Nothing But Lovee Love

I am not liking the new Blogger so much. I was forced to switch over, too and I've been saying boo ever since.
What's wrong with the old?

This weekend I continued on my treck to watch all the Oscar nominated movies. I saw "Volver". It's been years since I've seen a subtitled movie in a theater - I think "Amelie" was the last one. It takes about ten minutes for your eyes to get used to Penelope's cleavage and the words right below those honkers.
The film was great and hilarious.

Then I shopped. My good friend AP is the most graceful pregnant person I know and no baby store is safe from me. Its too exciting. And this weekend I found the funkiest baby clothing store - too cute wee ones style. I also had a great brunch with AP - good girl talk, great food, and a showing of her sonogram video. Talk about advanced technology. I was so used to the black and white blurb that only the parents to be could appreciate. You know - where they are pointing out the head and feet and you're thinking "where? I don't see it". Not this video - it was as if a camera was up in her - you could see all the baby features, very clearly.

Yes - I watched the Super Bowl. No, I didn't win the pool. I was a bit bummed that Lovee didn't win. I was rooting for the Bears all the way and even though Peyton won - and I was happy for him, my heart just felt a little bit sad for Lovee. And I'm with Beth on this one: Where in the World has Peyton's wife been hiding all this time?
Had no idea he was married? Is Eli married, too?

Is it just me or do the commercials get worse and worse every year? I remember the good days when I could care less about the game, and the commercials were at their best ever.

And in the middle of the game I was surprised to hear my phone alert me of a text message from The Aggie. I kind of have a hard time identifying him as that. Maybe its because A&M and I aren't cool like that. Maybe its because its been so long since he was in school. I don't know...Aggie doesn't fit him. So I'll probably be changing that nickname soon.
I keep trying to convince myself not to call him. Hear me out:
Me asking anyboy out for a date in a city that I don't live in.
Chew on it.
It doesn't make sense to me. Unless someone can make that sentence good for me, it's not happening.
Will I call him? Yes.
Will I tell him I'm coming to town? Yes.
From there, I think he should get a clue and ask me out, no?

I'm seriously stressing over this and have started to break out. I need to calm the F down before next week because date or no date he won't be seeing me with a break out face. Unh unh.