Thursday, August 5, 2010

Where in the World is Tiffany?

Some of you may be asking this question because you actually read my ramblings on this blog and have been wondering where my daily words of wisdom have vanished to (read: sarcasm).  I could tell you that we've been just so incredibly focused on traveling and frolicking our summer away that I can't find a minute to turn on my laptop.  OR, I could tell you how my days are filling with so much productivity that I am just a walking success story of the woman who can do it all.

The truth?  I'm totally addicted to Friday Night Lights.  I don't watch much television.  I wish I could say that it is because I have so many other important things to do, or because I would rather enjoy a cup of tea on the porch with my husband.  In reality it is simply because I get so easily addicted.  All it takes is someone to expose me to one episode of some lame tv reality show and I'm hooked.  Who exposed me to Friday Night Lights? My husband.
Anyone who knows me in my present-day life knows that I have no tolerance for sports.  I don't like the sound of squeaky shoes on basketball courts, I call it "Wrigley Stadium", I get innings and quarters mixed up, and the guy on the ESPN talk radio station gives me the hives.  My dirty little secret is that I used to love them.  I was a high school athlete AND I never missed a varsity high school football game.  I was a high school sport groupie.  What? You're telling me it is below zero degrees and the game is an hour away?  I'll be there!  Pouring rain on a Friday night in October?  Count me in!  Cold cocoa and popcorn for dinner?  Heck yeah! 

There you have it.  The cat's out of the bag.  At one time I loved high school football.  AT ONE TIME.  People could HEAR my eyes rolling in the back of my head when Dustin suggested we start with season one of FNL right after we got our Netflix upgrade.  Seriously? Football?  TEXAS Football?  The only thing I pictured myself having in common with Texas was the one summer I dated a guy with a gun-rack and Confederate flag sticker in the back window of his pickup truck.
I was wrong.  I'm totally addicted.  I am now caught up with the series and am desperately wishing my life away as I anticipate tomorrow night's episode - it's a big one people.  Perhaps my favorite part is watching it with Dustin.  He has taken to tossing a football around while we're watching it and saying such phrases as "Texas forever", and "No regrets."  We incorporate comparisons of QB1 and QB2 (that is quarterback for those (like me) that wouldn't know) into conversations and talk about Dillon, TX like it is our hometown.  I know no one reading this will appreciate just how funny that is.  Let's just say that we were made for each other.

Big plans for Friday night?  Me too....I've got a date with QB1.


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Neglect the blog! A good show is worth it :) I'm easily addicted too.

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So bizarre that you write this...Jason and I are addicted and obsessed too! What season/episode are you on? We are almost done with season 2. I have to admit, I want to push Jason street out of his wheelchair...he drives me crazy!!!!!!! (was that innapropriate?)