AWESOME = New England Patriots’ Asante Samuel returns from a week off to intercept three passes.

NOT AWESOME = Anticipating Asante Samuel sitting out again, I benched him on my fantasy team this afternoon.

D’oh.

Last night, Kristina and I were finally able to get to the Museum of Science to see Body Worlds 2.

It was both fascinating and gross, and Kristina made sure to point out the cancerous lung, the emphysema lung, the stroke brain, and every other organ ruined by smoking. The exhibit also included a box in which people could deposit their pack of cigarettes thereby making the decision to quit. I firmly gripped my purse in case Kristina decided to snatch my pack and throw it in.

I was surprised by all the penises but why should male anatomy be excluded from an exhibit on anatomy. Duh, Angela.

Another thing that surprised me was how many people brought their little children into the exhibit. I’m not a parent but I vividly remember the terror I experienced when, as a little girl, my mother brought me to the MFA and I was traumatized by an exhibit on Egyptian mummies. I had nightmares for months. I know it’s an educational exhibit, but can a 5 or 6 year-old really grasp that those are bodies and not monsters? Apparently, not the 5 year-old child walking through with her mother last night, who was screaming in horror, gripping her mother. Children’s tickets are $18… is it too much more to spend a little extra and get a babysitter? But who the hell am I to judge.

Overall, the exhibit was pretty gross. I don’t like knowing what my insides look like. I always thought bodies were nasty but now I know for sure. People are icky. I think I’ll stay in the newspaper biz instead of a life in biology and science.

Things I will never understand…

I plead with my boyfriend to watch a football game with me. I beg. I offer compensation for his time (back rubs, etc.). I hate watching football alone. I’ll do it because I love the game but it sucks when you have no one to yell, “He got JACKED UP,” with. It sucks when no one is there to hear you correctly call a penalty.

Despite my constant begging and blatant bribery, he will never watch a game with me. Today, his friend invited him over to watch the Patriots game and my boyfriend was racing to throw on clothes and rush out the door. What the…?!

I told him I’m going to have to find a football-watching buddy since he won’t watch with me.

My boyfriend and I have adopted a lovable little cat. Well, it’s more like he’s adopted us. No, we don’t own him. He just shows up at my back door, we feed him, he comes in and takes a nap, and then he’s gone. Sometimes, I feel used, but with my landlord’s strict “no pet” policy, I think I’m just desperately pet-starved. We decided to name him Scamp, which he actually answers to now. As long as I keep a fresh can of tuna fish handy, I think we’ll be seeing a lot more of Scamp. I wonder who really owns him.

I was hacked! Believe it… after nearly five years on this here interweb, my site was finally hacked. Why someone would waste their time hacking a lame personal website is beyond me but it appears to have been server wide. Thanks to my wonderful host, E-starr, the only thing that was lost was about ten hours of uptime. Take that, hacker dude or dudette!

Now, don’t forget to say thanks to a veteran today on Veterans’ Day! I did! I made sure to tell my dad, a veteran of both the Air Force and Marine Corp, to have a simply marvelous day! I’d like to extend my thanks and appreciation to all the veterans and active duty servicemen and women who have sacrificed for my freedoms!