Shelli Stevens

Yesterday I was supposed to chaperone twenty-five kindergartners to the zoo. I was all psyched up and prepared with my Starbucks. And then I stepped wrong and my back went all kinds of nuts. Like hunched over, twisted, crying mama pain. So the chaperoning gig was canceled and I was looking at a day in bed.

So with all day in bed, plenty of painkillers and anti-inflams in my system, I decided to watch some tv/movies. First I rented Valentine’s Day on Itunes. I thought it was cute, but obviously they were trying to copy Love Actually’s multi cast/relationship formula (right down to the little blond kid who’s supposed to make you go aaah so cute, but whom I actually found mildly annoying). V.D. was a cute, mindless flick, but it doesn’t give me the same deep emotional punch that Love Actually does. Still, it killed a couple hours.

Then, knowing I couldn’t yet get up, I decided to see what the fuss was about. I decided to rent the first episode of True Blood on Amazon. First one didn’t really hook me, but the ending did enough to make me buy the second. And the same thing, somewhat into it, but did I really want to invest in the whole two seasons to catch up? Hmm. After much Twitter debate, I ordered it. And I think I have buyer’s remorse. I mean, when am I’m going to watch it? I still won’t have HBO when season three starts.

Well, it’s Thursday now, and my back is mostly better. So I don’t really have a reason to lie around all day and watch movies/tv shows. Kind of a bummer actually. But I should probably write again (because obviously my True Blood habit is going to cut into that when those puppies arrive), maybe get some exercise. Hmm. Or maybe take it easy on the exercise.

Anyway…happy almost weekend!