Day 47: Well, I feel sheepish

You know I had to include this picture, right?

sheepish genie
best childhood movie ever.

When I was little, Aladdin was my favorite movie, followed by The Lion King at a close second. My sister and I used to watch them over and over, to the point where we’d had every line memorized. I know what you’re thinking, but yes, every single line. We’d even divvy up the characters at the beginning (“I’m Aladdin, you’re Jasmine!”) and quote their lines throughout.

And not just the main characters, either. Everyone. We were easily entertained.

Anyway, the past week of non-posts has left me feeling, well, quite sheepish! I know I’ve been MIA, and had even sat down at the computer this morning to tell you’d modified the challenge, but thought better of it. I had considered no longer keeping track of the days, but just the posts … but the truth is I need to know how many of these 100 days I’ve actually been successful. So, back to the grind and back to showing just how inconsistent of a blogger I can be! πŸ™‚

To catch you up, last weekend two of our very dear friends got married amidst what was quite possibly the worst storm of the summer. We’re talking lightning, torrential downpour and my personal favorite, white-knuckle driving to the church. While I was cursing them the entire drive uptown – Darrell was in the wedding, so I was sailing (literally) up the highway solo – the wedding was beautiful and I was so happy to get to celebrate the day with them. Congrats, B & K!

On Sunday, we officially kicked off the start of an upcoming football season with our fantasy draft.

Yes, I’m in a fantasy football league. Actually, I’m in two this year. And no, I still don’t really know what I’m doing.

Darrell’s parents and good friend Matt joined us in person for the live draft, while the rest of the 10-man league drafted from their homes. Even though I was stuck with the second-to-last spot in the draft order, I managed to pick up a great team; now I just have to wait until Sunday to begin total domination. Did I mention my week one opponent is Darrell?

Monday (Labor day – hooray for long weekends!), we held our second fantasy draft, which also went pretty well. Somehow I managed to be dead last in that draft order, but I’m confident this is one of those tortoise & hare situations.

In either case, I’m so excited it’s football season. Just like how baseball season in April rings in the first days of summer, football always sends my mind into thoughts of fall. I love nearly every season in the Cincinnati area (come on, who likes winter?), but I think what I love most is the change from one to another. The first warm day of spring wakes you up, leaves you feeling hopeful for a bright year ahead, summer gives you late nights to soak up more of the day, and fall … well fall has to be my favorite. Sure you could say it’s just a precursor to winter, but I love the way things seem to slow down in the fall. Our summers are always filled with so many places to go and things to do that there are times where all I want is to take a break. In the fall, something magical happens, and I don’t just mean that the mosquitoes go away. The weather gets actually enjoyable again (summers here can be ridiculous) and the obligation list gets shorter, allowing us to linger a little longer with family and friends instead of hopping off to the next stop.

Plus, the fact that Thanksgiving, my favorite holiday, is in the fall doesn’t hurt either. But let’s not get ahead of ourselves. For now, I’m just going to enjoy the fact that it’s a gorgeous Friday, we have nowhere we have to be this weekend, and I’m looking good to beat Darrell handily in BOTH of our leagues.

Hey, I can’t be all sunshine and roses. Someone’s gotta win, right? Might as well be me.

Wish me luck!

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