A fantasy of ANY name...seems to stink the same.

I have a list of words that I don't like and I don't use.

I'd go on and list the words that I despise, but that would require looking at my list and reading them over and over again. And since I'm not a glutton for punishment, I will forgo the list.

Let's focus on one word on my list...fantasy. If I have to use a word such as fantasy, I will change it to dream or pretend. Any synonym of the word is pretty much better than fantasy!

When I think of the word fantasy, a couple things pop into my mind:

1) FantaSuites - A gross converted Days Inn (or something) in MN where all of the rooms are themed. I haven't ever stayed at this hotel, but have heard stories.

Let's take a look-see at some of the rooms...

Lover's Leap - Queen-sized bed, 1973 Oldsmobile Delta '88 Royale convertible in a secluded park, picnic table, park bench, sitting room, large tiled whirlpool.



Northern Lights - Igloo for two with 10-sided waterbed, tiled whirlpool surrounded by mirrors.



Le Cave - You've never seen a cave this romantic! 10-sided bed, oversized tiled whirlpool, dinosaur murals, prehistoric theme.



The only way you could get me to sleep in a bed at this hotel is if you stuck me in a giant hamster ball and rolled me onto the bed...I'd sleep IN the ball! And there's absolutely no way that you'd ever get me to stick even a toe in the hot tubs there. I can only imagine the disease that lurks in that germ laden water...yuck.

2) Fantasy House - The store in which they block you from seeing inside the store from the window because they sell stuff that is obviously inappropriate for the normal passer-by.

So, when my husband tells me that he's going to be on a fantasy football league...I'm already thinking that it sounds negative.

Now, Song Min has always been a football fan. He loves the MN Vikings...probably only slightly less than he loves me. I, on the completely other side, don't like professional football. Being a nice wife, I will watch a game or two, but typically through my closed eyelids.

Over the weekend, Song Min had his fantasy football draft. Okay, apparently, this is where a bunch of guys (and girls...I've read your blog Kimmer!), get together and make their picks for who will be on their "team". Seems slightly silly, but hey, it doesn't bump into my life, so I don't care.

However, now I have found out that fantasy football requires following the teams in which Song Min's "team" members play. Now, Song Min showed me his "winning fantasy team" and so I am well aware that his team is comprised of MANY different teams. So, now we've gone from watching football maybe once a week...to multiple games for five months. SERIOUSLY?! Add the major television time, to all of the post game phone calls and flurries of text messages...we've got a major problem.

I'm finding that the only fantasy that I like the sound of is the Island.