Are you freaking kidding me with this stuff?
Why?
WHY?
WHY?
…would you do that to a child?
Wow, this week has been rather boring. I haven’t done anything.
I’ve been extremely exhausted all week, so I’ve barely had enough energy to get through work and then get my ass home and parked on the couch.
Monday night? Jeez, I’m even having a hard time remembering Monday night.
Oh yeahhh. Frozen pizza and then up late to complete our Fantasy Football draft (which is what set the week off on a bad foot in terms of sleep and tiredness).
Tuesday night? Well, this was the one night I was actually a little productive. I made chocolate chip cookies to bring over for a neighbor who just had a baby a couple of weeks ago. And of course, sampled one of them. You know those things weren’t getting out the door completely unscathed. I also brought in a couple for my coworkers on Wednesday morning. These coworkers in my new office space? They love me and my baked goods. Everyone downstairs is always on a diet so no one appreciated when I brought in stuff, so I never did. Therefore, I never made anything because I couldn’t leave that stuff lying around the house! Up here? They eat. Boy, do they eat! I love it.
Last night? Seriously… nothing.
Tonight? Nothing planned, but I don’t think I can sit around and do nothing again. Too boring. Must do something. I just have to figure out what that is.
We also have absolutely nothing planned for the weekend. I think we have to fix that and make some plans to do something. I can’t handle all of this nothingness!
Life changes… they are a-coming.
I don’t want to share any additional details until things are more concrete. But it’s exciting and scary all at the same time. And it’s a lot to think about.
I’m not a big fan of change, but this one could be good.
Last night marked the beginning of the season for fantasy football.
We had our draft.
It’s always been a big night in our house. In years past, we’ve gone out, picked up some food, come back to the house and sat down to sign into Yahoo to begin the process. Me on a laptop, Michael on the desktop, both picking our teams. Last year, we even had our friend Justin over with his laptop, and three of us sat there, frantically doing internet research, and racing the clock to make our picks.
This year? Not so much. Our draft didn’t start until 9:30 p.m.! Ugh, so late.
Michael and I ate a frozen pizza that’s been hanging out in our freezer for four months. We bought it for when I had a bunch of my college friends back to our house to spend the night after my bridal shower back in April. We had purchased two pizzas, and we only ended up having one the night of the shower. Michael and I so rarely actually indulge that we didn’t get around to eating it until now. Pathetic!
Then we took the dog for a walk (we’ve had beautiful weather lately!) and waited around for a few hours for the draft to start.
I came in first place in our league last year. That’s right, I won the championship in a league full of guys. Michael’s friends? They just loooove getting their asses kicked by me. There is actually one guy in the league that I am seriously rivals with. I know, it’s sad. It’s fantasy football. But I love me some football.
In the draft, I had pick #3. L.T. and Adrian Peterson were taken #1 and #2. I ended up going with Brian Westbrook.
I think my team is pretty solid. Toward the end, I had to draft some scrubs (no one left and we have to draft so many players!), but my starting line-up is–at the very least–good on paper.
We’ll see how things go. I can’t wait for the first matchup on September 7!
About
I'm Heather. I'm 33 and have been married to Michael for seven years. Together, we have two beautiful little girls we love more than anything, and a miniature dachshund who drives us crazy. I'm a full-time working mom who has very little time for my own "stuff" these days, like home improvement, cooking/baking, cake decorating, and photography. Despite the team not making the playoffs since 1999, I'm STILL a Buffalo Bills fan, which I think speaks to my loyalty AND sense of humor. I can't wait to pick up the pace with travel again some day... you know, when we're done being ruled by tiny fists. Welcome to my blog.
