IF YOU'RE A LITTLE TO THE LEFT . . .

You might be interested. I didn't catch the debate tonight because of a previous engagement and my tivo was tied up with LOST. But if you are interested in what these two had to say, just click here for the full transcript.

even more LOST than before.

Oh man. Did you love it?

I just got done watching the season premiere of LOST, and we must discuss.

Okay, where to even begin? How about with the "Oceanic 6". So, who do you think are the six? I'm voting Kate, Jack, Hurley (we know these three), Locke (in the casket), Claire and the Aaron. Honestly though I have no idea. My other thought was that maybe Ben was in the casket since he wouldn't have had anyone at his funeral, and he wasn't a friend or a family member of Jack. And plus having Ben come off the island is just maybe crazy enough for those kooked-out writers.

And Jack. Can we just talk for a minute about him? It's so hard for me to see him struggling so much in the flash forwards. And what is the secret that him and Hurley are trying to keep? Did they kill the other survivors so they could get rescued? Or what? And we musn't talk about Jack without mentioning his beard. Why would they cover up such a nice looking face?

Hurley. Dude, he is so my favorite character. I loved the crazy episode last season with Libby and Dave. So freiky. Libby in the psych ward. CRAZY. Literally, well not really since it is a fictional show but, you get the point. But Hurley gets me thinking about the fact that maybe they only really escape the island's powers if they die, and then come back to life? Like some sort of wacked out reincarnation. And he couldn't have been imagining the "Crazy Shack" aka Jacob's crib. Cause he's never seen it before.

Is anyone else bummed Charlie died? I really wished he was still around. I liked him. Hopefully he will still have a scene now and again.

And Kate. Okay is anyone else wondering why in the heck she wants to get off the island? And why in the flash forwards is she not in jail? Hmmmmmm.


And the biggest question of the night.


Will they go back? How did they leave? Why only six? Who is Jacob? What makes the island special? Why can Locke walk? Why can Mikhail keep comming back to life? Where's Michael and Walt? Will Jin ever learn English? Why did Desmond see Claire and the baby getting off the island? Is Hurley crazy? Are they all in their own little hell? What about the polar bears? And the mysterious black smoke? Why was the stewardess an other? Why does Hurley always say dude? How was Penny communicating with Charlie? How did Mikhail have his eye patch after diving? How did Hurley do a cannonball and not just land on his bum? Will Sun die? Why did Juliet and Jack kiss but then Jack told Kate he loved her? Why doesn't Hurley cut his hair? Why is Ben so creepy? Why is Bernard a dentist? Did Palo and his girl die after being burried alive? Did Sawyer keep a few diamonds? And finally, will Jack and Kate ever get together?

Was that more than one question? Like I said. . . I'm a bit more LOST than before.

WE HEART JACK

Okay so how many of you out there love Jack Johnson too? What’s not to love, really. Born on the North Shore of Oahu, HI, grew up surfing, did that till he got into music, and now he does this.



Jack’s got a new album coming out February 5th titled Sleep Through The Static. You can go here to get a little sampling. Or, if you pre-order the album off itunes you can get the single now.

I don’t know about you, but it’s been too long since we’ve been blessed with some new Jack. Yahoo for the fifth. Plus, he whistles on this album. And really, I never thought whistling was all that great until I heard Jack do it. Now, it’s like heaven to my ears.

And in case you have been living on the moon, or in a dark cave or something, and have never experienced the loveliness that is Jack, you need to run, not walk, to your nearest computer and download off itunes the genius that is Jack.

This is our favorite. Thing 1 and Thing 2 quite enjoy listening to this in the car. And ya know what? So do I.

Cha-Cha-Cha-Check it out!

THEY'RE BAAAAAACK!

oh oh oh oh oh

oh oh oh oh

oh oh oh oh oh


Rumor has it NKOTB are making a comeback. Say it aint so.

I NEED HELP

Now that I wrote that title, I realize that it is pretty vague, and all encompassing. Yes, it is true. I need help with many things. For instance today I've already changed 4 poopy diapers and it's only noon (maybe Thing 2 should lay off of the fruit snacks. Ya think?) But this is not what I need help with.


You should know that it's not easy for me to ask for help. In fact my inner therapist tells me that I should don a neck sign that says "I need help," just so I'll actually ask. Or rather, other's will ask me what I need help with. Because you see, my first instinct is to think I can do everything alone, by myself, and frankly, better than you.


But this is not true. And in this instance I really do need help, and lots of it.


Now, you are probably wondering what in the heck asking for help has to do with Sir Mix A Lot. Well let me explain. You see this morning I was catching up on a little blog reading when I came across my friend Kristin's blog post where she gives little shout out to maybe, just maybe the greatest movie ever, Empire Records. And that got me thinking about my other favorite movies, which got me thinking about High Fidelity. Which got me thinking about top fives. And musically speaking top fives. And then that got me thinking about this mornings workout and how I am in dire need of some new workout tunes.

And that's why I need help. Friends, my workout playlist is put simply, played out. I need some new fresh meat. Some songs that will motivate me and keep me plugging away on that darn treadmill, or even the oh-so-fabulous rowing machine.

Okay, so here is my current work-out playlist. Just so you know what I'm already shaking my booty too.

1. Starts off with a little JT. Sexyback if you will. This is the theme and reason that my ass is working out. I need my sexyback pronto. Actually not really sure if I ever had it, but anyways, you get the point.
2. Next it's Fergie Ferg's London Bridge.
3. Followed by a little Gold Digger by Kane and Jaime.
4. In Da Club by fidy
5. Business by Eminem. Can't workout without Em.
6. And then I bring it back. Way back. Rump Shaker Wrecks-N-Effecs.
7. Keeping with the butt theme, Baby Got Back Sir Mix A Lot
8. Whoomp There it is! Tag Team
9. (1,2,3,4) Sumpin' New Coolio. Loved this video, all the people getting outta the trunk. Classic.
10. Walk This Way Run DMC
11. Don't Laugh now. Gettin Jiggy With it Will Smith
12. Girls Aint Nothing But trouble DJ Jazzy Jeff
13. Keep Ya head up 2 pac
14. Fighter Christina Aguilera
15. Can't Hold Us Down Christina again. Sing it sister!
16. Bust A Move Young M.C. And I try to.
17. Miami Will Smith. I seem to have a thing for nineties hip/hop rap.
18. Umbrella Rhianna Love her new hair BTW.
19. Eye of the Tiger Rocky IV
20. Piece of Me Britney Only good thing outta Brit last year.
21. Cool it down with Set A Drift On Memory Bliss PM Dawn
22. Tennessee Arrested Development
23. Summertime DJ Jazzy Jeff


And as fab-0 as this mix is, it's honestly getting a little old. I need some new flavor. So please, let me know your best playlist for working out. Or just your top 5 would be helpful. And every time one of your songs comes one I'll think of you. And that will be fun. At least funner than working out normally is.


And don't be embarrassed. Heck, I've got Rumpshaker. Now that's embarrassing.

A LITTLE CHRISTIAN ROCK FOR YOUR TUESDAY

I'm not sure when I started liking Christian rock, but I think it goes back to Jeff's stint at Christian College. Also known as Point Loma Nazarene. It was this gorgeous little college down in San Diego, right on the beach. He went there on a baseball scholarship. And one of the fun things about this place was you were required to go to "Chapel" everyday. Or they charged you. Seriously. Church or pay! Ha ha. Chapel was basically a rock concert with Christian music. People dancing in the aisles, rocking out to Jesus. And so this is where I fell in love with Christian rock. It's a little known secret about me.

I like to rock out to Jesus. And now, you will too.

This is Casting Crowns, singing Voice of Truth.

Enjoy!

WEDDED BLISS

So, I just read THIS little article, and it seems as though Hubs and I are on track to live till we are ninety.

In my defense, there is a right way to load the dishwasher. Right? Either way, this little squabble means we're on the pathway to wedded bliss for another, oh, about fifty plus years.

Yay us.

LOST IN EIGHT MINUTES

So, I've spent the past month or so, catching up on Lost. Yeah, from the beginning. All 3 seasons. Well, I coulda just went here, and watched a little 8 minute catch up episode, and had all those hours of my life back. Oh well.

If you are intersted in a little catch-up before Thursday go here. It's funny, quick, and explains things I still didn't know even after watching 3 seasons worth. I guess I'm an idiot.

Horray for Thursday!

Update: How in the sam H could I have forgotten that Jack and Claire are brother & Sister?

I also heard that there are 3 seasons left, 48 episodes in all, and that there is a beginning and an end. And that there will be lots of answers this season. Only 3 more days!

IN LOVING MEMORY

I will forever remember the time I was able to go to the Prophet's home and meet both him and his wife. An amazing day I will never forget.


Thankyou for your service, for your love, and for your example. May you rest in peace.

IF I WASN'T ON A BUDGET. . .

But I am. Here are my top 5.

For Thing 1:
Love the patchwork. It's just so darn hard to find cute boy stuff.

Love that he's rockin the V-dub.
Danger. This should be Cam's personal symbol.

A bit of fun.

Don't know why, but I la, la, la love these little boy swim trunks.


For Thing 2:

Love all things polky-dot.
My favorite item in the spring catalog.
Pink. Red. Sripes. Heaven.
Again with the polka-dots. And this time in brown.

A fruity little suit with a skirt to will in summer.

I really wish we had a mini boden here. Or better yet, a mini-boden outlet. Or even more better, that I could win the lottery.

TMI

Okay, fair warning friends. Beware. Of dog. And that this post is full of Too Much Information. Precede with caution.

Well, first off I want to apologize to you, the reader, for the ridiculous blog posts that have been put up in the past few hours.

You see, ever since I got my IUD strange things have been afoot. It's weird. Even though Aunt Flo doesn't come to stay every month, her wicked step-sister PMS still does. It's the oddest thing. And she brings with her bloating, cramps, and acne. Lucky me. But the worst thing is, she also brings the devil with her. Which is also known as migraine. These little bastards show up every month for a few days. But the kicker is, they don't come on till about 4 or 5 in the evening.

So, what's a girl to do? I tried Advil. What a joke. Tylenol? Yeah right. Tylenol PM? Puts me to sleep, but then I wake up at 4 a.m. with the migraine. Aspirin? Not even worth the try. So I always have to go with my good old standby, Excedrin.

Except, you see, Excedrin and I have a love/hate relationship. It can knock out a migraine cold, but after about 20 minutes, I feel like I'm on speed. I suddenly have urges to clean out behind the fridge, organize my sock drawer and alphabetise my soup cans. And the worst part is, I can't get to bed until well, let's see. It's now 2:08 a.m. Until after 2:08 a.m. And my kids are going to be up around 6:30.

Love that it takes away the migraine, hate that I'm still up. So sorry for the crazy-hyper posting. It's either this, or Jerry Springer.

MY DILEMA

So, I need your opinion.

The vay-cay is coming up shortly. And I haven't been in a tanning bed since oh, I'd say 1998. Yep, the day of senior prom.

So, the question is, do I go a few times before I leave, so I get a little base-tan before I arrive in Paradise? Or, do I go as I am?

Remember now, it's January. And I don't want to scare the other vacationers away with my pasty Utah winter skin.

Cons:

1. Possible Skin Cancer exposure.

2. I have to get into one of those scary beds that other people sweat in while their naked. Nastification!

3. Could come out with raccoon eyes. (And that would be even more embarrassing than the pasty skin.)

4. I could burn my butt.

Pros:

1. My butt will be tan by the time I get to paradise.

Hmmmm. Decisions. Decisions.

HEY ERYKAH, IS IT TIME FOR A TRIM?

This is too funny not to post. At least she won't be able to hear people laughing at her with all that hair. Now that I think about it, I wonder what kinda stuff she's got stashed away up there. Oh man. Everytime I look, I giggle.



Yes, it's late.

LOVING THIS SONG TODAY

Godspeed (Sweet Dreams)DIXIE CHICKS
Home (2002)

Dragon tales and the "water is wide"
Pirate's sail and lost boys fly
Fish bite moonbeams every night
And I love you

Godspeed, little man
Sweet dreams, little man
Oh my love will fly to you each night on angels wings
Godspeed
Sweet dreams

The rocket racer's all tuckered out
Superman's in pajamas on the couch
Goodnight moon, we'll find the mouse
And I love you

Godspeed, little man
Sweet dreams, little man
Oh my love will fly to you each night on angels wings
Godspeed
Sweet dreams

God bless mommy and match box cars
God bless dad and thanks for the stars
God hears "Amen," wherever we are
And I love you

Godspeed, little man
Sweet dreams, little man
Oh my love will fly to you each night on angels wings
Godspeed
Godspeed
Sweet dreams

TODAY I AM LOVING THAT I AM BLESSED TO HAVE MY VERY OWN LITTLE MAN. HE IS ADVENTUREOUS, YET LOVING. CURIOUS, INQUISITIVE, AND A PURE JOY. SWEET DREAMS LITTLE MAN. I WILL LOVE YOU FOREVER!

SO. . .

Is this how you pictured Edward?
And Bella?

Thoughts?

OATMEAL AND BOB

And on a lighter note.

So last night as I was watching The Biggest Loser. And I was reminded of a product that I have been wanting to post about for some time. It's Quaker's new Weight Control Oatmeal. It has 160 calories,7 grams of protein, 6 grams of fiber, and 3 grams of the good kinda fat.

Now I realize that not all people are "oatmeal lovers", and I have to be honest and say, I always have been. I think it goes back to when I was a kid. My mom used to make us hot oatmeal, and hot Cream Of Wheat sometimes before school. And this was a serious treat. Of course I used to cover it in brown sugar, really healthy I know, but this did begin my love of all things oatmeal. In fact oatmeal spice chocolate chip cookies are really just about my favorite thing ever. But wait, I was talking about something healthy.

Oh yes. Weight Control oatmeal. It's pretty good. You should check it out. Tastes pretty darn sweet for diet food. My favorite part is the protein. If I don't get some protein at each meal, I just want to eat an hour later. So yeah, protein is pretty much essential. And this little box, gets the job done.

Okay, now that we've got that out of the way, can we talk for just a minute about The Biggest Loser? Don't you love the little commercials they do in the middle of the show? Yeah, that's how I heard about this oatmeal, a couple of episodes ago. I guess ridiculous as they are, they are pretty effective.

But how much are you loving this season? I just want the orange team to win. I'm so over black. Testosterone is so over-rated. Sad to see the pink team go in such a nasty way (But how great did she look at the end?) And sad to see the couples are breaking up next week.

Oh well. Bob will still be there. And that's all that matters. In my You-Just-Won-A-Personal-Trainer-For-The -Rest-Of-Your-Now-Not-S0-Fat-Life fantasy, Bob would be the man for the job for me. He just rocks.

Oh, also, my brother Dave once had a baseball coach that looked just like Wilford Brimley, the oatmeal guy. Wierd, I know.

THE DOCTOR IS IN

Okay, so I guess a normal person probably doesn't care, but I'm sure if you are a loyal reader of this and my other blog, you probably know by now, I'm not normal. I'm a little bit eccentric, and for some reason I enjoy celebrity gossip. Actually, I mostly just prefer hearing about those stars that are around my age. I mean, how much do you care about Michael Bolton? I mean, really.

Now, some of you have expressed to me your dislike of my posts that are, well ridiculous. So here is fair warning. In this post you will not learn anything new, and actually might be dumber for reading it. There.

But if we can, I'd like to talk about my favorite train-wreck of a popstar. Britney Spears. I mean, I've been thinking about her a lot lately, and what with the tragedy yesterday and the near-miss a few months back with Owen, I've decided that we need to discuss the impending doom that I see coming to Miss Spears if she doesn't change her life, and quick.

Now, you're probably thinking to yourself, why does she care? And I will tell you why. It's because she is a mom. And I'm a mom. She has two kids. I have two kids. And it kills me that she has two young kids, and is acting so irresponsibly. My heart just aches for those kids. I mean, come on, their dad is Kevin Federline for darn sakes. And don't get me wrong, I think he's doing a much better job parenting that Britney is currently, but I'm not about to give him Dad of the year or anything. I'm just afraid that him being at all interested in these kids has more to do with money, than with any notion of actually being a father.

And where might I ask, is Brit's mother? I mean come on, get that girl some help. Or her father. Sure they show up when she decides to take her kids hostage and go crazy, but as soon as she leaves the hospital they all split. I mean, what is up with that? I realize she is a grown (mostly) woman, but at some point I think family should intervene when necessary.

And now it is necessary. I mean just look at her past. She has the craziest assistants she can find, obviously does drugs, probably is mentally not-all-there, looses her kids, and just doesn't care.

In my humble opinion, which doesn't mean jack, I personally think she needs to go away. Far away, to a mental hospital. Check in. Get healthy. Get clean. Talk through her shit. Get off drugs. Even get off her meds for a while, so they can see what she is like sober. She needs to do this pronto. For her kids.

I really, think she is addicted, not only to drugs, and alcohol, but to celebrity as well. I know I probably just made that idea up, but I swear. Other celebs try and get away from the paparazzi. Not Brit. She lives for them. Loves the attention she gets. She goes out at night. From convenience store to convenience store. I mean, doesn't she have an assistant for that kind of shiz? I haven't been in a convenience store since last summer. And that was just for a Slurpee. In other words, it was Necessary.

And hooking up with this paparazzi guy? Not a good idea Brit. What is she thinking? I realize that she probably thinks she can trust no one. Because everyone that has ever been a part of her life, has probably asked, or used her for money. And that must be hard. Not knowing who really loves you. But this addiction she has too celebrity, and attention is not a good thing. I mean just look at Michael Jackson. He is crazy. It's like he loves watching everyone's reaction to his crazy antics. And really, do we want Brit turning out like Wacko? (sidenote: I do adore Michael's music. It's genius really. Just think he is a bit mental) And doesn't it seem, like ever since her sister (16 yo by the way) announced she was pregnant, Brit has been acting even more loopy? Like she is jealous of the attention the paparazzi is giving her sister? (By the way, Lynn and Jamie Spears probably won't be winning any parenting awards this year either). Addicted to fame. So sad.

I mean, where is Felicia? And only you die-hards will know who she is. Which is probably no one. Felicia was her old assistant. Way old. Back in the day. When she was normal. Before the quicky marriage in Vegas. Before Kevin. Before the babies. Back when she was healthy, and sane. Man, I miss those days.

So, yes, this is enough Britney talk for one day. Just wanted to say, that yes, I have enjoyed her music. Her songs are perfect singing-in-the-shower type songs. And shake your groove-thang songs. Which are both good things. And I just want Britney to be happy. And get clean. And take care of her kids. Because I know as a mother, that it really (even if she doesn't like to show it) is killing her that she can't be with her kids. I know it would me anyways.

So I hope this whole Heath thing, tragic as it is, might be some sort of wake-up call to our dear Brit. Lord knows she needs one. And before it's too late.

I DIDN'T KNOW HIM. . .

But it's still sad. Only 28. He's got a daughter, Matilda age 2 (with Dawson's Creek alum Michelle Williams). May he rest in peace.

I WISH I HAD A DREAM

Well, our Martin Luther King day started off with a bang at about 2 a.m. when Thing 2 decided to wake up and cry unconsolably for 4 hours. We tried everything. Nothing would help her. So off to the doctors today to find out she was rockin' an ear infection. Needless to say,there wasn't much dreamin going on at our house.

I hope your MLK day is going better than mine!

DINNER GROUP AT PINE

Do you know how to tell when your getting old? Well, in my case it's that I'm now officially in a dinner group. Yeah. I know. But whats even worse? I started the dinner group. And I used to think that dinner groups were reserved for old stiff folks that needed to schedule their fun. Or at the very least, people in their thirties. But ya know what? It ended up being pretty great.

I think our first official dinner group outing was a success. We pulled together five other couples from our neighborhood, which made for A LOT of conversation. It seemed like almost too many people, but I actually think 12 was the perfect number. We decided each couple would take two months a year, and you could either pick the restaurant, or host at your house. And I thought for our first little shin-dig, it might be fun to actually go out.

I decided on Pine Restaurant. It's out on about 4800 S. and 900 E. I chose this place because most of the couples are fans of the little Italian restaurant right in our hood called Luganos. And since Pine is owned and operated by the same guy, we decided to give it a try. And the food, at least mine, was fan-double-tastic. It's a little pricey, which I was worried about, but in my opinion worth every penny.

So, yeah, I'm definitely getting old. But at least, I'll have a great group of friends to laugh about it with once a month. And if you need a great little place to have a dinner out with friends or a romantic little spot for a valentines date, be sure to check out Pine.

Happy Dining!

LOVE AT FIRST CLICK

So, many of you know I'm heading out of SLC shortly and into the warm Caribbean air. And this, just makes me feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside. But I needed a few things before I packed my bags and headed off to paradise.

Specifically some pretty sweet boardshorts. And I've been searching, and searching. And well, SLC isn't exactly known for its surf/swim shops. So I ventured online. And even made a purchase, at a not-so-fantastic surf shop online. Well, my experience with this other store, which I refuse to name, so the don't get any free press, has been nothing short of a disaster. I logged on their site, bought a few pairs of boardshorts, and thought, wow. Easy enough. Not so much. I received an e-mail informing me that they were on back order. So I call customer service, and two long conversations later, they tell me they have no idea when they will be in. And since I'm in kind of a time-crunch, what with the little vay-cay and all, I tell them what losers they are for showing they have inventory of something when they really don't, cancel my order, vow never to shop there again, and continue my search online for some sweet boardshorts.

That's when I head over to google (I love you google). And up pops Zappos. Hmmm, I thought they only sold shoes. And this is where my fabulous online shopping experience begins.

And truth be told, I have bought some fabulous things there before, and have had a wonderful experience each time. So now, I am sharing with you, the loveliness that is Zappos.

The first and greatest thing about Zappos is their shipping is always free.

Really free. And not just, wait for two weeks free. No, overnight free. And that's saying something. Especially because I was blessed with the patience of two-year-old. I got online yesterday, ordered these two lovely pairs of boardshorts about 4pm my time, and walla, doorbell rings about noon today and here they are. I love the magic of Zappos and overnight shipping.

And it must also be noted that zappos also has free shipping back too, in case you get something that doesn't fit, or you don't like it. No questions asked.

And, they also have in depth product descriptions, pictures (with at least 8 different views), and my favorite thing: Reviews. Yes, you can read about other people's experiences buying and owning the product you are about to buy. Bloody brilliant!

And they don't just do shoes. They have a Zappos rideshop (where I got my boardshorts, but you can get anything surf, ski or snowboard related). A Zappos running (hello mom) where you can get shoes, gear, and running gadgets. A Zappos couture (for all things hoity-toity), and also a Zappos outdoor where you can buy camping, hunting, and fishing stuff.

Neat right?

Well, anyways, just wanted to share with you, my new found love. Anytime I'm in the market to buy anything online, from now on I'll have to check with Zappos first. Cause, quite simply, with the way other businesses do customer service now-a-days, Zappos is a breath of fresh air.

Thank you Zappos!

Had to get both. They are called the Puerto Rica boardshorts after all.

ARE WE THERE YET?

Okay, well the pressure of producing a fabulous first-post for my brand-spankin-new blog is almost too much to handle.

So, I'm just going to get it over with. Here goes nothing.

Okay, so is anyone else really hoping this writers strike comes to an end soon? I mean, if I have to keep watching the same Grey's Anatomy episodes over and over I'm likely to completly explode soon.

Really, did their mothers not teach them to how to work together and compromise? Now is the time. The time to get together, feel the love, work things out, and get back to writing, so I can find out what happens with McDreamy and McSteamy and all the other ridiculously fabulous shows that I tivo.

And my tivo. It's really starting to scare me with this strike going on. I mean sure, yes, before there were Dora's and Diego's and a Sesame Street here and there, but now, honestly it's just getting ridiculous.

If it wasn't for the fabulous-ness of reality tv, I think I might die. I mean, January is bad enough as it is what with the snow, and the fog and the lack of holidays to celebrate. The sheer anticipation for Christmas is what gets me through December and then bam. It's January. And everything sucks. There is new years resolutions to make and then later feel guilty about, and break. And no sun. And the list just goes on and on. And without my lovely Greys and Brother's and Sisters, January really is moving much more slowly than it should.

I guess I can always look forward to Lost. Jan. 31st can NOT come soon enough. And then at least in February you have valentines day to look forward too, and then it's almost March. And March means it's almost spring. And spring, my good friends, leads into summer. Which really is the best time of the year.

So I guess what I'm getting at is: Is the strike over yet?