Still a girlie girl

ok..so i know i spend a fair amount of time talking about American-style football on this journal - but truly, i love the sport.  i love the pace and intensity of the game.  i, of course, am an ardent Eagles fan, even while they are not doing so well this season and have particular players of whom i cannot get enough.  i understand the game, thanks to my Father who played in high school, college and semi-pro.  i've been watching since i was a baby...it's in my blood.  i get loud and mean when they do poorly and will scream myself hoarse with joy when they do well.  i watch YouTube clips of Brian Dawkins and my tummy feels all funny - like i've just had my first kiss and i find it hard to breathe because my heart is pounding SO hard.  Had i been a boy, i would've played - hard, all out, with everything i have.

That being said - (which is so funny that i'm writing this while wearing 4" stilettos!) i am such a girlie girl.  i love pretty. i love lace.  i am SO fortunate to own scads and scads of my great grandmother Irish Linens...and handmade things and i dress in skirts and dresses and fuss with my hair and wear makeup and high heels. i love stockings and silk and hot bubble baths.  i love babies and how they smell right after a bath.  i cry easily and have a tender heart and a soul that longs to be loved.  i swoon at good music and strong Men.  i love to cook and bake and read and garden and travel and be pampered and so very girlie.

But man!  i do love football!

 

::grin::

A To-Do List

Things to do while sick:

1.  Watch every movie in the house

2. Beg movies from the neighbors

3. Give yourself a manicure

4. Cough

5. Dream of a hot bath but realize that you don't have the strength to clean the tub.

6. Read

7. Sleep

8. Cough

9. Try to do some needle work

10. moan and complain about the aches and pains.

11. Cough

 

If you try that fantastic schedule, you will be sure to be feeling better in no time.

Now, please excuse me, i need to cough.

Les Miserables

i really like this quote:

"...Such is a random, superficial picture of the year 1817,now largely forgotten.  History discards nearly all these odds and ends and cannot do otherwise;  the larger scene absorbs them.  Nevertheless such details, which are wrongly called trifling  - there are no trifles in the human story, no trifling leaves on the tree- are not without value.  It is the lineaments of the years which form the countenace of the century."

Everyone's story, their very life counts.  Sometimes we allow the drudge of life to weigh us down and to make us think that we are nothing, not worthy, of no value  - but no, that is not so.  Every moment of our life counts for something.

A good reminder to live each moment well.