on the last weekend I am in my 20's? Probably ABSOLUTELY NOTHING! My boyfriend of 7 years and his best friend are at a high school football game tonight. Neither one of them attended either school that is playing. They do this every weekend. Why? Neither one of them coach a team - not even a youth league team! Today at work, a group of people asked me to go to lunch with them - their treat, because they know my birthday is over the weekend when we won't be working. My response: "Thanks for the offer, but I can't because _______ is going to a football game tonight and I have to be home early". Later in the day, my boss and a few other people practically begged me to go out for drinks with them after work. Once again, my response was "Thanks, but no thanks", then I explained why I had to be home early. Tomorrow night, I will probably be sitting here at the keyboard. Chatting with friends, flirting via IM, etc...But that doesn't take the place of going out dancing, drinking, and overall having fun. Things that I love to do, but I really don't get the chance to do anymore. Oh well.
I guess I'll just stop wallowing in self-pity and think of the less fortunate people in the world - victims of Hurricanes Katrina and Rita, abused women and children, sick and starving people in all four corners of the world. Then I'll remind myself that I'm glad I'm able to blow out that extra candle on my birthday cake on Sunday.