So normally I’m not a fan of sporting events, but the Olympics are another matter altogether… I love the Olympics. I will watch them non-stop, every sport, every game and enjoy every minute of it.

We just finished watching the US/Canada gold medal hockey game and now I am bummed. Good job Canada, but damn if I wasn’t completely sad looking at the faces of the US team. Dejection is the only word to describe it. Miller the goalkeeper was so good and yet the puck slipped in—and oh, his posture, so crushed.

Incidentally the announcers are all talking about how this will hopefully make hockey more popular nationwide, and I hate to burst their bubble, but I doubt it. It was awesome, certainly, but it was for a gold medal… in the Olympics. This shit only comes along every four years!

Was definitely an awesome couple of weeks. :)

“This is a stop-motion animated video that imagines baking cookies using Photoshop. It was made by Vimeo user Stafania, a recent graduate of the European Institute of Design in Milan.” – from Neatorama

The Chop received the DVD set of Band of Brothers for his birthday, and we spent most of the weekend watching them and there are two things that really stand out for me:

1) Damian Lewis needs a TV show, desperately. We LOVED him on Life—watched it religiously and were bummed when it was canceled—and he can seriously anchor any TV show. Look at Nathan Fillion—Castle would not still be on the air without him. Lewis is brilliant in BoB.

2) War is hell and neither of us are cut out to be in the military. Particularly any war in a cold climate, where the unit gets stuck in Belgium, in the winter. Most definitely, no.

If you haven’t seen BoB, rent it or buy it or borrow it, it’s amazing.

If I have a singular skill, it’s that I am incapable of backing out of my driveway when I am: tired/stressed/ill/excited.

Time #1: Was mad at my mom, backed into her van—or rather, according to her, “floored it and landed on” her van. I think I was 17.

Time #2: Backed into the Chop’s car last year during the move. I had my car full of stuff and honestly did not see his car and didn’t even think about it possibly being there. I broke a light and crunched in his hood the tiniest bit.

Time #3: This morning I backed the right side of the car into the garage as I was pulling out. I ripped the glass out of my side view mirror (the casing is pretty busted too, but still hanging on!) and ripped some weather stripping and wood off the garage. I’m really busy and stressed and frankly exhausted lately, so yeah.

I think I need the kind of car that beeps or yells when it senses something behind me. But it’s gotta be really loud, and really, really sensitive… because even as I was hearing my mirror crunch, I didn’t stop backing up. Nice, right? I finished pulling out, putting a nice scrape on my bumper (the Liberty’s have a plastic-type bumper, so really I just buff it and it goes away, but still).

Then I cursed a blue streak. Not a great start to the day, lol.

Once again it is snowing… and miraculously this time, people are not freaking out. Although I kinda wish they were because I would’ve enjoyed staying home today. Figures, right? Damn 2-6 inches (seriously, that’s the closest they can get?).

The Chop and I have been having a very leisurely-ish life of late. Bumming around the house, sleeping in on the weekends, watching a lot of movies—not leaving the couch being the central theme here—and honestly, if this is what marriage is, marriage is easy. Marriage is exactly like living together, except now your mom doesn’t make sad sighing noises at you over the phone and you don’t have to wonder who’s going to entertain you when you’re 70.

It’s the little things.

Yesterday was the Chop’s 35th birthday—and now he claims to feel old. As in, downward slope to 40, no longer in his early 30s, OLD. I, of course, find that hilarious—partially because I haven’t hit 30 yet and partially because he looks like he hasn’t hit 30 yet. Damn good genes, I say.

I made poached eggs and grits, got him coffee from Starbucks and we watched movies all day until we went out to dinner—then we came home, watched another movie and ate cake. We’re crazy party people, I know. It’s sad, lol.

Five Guys is truly the best burger place that ever was or will be. I am not even close to kidding. If there is one near you, go, eat there and then thank me.

I don’t eat red meat. Not “mostly,” never. I never eat red meat. I just don’t have a taste for it and honestly it doesn’t occur to me most of the time to eat it.

However, when a Five Guys opened near our old house, when went to give it a try—the Chop is a burger lover—and I became a FG burger convert. I won’t eat them anywhere else, but FG makes them amazing somehow. The fries are super tasty, too. :D

Chop went there for lunch with a co-worker, and then I asked him to bring me some home after work… he’s pretty sure they think he’s crazy, lol.

We’re supposed to get something like 10 inches of snow and I swear to god, they are acting like it’s the “big one” that will keep us in our homes for days. They have closed schools, canceled mail (WTF THE MAIL?! what happened to “neither rain nor snow nor sleet nor dark of night”??) and people are already driving like grannies—even though maybe 1/2 inch is on the ground.

I have rage about this because half of my clients are rushing to push out emails, some canceling events, some that they are just afraid we won’t get to tomorrow because of the weather… hello, I work from home? I guarantee you the Internet will survive 10 inches of snow. Sigh.

This weekend a very cute cat came to visit. :) And she shouldn’t move back to the UK because a) she makes super yummy cupcakes and b) she’s just too much fun to lose to those stodgy Brits! lol

And oh man, Lost started last night and holy crap I’m still reeling from that one. Two hours and I’m far more confused than I was at the end of last year. And I was pretty confused last year, too.