My weekend was full of lots of normal American things like football, sub sandwiches, cool fall weather, and more football.
All day Saturday was college football.
And after that there was more football-
Followed by even more football.
And still more football to come tonight.
You get my point.
The last 3 years have been spent in Kuwait, where football games were limited and broadcast at all hours of the night. Don’t get me wrong, Will still got up to watch all that were broadcast, but we were so disconnected that it just didn’t seem to be the same.
You see my friends, this is the first football season since 2004 that Will and I have been in America to endure enjoy a football season in real time. During our stay in Kuwait we saw games here and there, but nothing continual. Nothing all.day.long.
This year, however, we have NFL Sunday Ticket-
every.single.football.game.
live.all.day.long.
sigh.
NFL Sunday Ticket.
The phrase alone causes women all over the world to shudder.
The phrase that screams, “I’m going to invite all my smelly buddies over to our new.house. and we’re going to be barbaric, sweaty men- roaring incredibly loud each time our team does something good or bad- spilling bright orange velveeta queso and Dr. Pepper all over your new carpet each time we jump up in jubulation or frustration. We’re men- hear us roar.”
NFL Sunday Ticket.
The fall of all women and clean carpets.
At this point in our little American stay Will has yet to meet lots of “buddies,” so therefore my house is still clean. We have one set of friends we hang with- a set that is very respectful of things and would never spill bright orange velveeta queso and Dr. Pepper all over our new carpet.
However, I know as the season progresses and we find a church home and will gets a job- the buddies? Yeah, they’re coming. I feel it.
It’s almost as though the yet-to-be-met buddies are breathing down my neck as I type-
I can smell the sausage pizza on their breath and can hear the belches even now.
Oh please save me.
I assure you- more to come on this subject…

Does Will have a fantasy team? Because there is this thing The Men can do where they program their team into the TV, and the cable automatically gives updates on how their players are doing throughout the game. Technology is scary. And intrusive. I can’t check the cooking shows without getting scolded about missing an important play.
Glad your comments are turned back on. I haven’t had a chance to say “hi” in forever!