even before i met drew, i liked sports more than the average girl I would say. i think its because my dear ole daddy doesn't have any sons so I was the chosen one to watch sports wiht him.
then, add my mild interest to the fact that i married a sports FANATIC and you can see how this household goes through quite a lot of ESPN.
we love ourselves the seattle seahawks. :)
if you havent been listening to sports news lately, you might not know that we are the hottest team in the NFL cruising into the playoffs. :)
nothing says, "go team like a wool pancho from mexico. in the wrong seahawks shade of blue." hahaha
one of our rising stars tested positive for adderall and was facing a suspension.
he claims that the test was not run correctly, and therefor he should not be suspended.
today he had his hearing.
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yesterday i was doing a little post-christmas shopping (thats what gift cards are for, duh) and i found myself giving the once over to the lady who owns the cute little boutique I was at. The shop has the CUTESTTTT clothes ever and all the workers are just always in the cutest outfits I could imagine. But this day, I found myself staring at the owner, thinking about how un-put together she looked and how I could not believe that she was wearing american eagle jeans when her store is BRIMMING with hudsons and sevens. (nothing against AE jeans, they were my staple in high school :)
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on my way to work this morning I was stuck behind a car on the freeway doing 45 miles an hour I kid you not. They would put their blinker on, and act like they were going to get change back into the "slow" lane but then change their mind. this went on every 10 seconds or so. To make matters worse, everytime we got near an on-ramp, they would SLAM on their breaks when we saw an on-coming car, even though we werent even in the lane they were entering. I was mad because I had no more reason to get a skinny peppermint mocha (christmas is OVER :( ) and this car was not helping with my morning angst. I noticed they had a JESUS IS MY HOMEBOY bumper sticker.
I seriously saw that sucker and instead of being like, "oh bless their slow driving souls," I was like, "a-ha! I found something that you aren't doing right in your so-called godly journey... neiner neiner bo bo." I don't care if you have read the bible cover to cover, you SUCK AT DRIVING!"
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i'm getting a little better at giving myself some grace when the going gets tough.
but extending that grace to others? we need that now more than ever.
in a word of comparisons, fighting to be the best, the hottest, the skinniest, have the biggest paycheck or the biggest coach purse and have the most followers on instagram, we have to realize that everything we (you and I) do plays into it, as well.
let's give each other a break, ladies. cuz if we don't do it for eachother, no one else will.
am i condoning richard sherman taking un-prescribed adderall? no no. calm down. i just think we expect these 23 year old men to be superhuman body builders who never dare drop a slippery football, but then we are the first to criticize the second they turn to something to help make them "enough."
so lady in the store, rock those american eagle jeans.
and slow driver, i'm sorry for picking out your flaws when you declared yourself "jesus's homeboy"
that's not my job.... :)
and i need to work on what is my job....
loving :)
flared jeans and all.
p.s. richard sherman won his appeal. heck yes. :) go hawks! :) hehe
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