sunday

Normally on a Sunday I could begin my rant cursing out the Bills, and my disappointing addiction. My brother called me out today acting like my sister while watching the game......and in my defense I can't help it...it came over me like a poison that cold day in front of the stadium sandwiched between thousands of other addicted fans. Being a Bills fan is like shooting yourself in the foot (oh wait that's the Giants!) You know you're going to do it, and it's going to hurt and you fire away screaming...Today however we chose to stop watching after the first half. The Bills had a miraculous comeback of an interception to touchdown followed by another touchdown (almost off of the punt return) Well sitting on a happy Bills moment we put in Narnia, Prince of Caspian. Following the movie we saw they had lost but the score was 31-27...very respectable. At least they started scoring touchdowns again (It had been a few games) Well come to find out later, they had been winning the game up until the final two minutes when the QB lost the ball and the Jets grabbed it and ran it in for a touchdown. So freakin glad I did not witness that. The familiar heartache of a Bills fan.
I have been filling my days baking Christmas cookies...I have found lately I need to stay busy or I go crazy. I miss working. It's not fun to take time off when you are broke and everyone else is still working...a foil in my plan I didn't expect. I have gone from finding myself, to being completely lost in the woods, deer in headlights, frozen. Maybe this is a part of the journey...but that is the hopeful part of me, not the realistic part. And clearly being a Bills fan is not the antidote I need. I really should at least explore Rochester and see what it has to offer, tomorrow is suppose to be 50 so it should be the perfect day to wander, and take photos...find an adventure.
Maybe this week I will copy Kal and make soy candles...