I am back from the land of all work, all the time. Kind of. Hopefully.
I bought two new cute shirts and a cute pair of pants at Ann Taylor Loft, so I am feeling kind of fashionable and also bargain-hunty, as I got everything on sale. I think my next purchase is going to be a pair of patent leather shoes. The question is what color I should get. I would also like to get a new jacket I can wear to work. Why do you care? Sorry, I have forgotten how to blog!
Oh, in shoe-related stories, I told H on Friday that a girl at the bus stop had complimented my shoes. H's response: "And then she saw that you were distracted and stole your wallet?"
Both my teams are out of the NCAA tournament. I am sad. But H and I watched his home town win the state championship today, so that was fun. H went to the quarterfinal game with his mom, but we have just been too busy for either of us to go to the other games. H said the game was fun because the whole town (and a lot of alumni) showed up to support the team. Sometimes I think growing up in a really small town would have been fun.
Another H story: I was trying to find the Xavier/Ohio State game on the radio today. It wasn't on the station I thought it would be on (1130 AM), so I started flipping around the AM dial. H said, "It's on 1130!" I told him it wasn't, but he got annoyed and insisted he was right. Then he switched it to 1130, which was not playing any sort of basketball game.
"You are so condescending and so wrong!" I said.
H said, "You think I'm condescending? I'm surprised you picked up on that." I laughed, and H proceeded to laugh for about 5 minutes more because he cracks himself up.
Finally, in H related stories, he got his yellow belt in jiu jitsu today, and I am very proud of him. Getting your yellow belt means you get to start learning submission holds, and I am sure that he will want to practice them on me. Seeing that he can bench press 315 pounds, and I weigh considerably less than that, I am a little concerned about what these submission holds will entail. But I am still proud.
Ok, I need to practice my blogging because this entry sucks. Also, it sounds like H is mean to me all the time and possibly beats me up. But he is not and does not.
Finally, I would like to share with you some of the lamer e-mail address from some of the people that were in my high school graduating class:
babybeej@________.com - Maybe this person has a baby that they named BJ? Or maybe this person is just a weirdo?
name_xtc79@_______.com - Did someone else already have the e-mail address "name_xtc"? I seriously wonder if this is the e-mail address of the guy who used to deal drugs in high school. But I am not going to e-mail him and write, "Hey, are you the drug dealer from the class of 97? And if so, do you really want to be advertising that in your e-mail address?"
l8night2@_______.com - OMG! Do you stay out late? YOU ARE SO COOL.
youthpastorsrock@_______.com - Ok, so that's not bad, but I cannot figure out who in my class could now either be a youth pastor or just have very strong feelings about youth pastors.