So, today is my birthday. I am now 24. AND, there are exactly 24 days until the wedding. How uncanny is that? Go me for being born on this day and for proposing on that other day!
I've been watching Mad About You with Jesse lately. It's kind of like Seinfeld with more estrogen. A lot more. And more early-90s ish. But, hey, it's classic Paul Reiser.
The Office continues to roll. Dwight Schroot bobbleheads are no doubt selling like hot cakes after last week. Similarly, Grey's Anatomy literally exploded in the last two weeks. Amazing. I recommend this show to anyone who has a face.
Oh, and the Olympics are going on right now, except on a 10 hour delay. I used to LOVE watching the Olympics as a kid. Technically, "used" should be in all caps in that last sentence. What happened to the greatness of the Olympics? Is it me, or is no one interested anymore? On SportsCenter this morning, there was a five minute segment with no clips except of Picabo Street bashing the brash Bode Miller. Totally mised in this was the fact that some guy named Ligaty won a gold medal for skiing down a mountain. NO "Ligaty-split" jokes were made. Not one. Nor did anyone comment that Ms. Street should be hooking up with that guy because who doesn't want to say "Picabo Ligaty" at least once in their lifetime?
Bob Costas is the Dick Clark of the Olympics. He doesn't age, and he'll be doing it for another 100 years. Watch, cause I won't be...
Wednesday, February 15, 2006
Tuesday, January 31, 2006
The Home Stretch
The title of this post could be a good blog name for those eschatology freaks. No really.
Today, I was driving in the Target parking lot, and this old lady forgot to stop at the stop sign, so she had to hit the brakes when I pulled in front of her to turn, and she looked at me, and with the meanest granny face you can imagine mouthed the words, "STUPID JERK!" At first, I was mad, but then, the thought of an 80 yera old getting angry and yelling at me was pretty funny. So, naturally, I turned around, caught up, and cut in front of her again. You'll be pleased to know I got the EXACT same reaction. That was kind of mean, I know, but totally worth it. Stupid Jerk! Ha!
There aren't many months, weeks, or even days before I go to Hawaii. That's exciting. Oh, and I guess I'll be married by then, too.... Of course, I'm really more excited about getting married, I just wanted to say it cleverly. I suppose I could write more about getting married, but I don't think it would be very original. Everytime I tell any of my married friends about ANYTHING that has happened during the engagement period, they just smile and nod. It's annoying.
Don't say I never post.
Today, I was driving in the Target parking lot, and this old lady forgot to stop at the stop sign, so she had to hit the brakes when I pulled in front of her to turn, and she looked at me, and with the meanest granny face you can imagine mouthed the words, "STUPID JERK!" At first, I was mad, but then, the thought of an 80 yera old getting angry and yelling at me was pretty funny. So, naturally, I turned around, caught up, and cut in front of her again. You'll be pleased to know I got the EXACT same reaction. That was kind of mean, I know, but totally worth it. Stupid Jerk! Ha!
There aren't many months, weeks, or even days before I go to Hawaii. That's exciting. Oh, and I guess I'll be married by then, too.... Of course, I'm really more excited about getting married, I just wanted to say it cleverly. I suppose I could write more about getting married, but I don't think it would be very original. Everytime I tell any of my married friends about ANYTHING that has happened during the engagement period, they just smile and nod. It's annoying.
Don't say I never post.
Monday, December 12, 2005
Two quick updates
UofM Basketball is now ranked #5, go Tigers.
And everyone who cares should go to this site: http://www.keepmanny.com/
And everyone who cares should go to this site: http://www.keepmanny.com/
Tuesday, December 06, 2005
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.
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!
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!
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