RetroPost: 2.9.07

{Saved from Xanga} How can everything be looking up and then crash out all around me? I feel incredibly naive for even thinking for one second that things would work out perfectly. I thought I expected nothing. I find that I truly was holding my breath. I suppose it was also very naive of both of us to go on these "new life, new jobs" shopping sprees of ours when we really didn't have any true income coming in. What is that called? Putting all your eggs in one basket? No, no. It's called counting your chickens before they hatch. Actually, it's kind of both. I feel like I'm either going to throw up or scream. Or both. So now Billy's all set (wardrobe wise anyway) for this cushy office job that could help our life out of purgatory. I was all hyped to clean the closet today but seeing all those dress shirts and brand new slacks hanging neatly in an expectant row... it kinda killed the mood. What are we going to do? We already threw caution to the wind in hopes of a brand new life. Several times. We dropped everything and stupidly stumbled our way into my parents' master bedroom aka "our apartment". If I never see these four walls again, I will sing praises for whatever got us out of this prison. Ah, it's not as bad as all that only it is NOT a home. We dropped everything AGAIN- quit our jobs and traveled the country. Cool? Yes, very. But now here we are in this ROOM! AGAIN! With no reprieve in sight! I can't even imagine what life could be outside of this vicious circle. Now we're in a town that's eating us alive. We're fighting badly again from time to time. Not all the time but I just can't be happy. I don't even think I know what happy is anymore. There's no job market. The housing market is still staring at us blankly wondering why we're not plunking down our $30K and drowning in a mortgage we can't afford for a house that really isn't all that great. Knowing that we'd be paying more than my parents' do for their nice, custom built home and getting not even a fraction of the niceities is nauseating. It seems I'm waiting for an answer to fall from the sky. God~ we really could use some guidance here! Are we meant to make a life in Fallon? Cuz it doesn't look like that's what meant for us. If we're supposed to be us somewhere else.. WHERE?!? Humbled~ Ren

RetroPost: Unfortunately, the season's over.

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I've found that when you have a lot of time on your hands... the strangest things can happen. As some of you know- I've gone from "blissfully ignorant girl" to something I never thought possible...

*A FOOTBALL FAN*

And not just a "Hee-hee my husband likes football and I watch it with him hee-hee" kind of fan. A full on "watch NFL network at least once a day spoutin' off stats and facts I watched the Senior Bowl by myself to see new draft hopefuls and am looking forward to watching the Pro Bowl can't wait for next season know who the new Dallas coach is and that the Bears hired a new quartedback cuz Rex Grossman was dicking off in the Super Bowl don't like Tom Brady and the Patriots and can back it up with facts" kind of fan.

*takes a deep breath... sighs*

So today I decided that I wasn't a complete psycho unless I could name every team in the NFL. I sat down with a piece of paper and wrote down names until I couldn't anymore. Then I looked them up.

The NFL has 32 teams. I named 31. Off the top of my head. Complete with cities, states and regions.

Worry about me!