Looking forward to the day we heal our wounds and live in Peace,Love and Unity as we were meant to.
Has always made me sick to see how men get all up about a football game. Grew up around it with my 4 uncles and my dad. They loved it so much they'd scream or spank us kids for playing in the same room. I knew at a very young age priority. Like I was born with it. I think I brought it with me. Made me very independent and a very good person.
Crazy, growing up my family watched the Cowboys routinely. It was more an excuse to be together, cook and eat, just enjoying that time as a family. Then, first husband ruined it all for me by betting to the point of financial ruin. Of course, when our rent was riding on the outcome, he would throw things, yell and scream like an idiot. It was a great time.
