drive myself crazy...
First I must post this. Can we stop with the Cristiano hate now? Rooney admitted he did the same thing, just didn't get caught. Eat that Steven Gerrard. Ahem. That's all.
I am now going to make an attempt to make a real life post. I have no real life, so this might be a bit difficult.
Andy left for his three week summer vacation thing on Saturday. I didn't really get to see him before he left because I had to go back to Battle Creek. It was strange though...saying good-bye this time. Last time when he went to Haiti, we weren't really speaking that much and we really just needed to be away from each other. This time...well, this time I'm not really sure what we are. I've come to depend on him a bit, though, so perhaps this is the best timing for us to be apart. He called when he got to Connecticut and promised to update me on his travels...and to bring me a present. Damned straight I better get a present.
People at work still think we're dating. They said we act no different now that we're "not together" or whatever. I really don't know how to explain the situation, so I really just ignore it and pretend that nothing is going on worth mentioning. It isn't, right?
We move on Tuesday. Now if only I could get all the checks so we don't get evicted before we move in. I'm pumped for everyone to be back though. I love my alone time, but I'm a bit tired of myself.
Cincy is next week...and I don't even want to talk about it. It's going to be incredibly sad to not be there, but Kate and I vow to return next year and visit the player's hotel and drink in the bar. It's going to be pretty amazing. One year hiatus and better than ever, I promise. I just need to get some dollars in my life.
Congrats to Richard for making it to the finals of Toronto. I loved watching his silly little interviews after the match when he tried to speak English. Sigh. I will miss sharing ice cream with him. And I'm tired of Andy Murray and Brad Gilbert. I just don't care. Murray is still a brat and talks more than Brad ever will. I hope he loses. Haha. Sorry. Full of rage over here...
Ok. I can't help it. I have to talk about football. I have to. It's my obsession and I'm going to post about it. But cut for everyone, of course.
Maybe once I get a real life again I'll have something interesting to post about...
David Beckham being dropped as England's captain...and from the squad completely? I mean, I know he's getting older, but I feel like he had a bit more in him. Perhaps they'll pull him up for Euro Cup qualifiers. That's got to hurt though. They picked a 17-year-old instead of him. I guess he'll just have to prove himself. I do like John Terry though, I have to admit that. Good luck to him though.
And Ruuuudddd!! Left off the Netherlands squad. The poor guy. No respect for the elders these days it seems. He will need Cris now for sure...haha. :)
Cristiano scored...again! vs. Sevilla this time. What an all-star! People can boo you all they want, but you can just continue to play well with your mullet.
Sigh. I'm exhausted. Time to get in bed or something...
I am now going to make an attempt to make a real life post. I have no real life, so this might be a bit difficult.
Andy left for his three week summer vacation thing on Saturday. I didn't really get to see him before he left because I had to go back to Battle Creek. It was strange though...saying good-bye this time. Last time when he went to Haiti, we weren't really speaking that much and we really just needed to be away from each other. This time...well, this time I'm not really sure what we are. I've come to depend on him a bit, though, so perhaps this is the best timing for us to be apart. He called when he got to Connecticut and promised to update me on his travels...and to bring me a present. Damned straight I better get a present.
People at work still think we're dating. They said we act no different now that we're "not together" or whatever. I really don't know how to explain the situation, so I really just ignore it and pretend that nothing is going on worth mentioning. It isn't, right?
We move on Tuesday. Now if only I could get all the checks so we don't get evicted before we move in. I'm pumped for everyone to be back though. I love my alone time, but I'm a bit tired of myself.
Cincy is next week...and I don't even want to talk about it. It's going to be incredibly sad to not be there, but Kate and I vow to return next year and visit the player's hotel and drink in the bar. It's going to be pretty amazing. One year hiatus and better than ever, I promise. I just need to get some dollars in my life.
Congrats to Richard for making it to the finals of Toronto. I loved watching his silly little interviews after the match when he tried to speak English. Sigh. I will miss sharing ice cream with him. And I'm tired of Andy Murray and Brad Gilbert. I just don't care. Murray is still a brat and talks more than Brad ever will. I hope he loses. Haha. Sorry. Full of rage over here...
Ok. I can't help it. I have to talk about football. I have to. It's my obsession and I'm going to post about it. But cut for everyone, of course.
Maybe once I get a real life again I'll have something interesting to post about...
David Beckham being dropped as England's captain...and from the squad completely? I mean, I know he's getting older, but I feel like he had a bit more in him. Perhaps they'll pull him up for Euro Cup qualifiers. That's got to hurt though. They picked a 17-year-old instead of him. I guess he'll just have to prove himself. I do like John Terry though, I have to admit that. Good luck to him though.
And Ruuuudddd!! Left off the Netherlands squad. The poor guy. No respect for the elders these days it seems. He will need Cris now for sure...haha. :)
Cristiano scored...again! vs. Sevilla this time. What an all-star! People can boo you all they want, but you can just continue to play well with your mullet.
Sigh. I'm exhausted. Time to get in bed or something...