I’m supposed to be reading articles from Studies in English Literature for a journal assignment for my Intro to Grad Studies (aka we’re going to SCARE YOU SILLY) class, but I’m finding it difficult to get into the ideology of the heroic couplet at the moment, even if it is written by a professor at ‘s school. Why, oh why, does the latest edition have to be on Restoration and Eighteenth Century instead of something more fun? And there’s nothing juicy in this volume, either. The *other* volume that focuses on this time period had an article about political pornography in the 18th century. No such luck for me. 
The weekend was good. Watched the heartbreaking BYU game Friday night. We lost by ONE POINT, because Matt Payne, our kicker who never, ever, misses and was having a wonderful game, missed a final field goal. Woe.
Is very sad when your football team is better than your record implies.
Oh, well. We’ll STOMP CSU next week.
(oh, and just as an aside– yes, USC’s football team is better than ours. Q.E.D. But dude, our cheerleaders ROX their cheerleaders SOX. Especially their male cheerleaders. What do they do, other than clap their hands and dance around with their megaphones? No stunts, no back flips, no holding girls in the air. Wimps. Who would even want to *be* a male USC cheerleader? My family decided that they must be the California girlie-men that Governor Ahnold was thinking of. Maybe the home squad is different than the traveling squad. But the traveling squad left much to be desired. :P)
Anyway, Friday was fun. Saturday was spent mostly watching I Love the 90’s and trying (mostly unsuccessfully) to make K8 stay off the knee that she injured in her soccer game. That evening we ordered pizza and watched Lilac’s adorable kids and watched movies. Oh, and any reports of us locking the kids on the deck in the cold are greatly exaggerated. We gave them a blanket!
I bought some Apple Beer the other day. Kate finds it greatly amusing to call me a ‘lush’ when I drink a bottle ’cause it looks so much like I’m drinking real beer. 
I cooked dinner for K8 and I last night: fried chicken tenders, garlic mashed potatoes, and fried zucchini. K8 didn’t eat the zuchinni. It’s, you know, green. And grows out of the ground. Therefore, impossible. I liked it, though.
Well, enough procrastinating. Back to heroic couplets and visual interpretations of “Paradise Lost” and the like.