Sick!

I was sick all week and am currently using that as my excuse for lack of posting. Because I was too busy moaning and groaning in misery to do something as exhausting as typing. Seriously, it's very tiring spending all evening whining and wheezing and waxing eloquent on the advantages of getting your face ripped off so you no longer have to feel your nose.

Yes, I have been a big ball of sunshine AND a joy to be around, thank you for asking.

I did not leave my house today because it was 16 degrees out. That's too cold for a southern girl like me. I chose to spend my valuable time napping and reading blogs and watching TV and eating a Chipotle burrito that Alex brought me. God bless him.

Why don't I have anything funny or exciting or cool to talk about? Is it because I don't have a life? Probably.

I did almost punch somebody at Game Night Friday night. Cranky Cora + Battle of the Sexes = Fight to the Death. Just an FYI.

An Open Letter to Blogger

Dear Blogger,

I don't wanna switch to the "new" Blogger. Please stop asking me. And stop trying to make me sign in with my gmail account. I'm perfectly happy using my old username and password. What's wrong with it? Nothing, that's what! I am my mother's child and therefore, I will not change. There will be none of this "out with the old, in with the new" business, unless you force it on me. Just like how my mom still writes checks EVERYWHERE and refuses to even think of getting a debit card. I'm the same way, k? So BACK OFF.

Love,

Cora

Embarassing Confession Time!

I realized today that I know all the words to Fergilicious. And London Bridge. And when I saw Fergie's CD on sale for ten bucks at Best Buy...I gave in. Just gave in all weak-like and bought it like the 13-year-old I am. But I suppose she's already won because the amount of times Alex and I talk to each about "going to the gym and working on our fitness" is amazingly embarrassing.

I also realized today that I no longer have the words memorized to Sonnet #32 from Elizabeth Barrett Browning's Sonnets from the Portuguese. Boo!

So what I'm saying is that I wish Elizabeth Barrett Browning could have set her poems to catchy, yet annoying pop beats so I could still know them. After all, I think Browninglicious sounds like something you'd learn in Brit Lit, right?

Back from the Dead

Hello? Hello? Is this thing on? Anybody home? I've dusted off the cobwebs and apparently there's still a blog under here. Who knew?

So, internet, how the heck are ya? What's going on? Is life treating you well? Had any major events happen to you? Engagements? Marriages? Babies? Anything?

Me either!

Since we last spoke, I had received the most amazing and fantastic purse in the known universe for Christmas. And life was good. Since that time:

I STILL own the most fantastic and amazing purse in the known universe.
I flew to New Orleans for Christmas.
Alex drove down and met my grandmother and saw where I grew up.
My family fell in love with Alex.
We rang in 2007 with my parents at their house with Anderson Cooper on the TV.
I came back to work to a new job at the same company (A slight pay increase and an enormous work-load increase ensued.)
I bought a scale.
I went back to the gym.
Ohio State lost the national title game.
LSU spanked Notre Dame in the Sugar Bowl. (Gooooo SEC!)
I've lost 3 pounds so far.
I watched the first 2 seasons of "The Office."

The end.

That's my life in a nutshell. But there's lots of fun little things missing. Like how I accidentally drank too many martinis while in Louisiana and how a girl at the gym told me I smelled and how Alex and I are now in our 8th month of dating bliss and how I hate overtime no matter how well it pays because now I leave work later which leads going to the gym later which leads to less time with Alex which leads to us losing that fun new relationship feel where we just can't get enough of each other and blah, blah, blah, woe is me, I hate being a grown up sometimes.

You?