In a blink of an eye, my Fantasy Football season is over. Out of 14 teams I finished in 12th place. So I am not the ultimate loser, but pretty darn close. For the most part Matthew Stafford was a disappointment. 10 interceptions and 37 sacks? Alshon Jefferey barely started to show up. Zack Ertz was never thrown the ball, even with the talent of a TE1. The starting RB's on my team were more consistent, yet still not phenomenal; Joique Bell and Lamar Miller. I was plagued with injuries, just like the rest of us, and saw the words "probable and questionable" all too often on my roster. Every season I don't win comes the promise of a new season filled with hope, wonder, excitement and the possibility of winning the championship. Every season I say "Next year I won't drink and draft" and every new season I drink and draft. I guess when it comes down to it, it's mainly luck. So I say "better luck next year Ames" to myself and now I can sit back and watch my Rams play an entire game instead of the Red Zone channel for 8 hours. I will miss you Andrew Siciliano. Until next season. ~Dearest Neighbors, Please do not call the police, it's not domestic violence or a wild party, it's football season and that's just me screaming at my TV.
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It's been a while (again) since I've posted. I don't know why, really, because I love posting on my blog. Some months I am a complete chatter box and others just seem to run away from me.
This post is a "just sayin" post. No particular reason other than to share my love of the rain. Last week was Thanksgiving and we were wearing shorts and flip flops smoking a turkey outside in the 80 degree weather. Not even a week later and it's 25-30 degrees cooler, raining and I am in heaven. Some people hate the rain. It depresses them. To me, it's lovely. It brightens up the greenery, washes away the dirt and cleans the air. There is nothing sweeter to me than the sound and smell of rain. It soothes my soul every single time. The best kind of rain, of course, is a cozy rain. This is the kind the anonymous medieval poet makes me remember, the rain that falls on a day when you’d just as soon stay in bed a little longer, write letters or read a good book by the fire, take early tea with hot scones and jam and look out the streaked window with complacency. ~Susan Allen Toth, England For All Seasons |
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