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It's the week-end again. I did nothing at all this week, so I was kind of not expecting to accomplish anything this week-end. So far, I'm living up to those lofty expectations. Well, I kind of did nothing. I started teaching pinkandsilver how to knit. Hopefully that will kick my bum back into knitting. I have two baby blankets to get done by May. Of course, this does mean a trip to the yarn store...

We caught most of the Friday Night Fight yesterday. Title match was kind of a disappointment. It barely made it through 2 rounds and the champ managed to get in two takedowns. They ended up throwing on an extra 4 round featherweight match which turned out to be really good. The guy who won was 18 and fighting a 32 year old ex-con who'd just turned pro a couple years ago. It was a lot closer than I expected. That kid will do well if he watches what he's doing a little more. He got pummeled in the second round because he left his side open and let himself get pushed up against the ropes. Steven totally made fun of me for this when I was coaching the telly. It seems that my knowing more about boxing than him amuses the hell out of him.

This is what I get growing up with a father who really wanted a son. He's a boxing fan too, grew up with Jim Braddock coaching down at the Y in Jersey. It's actually funny because it kind of horrifies my father that I watch boxing now. That and baseball are one of the few things we can talk about and not get into an argument about. Everything else? Let's say there isn't much else we talk about.

I finally finished all my Thank Yous and mailed them out today. I'm a little behind schedule for where I wanted to be, but Emily Post says that I still have a month before I'm being gauche. Final tally is that our friends and my mother's family were amazing and generous to us and Steven's family and mine suck. The only one on my father's side of the family to even send so much as a card was my cousin Jill. I swear, I sound like I'm a money grubbing bitch because I'm complaining they didn't send us anything, but I'm not. I would have been happy with a nice, handwritten note in a card. I'm their only niece, their only first cousin... They couldn't find time to send a card? So frak them. Obviously, I'm not good enough family for them.

We ventured out to Whole Foods today to get sausage for our jambalaya. What a nightmare. I guess everyone decided to wait till the very last minute to shop for their Superbowl parties because it was insane. We didn't even bother looking for anything for dinner, we just got the sausage and scooted. We decided to grab a six pack from the packie next door since you can't have the Superbowl without beer. I snagged a couple Saint Luis Rey Toros for tomorrow as well. Why not treat myself?

We went out to dinner with Beth, Rich, and Cynthia. She's adorable now, six months old. She was chewing on my shirt and my god, I have the baby rabies again. Because we're losers, we sat around and discussed Battlestar. It's kind of nice now that I know what's going on. I can totally contribute to the conversation other than "Which hot girl are you guys talking about?" I have a stomach ache from the food now, though.

Nicki met us back here because we were supposed to watch the fight, but it was only on stupid Showtime, so we watched the Princess Bride twice instead. I believe she's coming over for the Superbowl tomorrow. I kind of hope Prince wears assless chaps again, like he did for the VMAs a million and ten years ago.

Now I'm just kind of sitting around. Steven found my suit, so I need to spec that out and decide on what cami I want to wear under it. At least I have another good use to wear my really cute heels again. 

Yea, that's pretty much it. That's the week-end for you.