Did you miss me?

Sheesh! Take a couple of days off from blogging and be prepared for the flogging! (hehehe--I thought that was kind of funny!)

Welcome to Not Me! Monday. Are you feeling guilty for not doing anything? Are you?

Well, I'm not, but if I was, this might be some of what I wasn't feeling guilty about:

I did not laugh so hard at my brother's version of O! Canada during the Closing Ceremonies of the Olympics that I almost wet my pants. First of all, I would never be that disrespectful to America Jr., um, Canada, knowing that they are such a close ally of the United States, and second, laughing at my brother like that only encourages him. I know better than that.

I was not stupidly cheerful today because it is the first day of meteorological spring. I would never get that happy about March 1 because I know that it can still get really cold in March. No way would I celebrate unless it was really warm. Which it wasn't. Yet.

I am not way more excited about my BFF's upcoming visit than I should be. After all, it is still over a week away and I have a lot of work to get done at work. There is no way I would ever catch myself sitting around daydreaming about all the fun we are going to cram into three nights and two days. I have my priorities straight. Mostly.

I am certainly not planning on starting my birthday celebration this weekend. Who celebrates a middle age birthday? Not me. And, even if I did, I would never celebrate for over a week. Nope, not me. I hate birthdays now.

I am currently not planning on watching the season finale of The Bachelor. As I said before, I hate that show and I could care less about who the guy picks. It won't work out anyway. It never does. It's a dating show on TV for goodness sake! With a bazillion people watching you "fall in love". Why are people surprised when they don't make it?

I am still not hating people who can knit because I want to knit a pair of socks. I think people who can knit are very talented, but so are people who can crochet. Yeah. Maybe even more talented than the knitters. We only need one hook. They need two sticks. (sigh. Who am I kidding? I bow to your talentedness, oh knitters, but I am NOT jealous of you. Well, maybe just a little. Ok. A lot.)

What have you not been doing this week? Inquiring minds want to know. Oh, and so does miss raven. ;)