Beyond Bored

August 10, 2013 ~ JodiLea ~ 1 Comment

The Daily Prompt is ‘YAWN’. What bores you?

GOLF. Watching a golf match on TV has to be the most boring thing, ever. Apologies to those who love to play/watch golf, but it had to be said. If forced to watch (I know, right? But it happens!) it is only tolerable if I am sewing, knitting or crocheting while doing so.

When I think about it, I am rarely bored. My handwork makes a lot of things tolerable for me. Like airports. Road trips. Waiting rooms. American Rifleman – hubby watches this show because he likes old guns, but he agrees that the host speaks very, let’s say non-enthusiastically.

FL-Golfcourse — Hey! Where is the ball? *Where is the golfer?*

Maybe golf in the deep south is a bit more exciting…

I am an intense and hyperactive person. I cannot sit still and do nothing. Doing handwork will actually help me slowdown and relax – something everyone from family members to doctors, keep telling me to do.

I have friends who love golf. Go figure. They tell me it relaxes them and I should try it.

I just nod, smile, and continue knitting.
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Was That a Real 49er Game?

August 8, 2013 ~ JodiLea ~ 1 Comment

I wasn’t expecting this – it didn’t even feel like football.

Now I’ve been in the mood for football for months. This week I have worn all of my 49er shirts. Today I was so jazzed about tonight’s game that I reminded everyone I dealt with while running errands in town to watch it. Most people had no clue pre-season was even starting and I was happy to fill them in.

Then, as I watched the game, it didn’t feel real to me. Something wasn’t right, maybe a few things even. Get this – I was more bothered by the fact it didn’t feel like football, then watching Denver beat us.

See what I mean? That is not me.

I planned to post about tonight’s game, but I didn’t have anything interesting to say. I’m staring at the blank “New Post” form, uninspired. And then, as if a lightening bolt zapped my brain, I FIGURED IT OUT! It’s not often that I am struck by sudden insight (or lightening), so I had to take a break and do a little happy dance, then get myself a soda before returning to my blank post and telling y’all about it. 😉

Reasons tonight’s game did not feel right:

Who are those people? The only player’s I knew played in the 1st possession. Then they left the field and strangers came on. I knew there were new player’s and rookies coming aboard, that happens every year. I don’t remember so many new names and faces all at once. Am I getting old, or are we firing more people in the off-season?
What happened to Coach? He looks like Jim Harbaugh, but he’s either been swapped out by aliens or put on some serious medication.
Where are the fans? Have the stadium folks started selling the Candlestick Park’s seats already? So sad to see so many empty spaces…
Film Crew. Someone please tell the cameraman that he’s supposed to be filming the game and not the cheerleaders. This must be pre-season for cheerleaders also – there were so freaking many of them.
Peyton Manning. If I wanted to constantly see all his stats, interviews and re-winded plays, I’d be a Bronco’s fan.

Whew! I feel better now. Thanks for listening. 🙂

TTFN

Meet Herbie, My Green Monster

August 5, 2013August 5, 2013 ~ JodiLea ~ 1 Comment

Note: I did not title this post: My Little Green Monster.

My Green Monster has not, nor will ever be, little. If it’s true that jealousy feeds on itself, growing bigger, then Herbie (my green monster) must weigh 300 pounds by now.

I am always in the company of Herbie. I named him because my brain grew tired of thinking “my green monster”. I have a pretty tired brain. Herbie (and I) envy everyone and everything. I manage to hide it pretty well (or so I think). I would hate for people to know just how shallow I really am. I certainly would not want this getting out on the internet. Ha.

It’s like this – I compare myself to everyone I meet, and I find myself lacking. Not only does this torture my self-esteem, but it’s exhausting. I have lived with the belief that if only I were pretty, everything would be OK. I would have self-esteem, confidence and more compassion. And yes, I’ll admit it, I’d get more positive attention.

In our defense, we don’t become insanely jealous. That is strange in itself, considering. I don’t shoot daggers out of my eyes at people, and we haven’t broken the law trying to steal stuff we want. Herbie is more of a pacifist. He likes to admire in people the things that I want, but cannot have. Things like a flawless complexion. Full lips. Large breasts I would flaunt at hubby – to see if I could lure him out of his shop, or just to be a brat.

Stuff like that.

We do not limit our envy to physical beauty – oh no! Herbie and I admire character, principles, bravery, honesty. We get misty eyed when we read something humorous, deeply moving, or impacting – wishing that I could write something that good.

We are suckers for romantic gestures and puppies. We are jealous of those who get to have one, and envious of those who have both. The typical “have and have not” scenario Herbie and I live with every day, in spite of all the therapy.

We hate that real-life isn’t life in the movies. Romantic comedy’s, that is. Not those vampire or zombie movies, which would, literally, suck.

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