I have never been a professional football fan. Hell, I've never even been a die hard football fan...so, I'm not sure what came over me this year when I decided to play fantasy football in a pay league with all of my boyfriends friends. At first, it was fun. I thought it would be harmless...and it has been for the most part; but, I've found that boys can be just as catty as girls.
Team Name: Muscle Rub Down Optional
League: The Gentleman's Club
It's been fun and a great bonding experience for Adam and I. I've enjoyed learning about the players, hearing their stories and talking a little smack. And there would be no "but" except, I admit it...my feelings have been hurt. I keep getting these bogus trade offers (with hurt players) or snarky public comments. I'm not sure if I'm getting picked on or if I just can't hang.
Gentleman's club. Give me a break... literally.
Monday, November 23, 2009
Friday, November 6, 2009
Underage Thinking
Today I took a leap....and deleted my myspace. Ok...ok...ok...not really a big deal, myspace has not been cool for a while. I deleted my myspace 1) because it is not cool 2) I want to get hired 3) I don't use it and am certain that no one else will either, soon.
What I found was all of my old blogs. I remembered that I had written them, I just didn't realize how many there were. Approximately 35 pages of blogs that I had written over a period of 2-ish years. Many of the blogs were age appropriate, or situation specific...however, it was interesting to read over the life I used to live or the life that has shaped mine now. My myspace blog was filled with ideas and thoughts. Seemingly all of my blogs were about love...although I vehemently denied wanting or searching for love. It told a story of failed relationship attempts, sadness, self-empowerment and then falling for someone all over again. There were lyrics and poems...dramatic ideas put in for dramatic effect (I'm sure to just get comments or attention). It was fun to read over them, they were positive, spoke of a girl growing up and opening her arms to life. There were many blogs about life and learning...some about being afraid of growing up and taking responsibility...terrified of small things and accomplishment of huge things. It was fun to have a quick glimpse into that girl, the one that I used to be.
I hope that I have that same kind of open attitude. I think that I will miss some of the spunk that I had in my old myspace blog. I was a little less censored. Ironically, back then I was more concerned with what people thought of me and somehow more loose with my inner feelings? These days, I am not as afraid (most of the time) with what people, or my parents, or friends think. I am more concerned with portraying myself poorly or inaccurately online. Weird shift, huh?
What I found was all of my old blogs. I remembered that I had written them, I just didn't realize how many there were. Approximately 35 pages of blogs that I had written over a period of 2-ish years. Many of the blogs were age appropriate, or situation specific...however, it was interesting to read over the life I used to live or the life that has shaped mine now. My myspace blog was filled with ideas and thoughts. Seemingly all of my blogs were about love...although I vehemently denied wanting or searching for love. It told a story of failed relationship attempts, sadness, self-empowerment and then falling for someone all over again. There were lyrics and poems...dramatic ideas put in for dramatic effect (I'm sure to just get comments or attention). It was fun to read over them, they were positive, spoke of a girl growing up and opening her arms to life. There were many blogs about life and learning...some about being afraid of growing up and taking responsibility...terrified of small things and accomplishment of huge things. It was fun to have a quick glimpse into that girl, the one that I used to be.
I hope that I have that same kind of open attitude. I think that I will miss some of the spunk that I had in my old myspace blog. I was a little less censored. Ironically, back then I was more concerned with what people thought of me and somehow more loose with my inner feelings? These days, I am not as afraid (most of the time) with what people, or my parents, or friends think. I am more concerned with portraying myself poorly or inaccurately online. Weird shift, huh?
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