NFL Fan

This past weekend was "Wildcard Weekend". For those of you who aren't die-hard NFL watchers it is the first of the playoffs toward the Superbowl. I am a HUUUUUUGE New Orleans Saints fan, not because they won last year's Superbowl but because, until half of their starters got injured, they were a team-team; meaning they all worked together and there wasn't ONE player who "made" the wins. I am also an admirer of Peyton Manning and Michael Vick. Manning is a "true champion" as hubby coined, I cannot phrase it better. He is an awesome ball player, humble, and funny as hell (remember the commercials during 2009 holiday season----the Christmas gifts......LMAO). Also, Vick has made some HUGE mistakes in his life but he has shown that he knows it and is working his ass off to prove that the league should never regret letting him play again. This man can throw amazing passes and, when under the gun, will run the ball as well as any RB. Unfortunately I now think I am a jinx, and if I were a NFL player this is the letter I would draft to me, the NFL fan:

Dear Ms Hirschi,

Although we love to hear about our fans and the dedication that they have for watching and cheering on the teams, we would rather you not be a fan of ours anymore. We believe that you may be bad luck, a jinx perhaps.

During the first playoff weekend we were slated to play teams who could not, and should never have, held a candle to our playing abilities. We played tough football during this game, the score was close from beginning to end---which makes for a good game to watch; normally. When the opposing team took the lead and kept the lead we knew it was from nothing more than you, Ms Hirschi, the jinxed fan who yells obscenities at the television screen, wears fan t-shirts, drinks from team cups, and prays for a miracle win.

We should never have lost this game, it wasn't statistically feasible. YOU BLEW IT FOR US! It is without apology that we ask you to NEVER cheer for us again. Please choose another team to cheer for; the Seahawks, Packers, or the Jets perhaps.

Farewell,
The New Orleans Saints........or.........
Peyton Manning.........or.........
Michael Vick..........

A Stroke at 31......

All the while growing up I was told to watch my sister and if she got hurt or into any trouble I had to answer as much as she did because I am the elder of the two and I was supposed to watch out for her. As an adult I have been yelled at by my mother and sister for not leaving my two cents out in regard to my sister's life----how do you turn off years and years of "being in charge" overnight? Now here I am again......where do I fall now?

I cannot wrap my head around it: my beautiful, funny (more like hilarious for those of you who knew her before the surgeries), fun sister had to have surgeries 16 and 17 (I think....more than 15 less than 20 at this point---all within 6 1/2 years) on her brain. Her body fails to circulate spinal fluid correctly so it pools in the lower region of her skull causing her brain to run out of room and be SQUISHED! The doc put a shunt in which was supposed to do the circulation but shunt after shunt something fails to work properly. The first surgery was to replace the non-working shunt then something went awry. I don't know why (info hasn't been real clear), but the doc felt she needed a CAT scan and it showed that the new shunt wasn't working and that there was bleeding in her brain. Into surgery she went again---ON THE SAME F-ING DAY!!!!! They stopped the bleeding and got the shunt working buuuuuuuutttttt we are now told that it was a stroke she had. Her speech is very slurred, her memory worse than before, she cannot walk and has to re-learn how to use her right leg and arm. The worst part of the whole thing is that her mind is there enough to know that she has lost her mind.

I just want to crawl into bed and never come out. This is my only sibling; my best friend and worst enemy. We have fought with deadly weapons and we have laughed til we've peed our pants.

She is not GONE, the doc said she should be able to recover, somewhat but it is based on every individual case so statistics mean shit.

If you pray, please do so for her. If you believe in "good thoughts" please do so for her. I'm trying to stay positive.......