Fantasy Football Fights

So if you know how to get that thing off my blog where if I type a word and it shows it as a link..please let me know..thank you.  It's driving me bonkers.  Mmmmm bonkers...I used to love those things!

So fantasy football has consumed our home this year.  Sundays are madness.  We rush to get everything done by the 1pm game.  Plug in our fantasy team for the week on the tv so we are able to see updates.  Have both laptops out and on the yahoo page to see instant updates.  Trash talking takes place via text message.  "I should have done this" or "is so and so playing"..."I need the computer to update my team"..."who should I start Big Ben or Orton".  Our poor neglected children.  They get replaced with fantasy players. 

It is so bad that when DeAngelo Hall made those 4 interceptions on Sunday I wasn't thinking "Yay for the Redskins" (MY TEAM) or "Go Hokies" (where him and I went to college)..I thought to myself, "man I wonder who has him on their fantasy team",  or "I should pick up Redskins D for my fantasy". 

Also, I don't associate players to teams anymore.  I couldn't tell you who Roddy White plays for.  I look at his stats all the time.  I see who he is playing.  I just don't pay attention to the team.  I pay attention to his fantasy stats.  If he has a bad game I am personal with it.  I hold a grudge against him like I know him.  Like he cheated on me.  Also, if a player has a good game I think their team must have won.  Then later realize that their team was beat bad...real bad. 

We are anti-Cowboys in my home.  Myself being a Redskin fan and my husband being a Saints fan and having to deal with all the trash talking from the overrated, overoptimistic Cowboy fans.  The other day I actually backed out of a parking spot at work and parked somewhere else to avoid parking behind a truck with a Cowboy sticker.  However when Tony Romo went down the other day it wasn't cheers.  It was holly crap he was my QB for fantasy. 

I am starting to associate every day life with fantasy as well.  I am taking a behavioral finance class for my masters.  One discussion topic was about a behavior bias managers have with being overoptimistic because of past performance.  I actually responded to the class and referred to fantasy football.  How one player can do so well one week, Dexter Muccluster, so you start them because you are so confident in their abilities.  Another one, Roy Williams and don't forget Ocho.  However the following week you get a 0 point game.  Just ruins my weekend!

Also, I think fantasy football has destroyed my marriage.  He actually went to bed angry last night.  I would rather trade him Orton for a so so running back than Big Ben.  He seriously got mad at me.  I am losing in that league, and have only 1 good player.  He is winning with like 4 top 25 players.  He gets mad at ME.  He was seriously giving me the silent treatment and would say smart comments under his breather.  Up until I started snoring.  Honest to God....over trading players in fantasy football.

In conclusion..my take on fantasy is it's a little skill and a LOT of luck.  No one could have predicted Shonn Greene to become the second string RB or Romo breaking some bone.  No one could have predicted Orton to be as good as he is or the Saints as bad as they are.  Sorry husband..but they are not looking too good.  I hope Reggie can do something this weekend because I am starting him at RB.  See...all I think about is fantasy.  Next year though...I am going to forbid myself from playing against my husband.  I would rather have him on my team then play against him. 

Nuff Said...

not sure where I copied this photo.....hope I don't get in trouble for using other people's photos.  not like they are reading some chick's blog.  i think I am safe.

Summers Farm

So I started this blog post off thinking I was going to go to this website photobucket and make a cute little collage of my weekend adventure to the pumpkin patch.  However, that website is not so friendly to those with ADD.  I couldn't get the collage function to work.  Was sidetracked by cool colors, boarders, links, shapes and sizes.  By the picture 5, I realized I had a only a few pictures with no cohesiveness.  Some with boarders, some with cool colors.  You will see below.  No flow at all..just random pictures from my weekend.  I probably could have been a little more neat and creative if I had more than 3 hours of sleep last night.  Dear Mason, "please oh please stop waking up in the middle of the night screaming because you are 15 months old and must have a bottle, Momma is oh so tired and holding out from 2am to 5am was not worth it because you won anyway!"  <insert hate comments now about how I gave into my screaming baby with a bottle in the middle of the night> 

So the trip started out with a huge group of us piling into three cars and making our way to an overly crowded pumpkin patch.  But ya know..it's not just a pumpkin patch..its a maze, slide, petting farm, big rocking chair, hay ride, pile of corn funland.  I knew the adults were going to be tired and the kids were going to be spoiled but it was all so worth.  Aidan wished Grandma goodbye later that night and said "you come again and we go to pumpkin patch..ok bye."  So worth it.  I will let the pictures speak for themselves.  Again...sorry for the random special affects I was too lazy to finish.  :)



Look at how how many kids we crammed in our Jeep.  Collin was like, "Woh this truck is cool".  Notice with Joey that the sugarfest started before we even got there!



The kids decided to stand while going down the slide.

We noticed a sign later, "No Standing While Going Down Slides"



Now we couldn't travel all the way to a pumpkin patch and spend $9 a person getting in, buy candy soda and pumpkins, oh and not to mention miss Hokie Football without having one "Aidan Moment."  See above grumpy face picture to the right. 

Now these next pictures may be deceiving because they looked like everyone went into the corn maze together and you would assume everyone would come out together.  Negative.  Everyone ran in, ran in different directions and somewhere 2 went missing.  1 came out...10 minutes later the other came out crying. 

I think that is Sarah dancing and Tina in the back sulking because she didnt ride with Jazmine...geesh

Aidan in the blue shirt corner..having trouble in the beginning

Thanks to Sarah for helping

Common theme here???????

 

 SUGAR!!!!!!!!!!! 

Obviously the end of the trip we did the hay ride..notice my hair.  No that's not the wind..its because it's the end of the day.  Mason....wow

Can't forget Chase...Happy 5th Bday CHASE.  You deserved this adventure living with 3 sisters!

The End

Oh Joe

This is what I came home to the other night...

Something look wrong here?  Ignore the fact that he does not match at all.  I know he is going to bed so I will ignore that.  His shirt...is actually Mason's shirt.  His 15 month old brother's shirt.  Oh Joe!  I have to leave room for no questions or choices when it comes to my boys and Joe...their DAD.  I put clothes out every morning for them.  When he puts away their clothes...I have to go behind him and take clothes out of Aidan's room and put in Joey's room..and take clothes out of Mason's room and put in Aidan's.  Yes..he is that clueless!  For over 3 years Aidan has been using the same shampoo and body wash because he has skin problems.  On many occasions I find Joe using the wrong soap.  Or I tell him not to use the bath toys because I need to wash them in bleach.  I walk in the bathroom the next day with toys scattered all around the bath tub.  "I didn't do it!"  First deny..then get angry..and maybe she will stop asking me.  He takes that approach.  But I still love the man..he tries and I am glad he gets Aidan dressed at all.  I am glad he gives them a bath at all.  Just wish he would pay more attention..oh well..that's what I am put on the earth for :)

Mason oh Mase

Do you ever feel like you just can't get caught up? 

You are always late, always rushing in the morning to find clothes that are piles around the house praying that something is clean that can be thrown in the dryer to de-wrinkle only to realize later that it backfired and now you are covered in lint from the towel that was already in the dryer.  As you are running out the door, you realize you left your check book.  You then realize after getting your checkbook and sitting back in the car that you left something else and then it's something else.  Then you take a second to look in the mirror to then realize you have snot on your shoulder from your 1 year old and your hair looks like a frazzled mess and you are wearing open toe shoes in the fall because all your winter shoes have the heal shooting through that cheap crap they put on the heal of $60 shoes and then you are reminded of how busy you are and you cant even find time to buy new shoes.

yeah that's me this morning..and yesterday..and the day before and the day before. 

Mason has had an adventure lately.  A hair raising adventure that is.  I have been losing my mind and Mason has hair issues.  It started over 2 weeks ago.  I noticed after Aidan's barber coated Mason's hair with this Jamaican gunk that he swore would help the curls, that he had white stuff in his hair.  I attributed it to the Jamaican gunk.  Joe noticed him scratching his head.  DING DING DING.  He has lice.  How did my son get lice???????????????  So disgusting.  Go ahead and call social services on me now.  That is just nastiness.  No one else had it.  I am sure I do..my head is itching has I type this.  Anyway...the only lice shampoo for kids under two was purchased.  3 shampoo treatments..many nights of sitting him in the sink pulling at his curls with him SCREAMING, head red, jerking, yelling trying to get every nit out.  Changed his sheets about 25 times.  Stuffed animals hidden in bags in closets.  Hair brushes thrown away.  You name it we did it.  WITH NO LUCK!  Couldn't kill the damn things.  Saturday morning woke up and saw him "scratch".  That was it.  I lost it.  I was one of those loony moms running around after waking up in an over sized t-shirt, hair a mess, yuck mouth, gooky eyes kinda look.  I sat him in the sink and pulled out the clippers and butchered his hair.  If the lice would  not die I would kill their home.  So I did...I killed the curls.  "Not nice mommy" as Aidan would say.  See before and after below...eeek



BEFORE



AFTER


Mason also had his 15 month checkup.  I arrived 10 minutes late and the mom behind me walked in and she arrived 15 minutes early.  UGH!  I am standing at the counter with messy faced kids, messy faced mommy, snot on shoulder, lint on shirt, hair a mess and she looks prim and proper with her dainty little girl.  UGH.  I am late..get over it.  So...the doc of course made me feel guilty for Mason being on the bottle.  Thanks doc!  Do you have kids?  She also took one look at Mason and said, "he is a climber isnt he?"  How the heck did she know?  She said usually the smalls ones are.  After telling me this she proceeded to tell me not one, not two, but FOUR times that I really need to watch him because he is a climber.  Lady, do I look like I dont watch my kid or something?  Was she trying to tell me I was a bad Mom?  Whatever...go ahead and assume I am a bad mom and look at me crazy when I also second guess giving him a flu shot.  Yes..not ALL moms give kid's flu shots so stop assuming that Lady.  Anyway..Mason is healthy.  He is skinny, average height with a big head.  10th percentile weight, 50th percentile heigh and 90th percentile head.  I wonder where he get's the big head from?  um...JOE

Aidan wanted me to take his picture.  He is posing here with his PB&J in his hand.  Too Funny