Ode to Brett Farve

It's football season once again and I admit I enjoy a good game of football. I have my favorite teams and those teams I don't like. However this years games have been ruined for me by one football player in particular-Brett Farve. I cannot watch any football game without the announcers talking about Brett Farve. I can be watching the Steelers vs. the Browns and in the middle of the play the announcer suddenly will pop up with a factoid about Brett Farve who now plays for the NY Jets. I don't care about Brett Farve, I want to know about what Ben Rothelsberger is doing. If I am watching the Jets, THEN talk to me about Brett Farve, but until then, I really don't want to hear about him. The other night I lost track after the 7 times that the announcer mentioned Brett Farve during a game that didn't involve him. Now don't get me wrong, I am certain that Brett is a fantastic football player, someone worthy of all this praise, but I don't want to hear about him during other games!

Purple

I like purple. No, I love purple. It has been my favorite color for as long as I can remember. Lavender, violet, grape, the deep, moody hues can match the depth of my moods perfectly. Purple is the color of royalty, the deep colors of life. When you combine the coolness of blue with the heat of red you get purple. Yet for the longest time, purple has been ignored by so many. The fashion houses have ignored purple in favor of strange colors and combinations that have made me cringe. To be all honest, I have been happy that way, I would rather keep purple to myself. Let me keep the embrace of purple's mystique to myself. I have been unique in my love of purple. Most love the cool hues of blue or the warmth of red or even the sunny brightness of yellow, but not me, give me purple, the color of dreams.
Then suddenly there was the poem, 'When I grow old I shall wear purple' tm. and older women started wearing my color. Then others started taking notice of purple, and it became a new color for fashion. I had hoped it would pass quickly. "oh please let it pass quickly" I said to myself. It was too late, purple had found its home among the people. Now if you look, you can find purple everyware, in fact there has been a study that purple makes you happy and that people should wear more purple! AHHHHHHH! No! Not my color! Let it be someone elses color, not my purple! *sigh* I guess I have to come to terms with the fact that purple is no longer a quiet color that sits in the shadows, but is out in the world for the world to see. Purple is not just for me, but for everyone. I love purple and so should you.

The Quiet of The Night

The crickets are chirping and there is a gentle breeze blowing in through the open window. The tv is off and the guys are either sleeping or off doing whatever it is that guys do in their respective rooms. I am enjoying the relative quiet of this autumn night. I love this time of year. Finally the seemingly endless drone of the air conditioner gives way to the chirping of the crickets and gentle night sounds that I have so missed during the hot weather of summer.
I love the night. So quiet and peaceful. Everyone is asleep except for a few like myself who either wake up or can't sleep. I take the time to meditate and enjoy the quiet and the relative solitude that is given to me. Solitude that I do not get during my busy day.
Ah, the bedroom door has opened and my husband tells me it is time for bed. So much for solitude!