Let Him Celebrate

Well, the good Lord only knows how this thought crossed my mind today. I mean, I'm not a football fan. I probably couldn't even name ten NFL teams off the top of my head if my life depended on it. (Technically, I probably could. You know what I mean though.) Are you ready for this ladies? (And gentlemen too, if any are actually reading my blog. Lol.)

I think I finally "get" the whole male/football thing.

Why is it that most males (Please note that I stated "most", not "all". I try hard not to generalize.) have this innate sense of urgency to watch each and every football game he is halfway interested in?

I mean. It's football. A bunch of overgrown guys chasing a pigskin filled with air around on a field, right? End of story. Throw in a couple of yellow flags on an unlucky day, some buffalo wings, and a lot of over-painted, under-clothed crazy fans, and you've got yourself a game, right? Wrong.

I can't tell you how many times I've stated, "It's only a football game. If you've seen one game, you've seen them all." I honestly feel guilty now. It hit me this morning as I was getting ready to take my little guy to preschool. Would I like someone telling me that I didn't need to watch this Thursday's episode of Grey's for the simple fact that if I had seen one episode of confused Meredith, cheating McDreamy and heart-broken Izzy, I'd seen 'em all? I don't freaking think so!

Football is more than a sport. It's an emotional community of thousands of people with a lot of heart who are pulling for a common cause. Each new match-up (Please forgive my terminology. This is coming from an individual who has never sat down to watch a complete game in her life. Go figure.) brings an entirely new set of stats to the table. New chances for records to be broken. A new story behind the story. (Heck, even I heard about the Saints winning their first game back in New Orleans and about the Manning brothers playing each other a week or so ago.) Also, I think men have this unexplained need to feel like they're a part of this story. You're husband's heart is on the field being stomped on at the very same instant his favorite player fumbles the ball.

Football also equals stress relief. I mean, seriously, how can you compare taking out frustration by dribbling a basketball down the court as opposed to taking out frustration by crashing full speed into another human being? I don't see how it's possible. It's full contact. It's manly. Men want to be a part of it.

Which brings me to my next point... Who am I to tell someone that he can't watch a game on tv? It's just a game, right? I feel that men have this need to belong to this so-called athletic communion of other men. Could I really bear the thought of a co-worker asking the person I love, "Hey man, did you see the innerception that so and so made last night?"

"Well man, I wasn't permitted to watch tv at that particular time. What happened?"

Yeah, like I want to put my guy through that. No woman wants to have the man she loves look inadequate or weaker than another man! That's our job- to build 'em up. Society has already dictated that guys are just supposed to know about football. (Or politics, or Nascar, or whatever his particular social circle dictates, I suppose.) End of story.

So, would it really kill us to understand our man's sense of urgency to flip the channel to ESPN before kickoff? I think not. Our men are a part of a bigger picture. They want to belong. They want to feel like they belong. Each new game is like a new soap opera, with new characters, new plot lines, an entire history from last "season" and different circumstances to boot. It's not just a game to them. So when he's shouting at the ref who made a bad call, try not to let him see you roll your eyes. I'll try too. He thinks he's a part of it. He is, actually. It's a male thing. ~And if that's helping him become a better man, then so be it. Let him celebrate the touchdown too.

Relatively speaking.

How crazy is it that today is only Saturday? Usually my weekends fly by and today seemed to drag on forever! Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining; I dearly love to stop and smell the roses. (Pale pink ones, to be exact.) I also love to analyze though.

We all know time is relative.

Relative to our mood.

Relative to the time of day.

Relative to our activity.

Relative to the people we're with.

Relative to what we know is going to happen next.

For the life of me though, I just can't figure out what made today go by so slowly! If I could, I'd bottle it, sell it, and become a rich woman. Mark my words. Seemingly more time in one's day? Pass that bottle over here, would you please?

I didn't get "ready" how I normally do. No hair straightener. No eyelash curler. No lip liner. I cut corners. It's okay though. My three-year old doesn't care if I'm wearing jeans and flip flops. So, I suppose not spending forever getting ready saved me about an hour and a half... Not going to WalMart saved me about two hours...

For once, I think I didn't have to waste time doing seemingly important mundane things like stand in line at the Supercenter or count silently to myself to make sure I'm holding the darn eyelash curler closed long enough...

Screw it.

I'll keep my straight eyelashes today.

I'll eat a creative lunch and dinner because I seriously need to go to the grocery store!

Because, I feel as though I gained an extra day this week.

And, that my friends, is priceless.

Relatively speaking of course.

Seriously.

I know. Such an original title for my entry. However, if you're a diehard McDreamy, ahem, I mean Grey's Anatomy fan, than you totally know why I bestowed that honorary title upon my blog on this happy Thursday.

Seriously.

Disclaimer for all [heaven forbid] non-Grey's fans: The new season starts today, due to which I am extremely pumped!

Anyway, so I'm definitely a mom. Why, you ask? Yesterday, when I was getting ready to take the little man to preschool, I double-knotted my own shoes.
Enough said.
Lol.

Right now I'm working on a couple of custom orders for clients, but I'm also going to try to have a school-themed album posted on Ebay by the end of the day. There will be lots of goodies in it, so check it out tomorrow if you're interested!

It's going to be a fabulous day.
I can feel it.


Seriously.

Yeah yeah, more about the puzzle piece thing...

So, last night, I quickly wrote a glimple into my stream of consiousness so I wouldn't forget about the subject...

Regardless of which aspect in one's life it is that an individual finds his or her perfect "fit" with, one must hang on to that, you know? Don't try to cram two puzzle pieces together just because all of the cool kids are. Find your match. Once you find it, don't change that particular puzzle piece. The Puzzle Designer created it that way for a reason. Don't screw it up.

Once one area of life's puzzle is formed, move on. It's right. You know that. It fits. Work on something else. For example, in this crazy Ebay seller business I'm in, I'm not going to follow every single scrapbooking trend just to make a sale. I create with my heart. I found my niche. It's good. I'm not changing.

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Anyway, keep working on the big picture. It's worth the wait. Why try to fit two pieces together that don't belong? The picture will just get jacked up. So what if we're all 80 years old before our puzzle comes completely together? I frankly don't care. I'd rather be 80 with a great picture than 23 with a forced one that doesn't make sense.

Playing With Puzzles

So, when a child plays with a puzzle, he must understand that certain pieces fit together and certain ones don't. My little one is the MASTER of trying to make pieces fit that don't belong.

We musn't do that in life. As a scrapbooker, I might be tempted to "alter" a puzzle piece to change the appearance to something more pleasing to myself. That's great. For art.

In reality, we can't change puzzle pieces. We can't make ones fit that don't belong.

However, if we do happen to find a piece that fits with another in a sea of fragmented images, we should set those aside, you know? Not change them. Not alter them.

Those are all of my thoughts today.

I'll write more about this subject tomorrow.