hard is the fall

i have an admission to make ... i've been watching the winter olympics. i'm halfway to 28, i'm overweight, i work all the time, and tv pretty much rules my life. what else am i gonna watch? anyway, i settled down on the couch after a long weekend, with a bowl of popcorn, of course, and watched ice dancing. and i'll tell you what, i liked it. and you wanna know the reason i liked it? well, it's because i could relate. and not because i dance on ice all the time. although i do dance a lot.

there's just something about watching other people fall. call me sadistic, but it made me feel a lot better. i forgot about the house that we lost. i forgot about stresses at work. i laughed. i cringed. other people fall down too.

and apparently they fall down a lot. and sometimes they bring down others with em and it hurts bad.

and sometimes the "others" aren't very happy about it. i've gotten this "look" several times, and it wasn't because i made my wife fall on the ice while we were ice dancing. but i kinda liked watching someone else get that look. it was fun. it made me feel better. ice dancing is like a metaphor for life. maybe that's too deep, but i couldn't get enough of this ice dancing stuff. i popped more popcorn, and rooted for other people to fall and get dirty looks.

and then SHE came onto the ice. i would've liked ice dancing even without the falls and the staredowns if i'd have known that she was a contestant. god bless america! god bless ice dancing! god bless the winter olympics!

driveway to driveway

for those of you who don't know, my wife and i found a new house, and, after several days of financial planning and fingernail biting, made a bid on it. that bid, however, was shot down tonite, crushed like a small dove, and now i'm left trying to figure out how i got so attached to something i'd only ever seen 3 times. my wife told me not to get down, and i don't think she meant not to dance, so i'm going to try to cheer myself up right in front of your eyes, through the power of writing, on iwannabeyourblog.


i got a West Bend 82306X Stir Crazy 6-Quart Popcorn Popper for valentine's day. it makes me happy, but not happy enough to forget the house. it also only adds to my jiggles.

julian's pass in the lane against oklahoma state was pretty great, but it wasn't a "no look" pass and ku played like dog crap for 35 minutes.

i got a credit card bill this week showing that i spent $295.47 on some strange 1-800 number. i called the company right up, found out that it was from king size direct, told the guy on the phone that i was neither big nor tall and would never buy anything over the phone, and, through some miracle of modern day customer service, was promptly informed that the charge would be removed. it only took 3 minutes, but that's 3 minutes i'll never have back.

rumor has it that chinese democracy will be out in march. slash has heard it and says it rocks. ok, i'll admit that i'm smiling a bit now.

quin snyder, the head coach of my school's arch rival, was forced out. did he resign? or was he fired? and did the play-by-play guy fire him? i'm starting to get cheered up.

maria sharapova made her sports illustrated swimsuit edition debut this week. things are looking a lot better.

lol, this picture put me over the top. i'm happy now. and it only took 15 minutes. thanks for listening.

actual air

i'm joining a basketball team! maybe i'll lose a
little of my jiggle. maybe i'll pick up that three-point shot i used to have. i know, however, that i'll never be able to dunk like brandon rush. and that hurts. my wife and i have always said that we'd rather have our kid (IF we have one) be a major league baseball pitcher than be a supreme court justice. i, however, am correcting that statement. i'd rather have our kid be able to dunk like brandon rush than be smart.

i don't know a lot lately. i had a niece, miette nicole. and i finally filled up my ipod. i'm sorta depressed, but hopefully basketball will change that.