Two quick updates

UofM Basketball is now ranked #5, go Tigers.

And everyone who cares should go to this site: http://www.keepmanny.com/

Covering Your Tracks

My my my. if a person were to write a silly post about being held hostage in one's fiance's house, that person might have the common sense to cover his tracks, thus CLOSING THE BROWSER WINDOW in which they were working on their blog.

But alas, not everyone thinks as clearly in times of peril.

So hello world of Chad. This is Jesse the fiance. [insert sweet but sinister laugh]

The following are some things that Chad may have neglected to tell you on this all important blog but that i will fill you in on....now:

1. Chad and I are engaged and we are getting married on march 11, 2006. He is so excited about it, but he neglects to mention it in his posts because this excitement drives him to insanity. He is currently receiving treatment.

2. He ran a half-marathon this past Saturday.

3. He would really like to post a picture of us on his blog, but I'm sure he just hasn't gotten the chance, so here is one of my favorites:

This picture was recently taken of us over Thanksgiving break by Chad's sister-in-law, Angela Pknicholson.


4. Although the Boston Red Sox are nearest and dearest, he LOVES the auburn tigers and thinks they were overlooked in the bcs bowls. Wisconsin? at least let them play Virginia Tech again. Oh, and he strongly believes USC is overrated (but not Reggie Bush), and UGA. War Eagle.

Help, I'm Being Held Hostage!!

Jesse told me I couldn't leave her house until I posted on my blog. So here I am posting. This is probably one of the more scary moments of my life. Being held hostage is nothing like what I thought it would be. There's less yelling, and no gun waving. Also, there are no maniacal, prmature plan-revealing pychos running around talking on untraceable cell phones. And THAT, it what makes it so scary. This is a new brand of hostage situation. One Kevin Spacey can only dream about. Nightmare about, that is.... But mostly, it's the kind of tense situation that most couples deal with on a daily basis.

You see, I'm starting to realize that having a meaningful relationship is a perilous risk, but one that is always worth it. Oh, forget it. I was just making that up so that Jesse wouldn't get mad about the whole "I'm being held hostage" thing. So, instead of trying to draw some sappy meaningful point of my rambling above, I'm just going to let it stew for awhile.

At this point, you may find youself asking what this has to do with you. I'll tell you. Absolutely nothing. Actually, I'm not even sure what it has to do with me. BUT, just for kicks, let's do this. Everyone post a comment and vote, on a scale of 1 to 10, how mad Jesse will be that this post is nothing like what she probably had in mind. 1 is Jesse doesn't care at this point because it's late, 10 is Jesse just chopped my head off and is now using my vertebrae for tinsel. Then, vote again (same scale) and guess how mad Jesse is about the scale about how mad she is. Wish me luck, I'm publishing this post!