Hey there!

OMG, if you’re not a bears fan, I’m sorry but!

I don’t think they’re going to fire Lovie!

My friend Jeff at work, who always knows everything about sports like a psychic or something, explained it all to me, and he doesn’t think they’re going to fire him because of the stupid $11 million they’d have to pay him and really the team needs to spend that on a new offensive line, and Jeff was totally right about Rio getting the Olympics, so ya.

Boo.

I’m so mad at him.

Lovie. Not Jeff.

It’s going to be so hard to trust him next year after the mess he led our team into this year.

“The 2009 Bears! Hey, at least we beat the Vikings that one time.”

Moving on, I have no pants.

Well, I have like one pair of black pants, but really, even though I bought them like a month ago – they’re too big. And I can’t even wear heels with them to make them look less “too big” because of my stupid ankle.

I used to just wear dark jeans to work hoping nobody would notice, but now umm, I can’t, and it is too darn cold to wear a skirt, so I have to get more pants. Back in the day (July) I thought shopping was lame because nothing ever fit me right, but now, I fit in appropriate sizes and let me tell you – shopping is still really freaking hard.

Seriously.

I should be out getting pants right now. I’m not.

And really, I need to just suck it up and buy the pants that are are size too small, but kind of fit and trust that I’ll eventually lose another 8 pounds (as had been my track record for the last five months) and then I will have pants that fit for a long time, but I’m scared I’ll jinx myself and never lose the next 8 pounds.

Oh, and also, why does nobody sell jewelry boxes?

I really need one because I have a bunch of earrings now and woah, do those things randomly get lost a lot. But I cannot find one anywhere and now I’m  going to have to go to Claire’s and it might have to be neon pink.

Oh and guess what?! My friend Krista has been moving her WordPress.com blog over to her own domain and she got this photo widget thing and then she told ME about it. And now I can send pictures to my blog with a TEXT MESSAGE!! YAY! (Look to your right under ‘Can you see me now.’).

I predict that this will mean many fun times for us. Also, if you read me on RSS, you should click on my actual site and look at my pictures. 🙂

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TV junk food

Wow. It’s been a hot minute since my last entry, huh?

Vacation days will do that to a girl.

So will reliance on a sporadic internet connection.

I let my sister and niece lure me into their “Christmas break mode” and we spent all day yesterday watching “True Life” and “World’s Strictest Parents” on MTV, while also flipping over to “Top 40 videos of 2009” on VH1.

Aside from learning that Michael Franti is WAY to old for me, I also realized that MTV documentaries are like crack. Have you ever watched these things? They’re so gritty. My favorite part is how they show people’s lives as is – mismatched furniture, dirty laundry, an old 92′ van filled with random kid crap and fast-food wrappers.

Love it.

And the World’s Strictest Parents totally transformed this one kid’s life in a week.

A WEEK!

That’s amazing. All they had to do was make him sleep on the floor and do ranch-related chores like feed the pigs. Oh! And on True Life, two 20-something girls were supporting their entire families. Yes, they had obvious co-dependency issues and they pushed guys away with pitchfork-like conversations about their problems, but I still felt bad for them.

I still want to find out how they’re doing now.

Now, I’m watching “The Hangover.” It’s pretty much the opposite of a gritty documentary, but it still fits nicely with the whole “Christmas break mode.” So excuse while I find out what happened to that one man’s tooth and why there’s a baby in the closet.

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This post is (mostly) not about my ankle

Oh happy happy joy joy!

I’m on vacation from work tomorrow.

And the next day. And the day after that. And two more days after THAT!

(You can be jealous now).

I’m not even going to write a depressing paragraph here about how I requested this time off all the way back in July so that I could go Christmas shopping, and now I can’t walk because my ankle is still jacked the jack up, so Christmas shopping would be supa lame.

Nope. Not me. Not going to write anything about that.

Oh. and ALSO, in other breaking news, I am getting a Christmas bonus from work!

Not like last year’s bonus of free hot chocolate from the vending machine. A REAL bonus. Made of money!

I’m thinking that between the time off work and the extra cash I should be able to squeek in a smile here and there. Heck, I might even throw caution to the wind for a few seconds and try to forget about that stupid problem I have, (it rhymes with “frained vankle”).

I just need to remember not to forget about it when I’m standing up.

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