Week in review

I know, I suck. I can't blog worth a damn and I certainly can't keep up to date with it. I'd like to apologize, but honestly, I'm not feeling the apologies.
This past weekend we went up to UNC in Greeley for a preview day for Jesse. He plans on going there, and it's probably a wise choice for him.
I can't say I was super enthusiastic about getting up so early to drive to Greeley. I should have slept in the car, but I couldn't. And then Miranda tried to make me think she left me at Starbucks, but I'm too quick for that.
There's no leaving Carl behind. It just doesn't happen.
But we went to Greeley. While I'm sure it was exciting for Jesse, it wasn't as exciting for me. Miranda got a free shirt out of it, mostly because she looks like she could be a freshman in college. I got no shirt. And no bagel. All they had were weird looking danishes or soemthing. I really wanted a bagel.
Instead, I had to settle for fruit. Who eats fruit for breakfast, seriously? Pssh.
Following the day-long event at UNC we went and visited some friends in the Fort for the Super Bowl. As usual we played poker.
I should have taken the crown and all the money, but a certain blue-eyed blondie of mine cheap-shotted me and got the money.
Jesse got a hangover and learned what college will be like.
It made me proud.

Also on the way up to Greeley, somehow, in my early morning remembering of things, I miraculously rememberd a poem - albeit somewhat inappropriate - that I wrote in high school.
Let me share that with you.

Rising early with the sun, my morning wood, I have but one.
Up and at 'em my wood goes as I run to the bathroom to blow my nose.
As I start to play with a rubber band, my morning wood dies softly in my hand.
My morning wood has come and gone, so I'll have to wait until tomorrow for my wood to rise again.

Why I wrote that I don't know. But I remembered and felt good about that.
now you all know.
Word.