I have been so busy that I have not really taken the time to post anything. Doh. Plus, I have a Twitter account now, and it's easier to update in 140 characters than to type out an entire entry. Not much going on. Allison and Rebecca came up for NYE, and we went downtown for drinks and food. It was awesome. Hadn't gone downtown in awhile. We had breakfast at
Mama's Boy which is my favorite breakfast/brunch place at the moment. I always get the same thing -- breakfast taco plate with mushrooms and jack cheese added, biscuit instead of grits, and a fruit cup. The butter is mixed with honey and poppy seeds, and their jelly is awesome too. Can't get enough of it. I've been known to dip my finger in the little cup and eat the leftovers. Sigh.
I've been working out like crazy every day in the morning and twice a week in the evenings too. Can't really tell any difference. According to Wii Fit I've lost no weight. I might be getting some of my muscle tone back that I had when I was lifting weights a lot in Columbus. We'll see. I do want to lose weight, so I'm not going to stop working out.
Britt and I are working our way through Battlestar Galactica. We are about halfway through season 3 at this point. It is an amazing show. I know we should've started watching a long time ago, but better late than never right? I've been watching most of my tv shows via Hulu since we ditched cable a couple of months ago. It has most of the cable shows that I watch anyway, so why pay for them?
Molly and Tony are coming up to visit for the rest of the weekend. We are planning to go to the
Mayfield Dairy. Hopefully it won't be too cold, and there will be ice cream! Can't be disappointed with that.
Alright, time for tea and catching up on this weeks eps of The Daily Show and The Colbert Report.
Oh, I also want to add that in my many travels for work, I've learned the wonders of satellite radio. I heard a new song from the Animal Collective's new album called "My Girls" and I really like it. Don't really care for anything else on the album though.
Is it much to admit I need
A solid soul and the blood I bleed
With a little girl, and by my spouse
I only want a proper house
I don't care for fancy things
Or to take part in a precious race
And children cry for the one who has
A real big heart and a father's grace
I don't mean to seem like I care about material things like a social status
I just want four walls and adobe slabs for my girls