we had a really lovely weekend. of course today we're dick broke, but that's what the weekends are for, i think. a chance to forget all the shit that you worry about during the week, like money. damn, i hate being such a slave to money, but i'm finding that lots of times, when i stop worrying about it and just spend it, somehow more of it magically comes to us from unexpected sources. life is just weird that way. worrying is a curse and like guilt, it brings us down. so until payday arrives on wednesday, i'm going to try my damndest not to worry about money.

thanks to the timewarner gods for bestowing upon us two free weeks of the hockey package. mark and i both just about stroked out trying to keep up with all the games on friday night. of course, my blues lost horribly. horribly i tell you, but damn, i still love them. i may live in charlotte, but i refuse to be a fair weather fan like the fickle people of north carolina. several years ago, when the panthers had only won two games out of a sixteen game season, they couldn't give those tickets away. then when they made their run for the super bowl, all of a sudden, you couldn't find ticket anywhere and everyone swore they had always been big panther fans. yeah, right.

in charlotte, no one rooted or even heard of the hurricanes(the hockey team). we'd made several trips to see them play, yet the local paper wouldn't even cover them. then, when they were headed for the stanley cup finals, you couldn't go anywhere in town without seeing hurricane gear. now that they suck again, said gear is gathering moths in the closest.

so after watching about six games fri night, we headed to the maya for a few beers. re-met a guy that hopefully in the future will give mark a job in canada...fingers crossed. he's dating the manager's sister, who refuses to speak english, but luckily for him, he's from cali and speaks it quite fluently. we ended up talking politics, cuz it seems that's all mark and i do...we're horrible and obsessed.

when we came home, mark kept me up until two talking about that damn monkey(dane cook's new cd). apparently, there are two things men would rather have/do over sex. be involved in a heist and own a monkey(which they'd then battle). geez, guys, i tell you.

i woke up the next morning and looked in the mirror and thought, "damn,you look good" and i couldn't resist attacking mark out of his sleep.

forgive my forwardness, i'm working on getting back the me that i was. i grew up in an area where intelligent, outspoken and blunt meant you were one lonely girl. so i squelched that, pushed that inside, along with the feelings that caused and everything else. that's why i write in here. it's my cheap version of therapy and i'm hoping that by getting all this out, saying whatever pops to mind without thought of who the hell is reading it, that i can get back to writing. so bare with me, and maybe you'll have a laugh or two, or maybe you'll just grow to hate me. como se ya.

sorry for the digression again...i'm always doing that.

anyhow, mark and i spent the day snuggling on the couch. he's very hyper so it's a rare thing to get him to do that.

then it was another evening of hockey, and off to midtown to meet some of alan's relatives in from texas for a family reunion and then home again to midnight games(hehe).

sunday was another lazy day snuggling on the couch, watching nascar, hockey, formula one, and football, but i couldn't tell you a damn thing about any of them...insert evil grin here...

last night, we watched "The Dancer Upstairs" on the IFC channel. man, love that channel. it was a great movie with a story set in south america and directed by John Malkovich. i highly recommend it.

so i awoke this morning to another rainy day and no money. but the weekend made it all worthwhile, a welcome diversion from all the other crap. most of the time, my life is boring, as you can see, but at least i can say it's mine. my life, good, bad, or indifferent.