We Make It Harder Than It Has to Be

Here are more photos from Sunday. This is a sign by Kinnick stadium. Pretty funny, huh?

So, I keep forgetting to mention that I'm doing the NaBloPoMo (I'm still referring to it as NaBloMe too, because I'm that immature) thing again this year. It's where you commit to writing a blog post every day throughout November. It usually isn't too tough for me, except during the weekends. I almost never write on Friday nights and Saturday can be tricky for me too. I figure I can easily wienie my way around that by posting just photos or things from my old blog. Since not as many people read my blog on the weekends, I feel a little freer to experiment for some reason. So, maybe I'll do some even dorkier writing on Friday night. I guess you've all been warned.

Here is some seating at the stadium.

I'm not sure what I'll do about a post tomorrow night. I was originally thinking I'd stay home, because I think I'm getting my cold back and a friend of mine burned some movies for me to watch. Then I got a call from the guy I dated last Winter. He said he was going to be in town for the game and would be at The Dublin at 9, if I wanted to meet him there for a drink. I haven't seen him since that wedding in June. We've texted and talked on the phone a few times since then, but nothing of any real depth. my friend K. and her boyfriend A. will be there and I'm sure Erik called a lot of other people to meet him too, so it should be a fun evening. I don't know how long I'll stay out though. I'm just going to see how I feel.

A picture of a picture on the stadium.

Since there's a home game and it doesn't start until 2:30 in the afternoon, the girls will be working most of the day. Hopefully, it won't be too cold and/or snowy for them. As usual, part of my Saturday plan is to clean my house. Looking around, I think I might need a couple of Saturdays in a row to do all that needs to be done around here, but I'm going to do my damnedest to make a big dent.

This is the scoreboard.

Saturday night is a crap shoot. Right now, I have no plans. I still have a rain check for that stay at home date with myself and a bottle of wine. I'm not holding myself to it, just in case it doesn't happen. I'd hate to disappoint myself and get all quiet and huffy and then when I ask myself what's wrong, I reply, "Nothing," and then I have to go to all that work to figure out exactly why I'm pissed off, and then try to fix it by kissing my own ass until it all blows over.

How about you all? Will you be able to hold to your plans with yourself, or will you beating yourselves up?