Dazed n Confuzzled

Love Hate

The Hate:

• That nervous butterfly in the stomach feeling
• Nervous twitching
• Pacing

The Love:

• Target and the fact that the Husband enjoys roaming the aisles with me
• Crisp, cold mornings
• Sweaters and stripy socks!

I used to hate Sundays

People. I'm still into football. Seriously! And for the record, I'm into football, the game, not just the players. Michelle, you were right last week - you did create a monster! Thank you! I love it!

How much do I love it? I think I noted on my last football related post that I was not only watching the NFL, but I was also watching college football. Well, this past Saturday night I canceled plans so that I could  stay home and watch whatever game was on. I switched back and forth between a few of them.

Crazy! I canceled plans to watch football. I might do it again next weekend!

In the seasons past, I hated Sunday because it always meant a fight with the Husband. I would want to go out and he would insist on staying home to watch the game. The only thing I knew about football then was what a bye week was - the only Sunday during football season that we didn't argue. AKA the Pats week off.

This year is different. During the first few weeks of the season, the Husband wasn't sure how to act when I would answer the question,"What do you want to do today?" with "I want to stay in and watch football ALL DAY."  My side of our conversations went something like this:

"Yes I Know its nice outside. No, this is not a trick. No, I'm not kidding, I want to stay in and watch football. I'm serious. You asked that already, this is not a trick. No, I'm not up to something."

Now that he knows I'm serious, the Husband is loving it. He comes home at the end of the day and asks me if there is anything new going on in the world of football. We have intense, educated conversations about football. I love it! Why was I so reluctant to jump on before?!

What is more embarassing...

Having a Spice Girls song on your iPod or this:

Remember the milk.

So I was wrong about Parks and Recreation. Its rather funny. I gave it another shot tonight (actually, I was forced to watch it but that really doesn't matter) and actually liked it. The format still drives me insane but well, it stars Amy Poehler. How could I not like a show she stars in?!

On a totally separate note - The husband came home from work yesterday with a pretty intense headache and ended up going straight to bed the second he got home. A few hours later, when he was still out cold, I figured I should go check on him (although really, I didn't have to as I could hear him snoring from the other room so I knew he was still alive). He woke up very confused. So confused that he thought it was 8 AM the next morning. It was hilarious. Hilarious. Okay, it wasn't that funny and would have been funnier if he actually got up and got in the shower but he didn't. I still found it rather entertaining. Yes, I know I need a life, thanks for the reminder though.

Wimp

I got my hair cut today. Not only were my ends long over due for a clean-up but so was my style and color.

Three years ago when I went back to my natural color from a very bad and very long blond phase, I swore I would never color my hair again. There were a few reasons for this decision, the big reason (aside from the fact that blond is just not a good color for me) being I was tired of paying close to $200 every 6 to 8 weeks. It was rather ridiculous. Insane even.

I blame this on the season change but last week when I finally re-booked the appointment I had to cancel at the last minute 4 weeks ago, I decided I wanted to go darker and shorter. I was pretty confident I could pull off the darker look better than the blond and as for short, I had intentions of bringing the longest layer up to my shoulders, 3 inches in total. Different but not all that different. Coloring is still expensive but well, whatever. I needed the change and I was excited. I was very excited actually...until I got there and changed my mind. The second I sat down in Kate's chair, I wimped out! Instead of leaving with darker shorter hair, I left with the same color I went in with and only a half inch taken off the ends. 

What a wimp!

I have no idea why after two weeks of thinking about it and a full week after making the decision to actually do it, I changed my mind at the last second. I guess I hate change more than I realized.

Don't get knocked up and expect me to watch...errr...

Well, apparently I'm a TV junkie. I've always felt a little lazy/guilty/really lazy about this and would never fully admit to anyone just how many shows I've been addicted to at once, which is sad because I've admitted to a lot.  I'm over it though, especially now that all the new shows are starting.

I'll spare you the 'I love this and that show' list, I'll be here for days. Instead, I'll list the shows I don't like. At all. There not all new either.

1. The Office. I HATE the office. HATE the office. I hate the mockumentary format. I don't know why exactly, I've always hated shows/movies in that format. Second, I really have a hard time understanding how people find the 'humor' to be funny. I find it to be borderline obnoxious. I mean come on, I can't be the only one who finds Dwight beyond annoying!
2. Parks and Recreation. Same reasons as #1. Just replace the Dwight character with the appropriate character from Parks and Recreation.
3. Melrose Place and 90210. Enough with the 'come back' shows. They're almost as annoying as all the 90's boy/girl bands regrouping and touring.
4. Accidentally on purpose. Blah. Annoying. Does Jenna Elfman have to be that annoying in every show she stars in?

Four...hmmm...I thought there were more. Oh well. I still have a lot of tivo'd shows to watch, I'm sure I'll be able to add to the list when I catch up!

Kick

So that dream I mentioned last week, the dream that featured a talking donut with eyes? It has turned into a recurring dream. 

I suppose there are worse dreams to have right?

Not according to the husband. Poor guy. In these dreams, the talking donut follows me on to a plane, a train and a bus. In each instance, Talking Donut, or TD, sits in the seat in front of me and asks me what my problem is repeatedly until I kick the seat. I'm kicking the seat in my dream but in reality, I'm kicking the husband. Oops :)

Thinking

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