PennyDaisy

I feel very out of it these days. 
Not really terribly busy, but I’m having a hard time pulling all my thoughts into cohesive sentences.
Which might explain why I haven’t had a real post up here in a while.

I was thinking today, as
mcforeign and I were coming home from the library,
that this week all my
headaches and tired eyes are
from lack of sleep, not from
soul-weariness.
I’m not depressed, just tired. 
And that’s a good feeling. 
Amazing how that can change in a few weeks.  Thank you, Lord!

In other news…

They won, they won!

Yes, Knock, it was the colors that did it.  I’m sure of
it. 
And I was so happy for Manning.  I made everyone at our Super Bowl
party be quiet when he finally got to hold the trophy and answer Jim
Nantz’s questions.  The best part about them winning is that we
got more confirmation that the Colts have some seriously amazing
leadership.  Imagine a team with believers at both head coach and
owner!  And imagine the coach saying that more important than he
and Lovie being the first black coaches in the Super Bowl is the
fact that they both know the Lord.  And imagine Dan Marino
mentioning it all again on the
recap.  (Or whoever’s voice that was.)  Makes ya just glad,
doesn’t it? 

It’s almost enough to make me desert my dearly beloved Cowboys…but
not quite.  I never thought of myself as one of those
loyal-to-a-fault kind of people, but maybe I am.  But we don’t
play the Colts very often, so I can root for both.  Heaven help us
all if they ever get into a Super Bowl together.  At least St. Peyton
already has his ring, so it’s not like we can ever take that away from
him.  That’s a good feeling, too.

Our AfterLife (Bible study group) Super Bowl party turned out to be pretty fun, even though the
football watchers were definitely in the minority.  The crowd
spent a good bit of time down by the water and left us to watch the
second half in what I like to think of as animated peace. 
(That’s where the only noise in the room has to do with the game. 
Shouting at the offensive coordinator or the backs who miss tackles may not seem peaceful, but it’s
better than nine different conversations in the room at the same time.)

And so, everyone there found out that it wasn’t just talk when I said I liked
football.  And nearly everyone said something about it either that night or the next.  “So, Sara, I didn’t
realize…”   Yeah, yeah.  I’m so refined
most of the time, it must be a shock.  Maybe next
time they’ll believe me.  I tried to behave, honest.  I was
fairly quiet when I first got there, but after a while football just
does something to me and I can’t keep my mouth shut to save my
life!  (“So, Sara, I’m not sure they even need Tony Dungy, you could just tell them everything…”)  But that’s me, and they might as well know it; and I
don’t mind being teased if it’s
not something
I’m ashamed of, and they were all “kindly” amused by it.  I
even got asked out on account of it.   And that’s a whole ‘nother story.

Yes, folks, I was asked out for the first time in my life.  Twice
in one night.  And they’re both seven years younger than me.    
Oh, it was flattering, but, well…  maybe I need some older
friends.  When questioned about his desire to be in my company, my first “suitor” said, “Well, you’re really into
football and…”  

I knew that would come in handy someday.

I think Texas must believe spring is here.  It’s been lovely.