That’s me talking to conflict, my mortal enemy.
It’s like he showed up a few weeks ago in the form of a blinking notification in the bottom menu bar of my laptop OS. Java Sun Microsystems wanting to update something-or-other. I said yes just to get it to stop asking me if I wanted it to make changes to my computer. Yet, it still blinks, it still asks. Constantly. From there, the conflict grew out of control and swallowed half my life. Not just the rogue notification message, but everything. I’m working in conflict, I’m living in conflict, I’m driving in conflict. I need a break, I want a break, but it keeps following me, and I’m singing old country songs about it because I don’t know what else to do.
Q proposed a fantasy baseball trade with me a few nights ago. First, he wanted my beloved Josh Hamilton of the Texas Rangers, the only bright spot in my entire lineup, the only reason I checked my pathetic stats every morning at 7:18. He also asked for Cliff Lee, my new pretend boyfriend just acquired for the Rangers from the Seattle Mariners. Kiboshed. Seventy compromises later, I now have a team that’s carried me from last place to seventh. Okay, okay, so Q was probably acting in my best interests with his first 69 trade proposals. Either way, I got to keep Josh and Cliff, plus move up in the standings. My fantasy life is doing much better than my reality, but what else is new?
Jon Alex’s first football practice is today! Hopefully, this summer’s sports camp that he liked so much will light the fire beneath his competitive spirit, and he’ll not start singing kum ba ya on the 50-yd line while surveying his teammates about their gaming consoles. He weighs 45 lbs carrying a bag of sugar, so he’d better be a fast runner.
Outrunning your black clouds dangling overhead in comments…
That’s me talking to conflict, my mortal enemy.
Man that conflict guy sure does get around. I find myself fighting him all the damn time.
I hate that guy.
Speaking of blinking and crap…Apple won’t leave me alone and this gremlin called ‘fast browser search’ is driving me bananas. I’ve done some research and apparently my beloved M installed it when she wallpapered her facebook wall…or some nonsense like that. And I think that sucker is with me until the end. The mother of all gremlins….Spike was it? GAH.
Anywho, yay for JA! My little guys played football for a couple of years. Just pray he’s a good kicker. Second best for the under 50 crowd is Safety. That’s all I’ve got.
I’ve never participated in the fantasy sports, but I am a regular on the ESPN’s streak for the cash…I’m about 19 wins behind the leader. Which is not good.
Shit. I thought this was the ramble post.
I love rambling comments. Never ever ever thought I’d hear myself say that. Thanks for the stories. Free safety it is!
“He weighs 45 lbs carrying a bag of sugar, so he’d better be a fast runner.” *snort* That sounds like my 10yo, who incidentally does not play football. (He’s 60 lbs. dripping wet.) However, my 8 yo loves football and he’s 100 lbs. and has to play up a level. Here’s the thing about him though-he’s just a big kid. I hope Jon Alex doesn’t run into one of my boy on the field. Although, he’s a nice kid and wouldn’t hurt him intentionally.
The coach’s kids are big boys, too, but the coach is excited about the skinny boy challenge. My family, of course, has bought season tickets to every college football team for 2019 just to be ready.
Mr. Conflict and I seldom meet. Oh I know he’s out there doing his best to upset my veggie cart and all but I’ve perfected my avoidance subroutine. It’s a million lines of code that breaks down to basically mocking up the argument or conflict inside my head. I’ve had this one running discussion in my head for nearly a year and every time I’m in front of the source of conflict and the stage is set to put all my rehearsals to good use out comes nothing.
Nothing.
That’s some subroutine I’ve got going.
I do avoid him quite well, but sometimes he tries to catch me by chasing me around the room wearing a little short skirt and screaming like a little girl.
I can’t wait to see pic of Jon Alex in pads!
Even better, you’ll see him in person. But thanks for reminding me to take my camera once he’s all suited up!