It's Monday

Monday morning (and Tuesdays after a long weekend) always brings a major case of the Mondays. However today it also brings a Monday Night Football game I actually will watch. Unlike most NFL fans there are only certain teams I will watch, the Colts, the Giants and the Saints.

Tonight's game features the New Orleans Saints and the Tennessee Titans. Will this game be any good? Not in the Saints keep putting up exactly zero offense like they have the previous two weeks. So really the only reason for me to watch this game is:

Drew Brees

Playing favorites

Office politics are a funny thing. It can make or break your career. Sometimes office politics is completely subconscious. You don't even realize that you're playing the game most of the time. But I realized today that even in our interactions with other departments in our company we all have our favorites.

There are people who's questions you don't mind interupting whatever you're working on to answer and there are people who you wish would just ask someone else. Each of us has someone who is most likely to ask something of us more than any other person in the department. Oddly enough my person is not office crush. Even though I do get a little giddy when he asks for my help on something.

My secret life as a "banger"

We all know that I prefer fiddles to crazy guitar solos, what good country girl doesn't? But the other day my brother was on Facebook using the iLike application and playing the iLike challenge and we came across the weird musical anomaly that is me.

I should start off by saying that I currently have a streak of 683 points on the iLike challenge as a result of them separating it into musical genres. I rock at the country music challenge. But my brother of course being into punk can't stand the country so he was playing the rock genre challenge. I have to say that I was helping him a lot with that one too because it's mostly pop-punk Avril Lavigne type crap. Anyway we came across one where the answer was Godsmack and my brother gives me this look that's like "How did you know that?". Of course my initial response is that I'm Shaboobala's protege, because Shaboobala knows all. Anyway I really don't know why I knew that as I don't actually listen to Godsmack so I'm thinking that maybe I'm listening to hard rock and metal in my sleep.

Dreaming of high school

Okay I haven't been in high school for a while and I hated every second I spent there but last night I had a dream about people I went to school with. Strange. It's funny because it's the sort of thing that totally could have happened logically based on things that actually did happen in high school but I know it didn't just because of the cast of characters. People always told me that high school was going to be the best time of my life. I never believed them but obviously there's something I still miss about the place.

Even stranger than dreaming about people I knew in high school is when I start dreaming about people that I know from college and then mix them in with people I knew in high school. This is strange because even though I left home most of the people I went to school with didn't. In fact I saw them at a social a couple of weeks ago and things are exactly the same. It's the same people hanging out with the same people, doing the same things. It's kind of sad actually.

Sunday is a day of complete misery

While most people are able to spend thier Sundayas basking in the fact that they don't have to work, I tend to spend it reminding myself that I have to go to work tommorow. The only upside to going to work is that I drop in on Starbucks on my way to pick up some delicious crack... er ummmm... coffee.

This Sunday has been particularly devistating to me, in an entirely melodramtic sense of course. First of all even though it was the first Sunday of the NFL season I found very little to enjoy about it. The Colts played on Thursday night and for some odd reason (perhaps because he's now engaged), Eli Manning just doesn't have the same effect on me.

Secondly Novak Djokovic lost the U.S. Open Men's final to Roger Federer. Sure I saw it coming but that doesn't make it any easier to watch. At least Justine Henin won the night before. It's funny how into these things I get. I guess we know why I'm not a professional athlete, I'm not even playing and I'm nervous half the time.

Anyway here's some amusing Djokovic footage. From this you can see why he's a tennis player and not a singer. But it's still funny.

The dilemma of Thursday

So today I'm torn as to what to watch on TV tonight. I know it's sad when I biggest issue is what to watch but today is a fantastic TV night.

First of all we've got Big Brother on CBS. I've been following big brother all season so I'd kind of like to see what happens especially since it's supposed to be a double eviction week.

Secondly there is some actual regular season Colts/Saints game on TSN and we all know how I love Peyton Manning.

Additionally there is some Novak Djokovic action going down on RDS tonight. As much as it's entirely wrong for me to have a thing for a 20 year old it's obviously not stopping me. He's cute enough that I would be willing to:
a)not watch the colts game
b) watch Tennis in French

Why are all the hot guys so young.

In case you somehow missed it I kind of have a crush on Novak Djokovic. However this age this is getting to me. I could live with a year or two. This is how I've justified other athlete crushes such as Sidney Crosby or Rafael Nadal. But anything more than that is kind of pushing it. I would like to point out though that he doesn't look like he's 20, so maybe I can justify it that way. As much as I like to bug H-dot about her thing for creepy old men I have to admit that I'm not really one to talk as far as having a thing for older guys. By older I mean somewhere between late 30s and early 40s not like Octogenarian, 'cause there's a line and that's definatly over it.

So I guess what I'm really trying to say here is that I really need to be looking for more age appropriate men, and preferably ones that I don't work with because this office crush stuff is killing me.