Making up for lost time

Wow, I procrastinate on blogging for what I think is a couple of days, only to realize suddenly it’s been a couple of WEEKS.

I wish I had a good excuse, like rats were taking over my neighborhood. (Yikes!) But I don't. I do have some lame ones, though. #1, a lack of power to my laptop because of a faulty dock. (Although my boyfriend insists I'm just not docking it right. I say, if it's that hard to dock, it's broken.)

#2, the weekends, when I actually have time and energy to blog, have been packed. One spent visiting my sister at Purdue; then Super Bowl weekend, that American spectacle. Expats, be glad to be so far removed from the madness! Then Valentine's Weekend... mmm... I got some of the world's best chocolate!

Just a few really, really belated reflections on the Super Bowl and related hoopla: Aretha Franklin, Aaron Neville, and the Rolling Stones do NOT look good on a 65” high-definition television. No, no, nooooooooo. Mick was the only one of the Stones who didn't look like a walking corpse. He gyrated as usual, but he kind of has the body of a 12-year-old girl, except for the jiggly skin under his biceps that made us all wish he’d kept on his long-sleeved shirt. Or maybe I’m still just bitter that they didn’t play “Angie.”

Anyway, the show in Detroit was overshadowed by my boyfriend’s mishap with his company basketball team the Saturday before the Super Bowl. Boyfriend’s mom and I arrived at the game five minutes after tip-off (we’d been shopping) to find boyfriend on the court, writhing in pain (“But I scored six points!”). A trip to the ER and some X-rays showed his ankle wasn’t broken, only sprained, thank goodness! But that meant that was in charge of getting his house ready for the dozen-plus friends who were expected to show up Sunday to watch the game on the big-screen. It wasn’t too bad, except for our combined five loads of laundry! And dishes to wash… and vacuuming… etc. But it was a fun party!

Shane’s pain was followed by my own pain the following Thursday, when I got braces put on. Yes, braces. I have wanted to get braces to straighten my teeth for years and finally decided to do something about it. I got a fancy (read: expensive) new type that go on the back of my teeth, so people can’t call me metal-mouth. However, they still hurt like an S.O.B. the first few days, and made me thpeak with a lithp, which thucks royally.

Oh, and the “bite stops” that are supposed to correct my overbite meant I couldn’t really chew the first week. Gimpy boyfriend and I had a fancy date the Saturday before Valentine's Day to celebrate V. Day/one year of dating (yay us!) at the best steakhouse in the city, and I could hardly eat my steak. The mashed potatoes were great, though! If I were on a diet, this would be perfect. But… I’m not.

Speaking of the boyfriend… I realized tonight that I don’t know if he knows I still blog. I don’t really talk about it. I showed him my blog a long time ago, but I wasn’t updating then. Boyfriend, if you’re reading, leave a message after the tone! :)

That’s about all. Sorry for the “Dear Diary” entry, but what can I say, it’s been a boring couple of weeks, except those few highlights. Christina… no haircut/curtain photos tonight, because my digital camera is on the fritz. Or maybe it just needs new batteries and I keep forgetting to buy them. However, I did surf the web for a photo of my new coat, which is glorious and kept me relatively warm last week when the temp dropped down to about 5 degrees (that's F)...


Isn't she lovely? :) Pretend it's me -- it could be, I wear a lot of turtleneck sweaters!

Hasta luego, friends. Hopefully not hasta another three weeks!