TWEET, TWEET!

Saw this cute girl bedding in the Pottery Barn Kids catalog that came in the mail yesterday, and instantly fell in love. Birds on bedding? Brilliant!

OH LOOK. SOMEONE MADE PANTS SPECIALLY FOR MY KID.

Okay, so how cute are these pants?


Gives a whole new meaning to cranky pants right? I should totally get some for Thing 2. Holy crap. The terrible two's are kicking my ass. And she's not even two yet. I swear, I almost threw her out the window this morning.


But the question is, are these adorable little bum-covers worth seventy buckaroos? The website where they can be found is here. But don't get too excited, cause they are on backorder.


Someone needs to steal this idea pronto. And then make me some. I mean, not me, but Thing 2. I wish I could knit. Well, actually I guess that should say, I wish I could knit well. I mean, if you want a square hot pad or pot thingy I'm your girl. But cute little pants with mean faces? Not quite my level.


But seriously, Thing 2? Love the chick, but she needs a serious attitude adjustment, pronto. But unfortch, I'm pretty sure it's gonna be this way for a good year. I just hope this isn't going to be what it's like when she is a teenager. Or I am so screwed. Then I might throw myself out the window.

CLOSING UP SHOP

Just wanted to let all you Utahns, er rather Salt Lake City-ans know that this was going on. I got an e-mail informing me of the 50% off sale. I guess she is closing shop and opening up an online store instead. Everything is going to be sold at cost, so there should be a good deal to be found.

Hope you all have a great weekend!

TINA MAKES A COMEBACK

TINA COMES BACK TO SNL AND SHE BACKS HILLARY IN A BIG WAY.

CHECK IT OUT!

AIDEN'S ABS

Okay, so I'm at the gym today doing my thing. In other words, trying to look like I know what the heck I am doing without killing myself. And I look over, and there is this guy there that looks so familiar. And I can't figure it out. Where do I know this guy? Is he some guy I've seen at the grocery store? My old dentist? Some dude from the dog park?

I'm sitting, well actually running, trying to figure this out. I swear, I really do have the worst memory. It's something I've actually looked into improving. It's not like I can't remember little things, but big things are the problem. Like sometimes I can't remember if something happened in a dream, or in real life. Seriously. I'm constantly saying, did that really happen, or was it another one of my fantabulous dreams?

Well, this guy in the gym is starting to bug me. But the thoughts of where I know this strange man, at least has gotten me thru my run (thank Goodness) and now has me stumped as I work my way through the ridiculously strange weight machines.

And then it happens. Right there on that silly ab cruncher thing. He sits down, er, well lays down on the ab cruncher next to me, and maybe it was cause he was up close, but then it hit me.

It's Aiden from Sex In The City! I kid you not. What could I do? I mean I'm bustin' my ass, er, actually my abs on this thing, and a full fledged celebrity is working his abs out right next to me. And it was wierd. And fantastic at the same time.

I almost wanted to stop him and let him know that I thought he was great with Carrie. And that I wish they never would have broken up the first time. Cause I liked him with Carrie. They worked. He was perfectly laid back and relaxed and well, just wonderful for her. And I didn't so much like him when he got back together with Carrie the seccond time. Cause he was too full of himself. Like love had scarred him or something.

And then, my abs start killing me, and I realize I should probably stop this insanity in my head, or I'm going to hurt myself. And then, well, I'm trying to think if I have anything he can autograph. And the only thing that doesn't have sweat on it (yeah, serious workout) was my shoe, and it is brand new. I mean, I could have him sign it, and then frame it or something.

But then i realize I don't have a sharpie. And I doubt he carries one around just in case, and odds are none of the other gym rats have one either. This is a serious problem. I have a full fledged celebrity right next to me, and nothing intellegent to say, or even a sharpie. Man, life is strange.

Then I'm done with my abs, so there is nothing left to do, but get up and move to something else. So I do. And at that very moment. He stands up to. And here is my chance.

But then, once he is all the way up, he maybe comes to my nose. And I'm no expert, but I'm pretty sure John Corbett isn't under 5'8. And now that he's up close, his hair is way too long. And hmmm, something isn't right.

Nope, it's not Aiden. And let's be honest. What would he be doing at a gym in SLC at ten a.m.? But, seriously, he could be Aiden's brother, or his short cousin or something. Wierd.

And then I had to start laughing, and laughing, and remember, I'd already done my abs, so it hurt. I had to laugh at my complete stupidity. I spent a good 45 minutes trying to figure out who this short man was, and then another 20 or so, trying to work up the nerve to ask him for his autograph.

Can you imagine if I'd had? Oh. My. Gosh. That was too close.

So then I decided. Asking a celebrity if you can have their autograph is alot like asking a lady if she is pregnant. You shouldn't really do it unless they have a shirt on that says, "I'm pregnant." Or "I'm a celebrity." And even then. . . Cause really, that would have been mortifying. And I've already embarssed myself enough for one lifetime. Seriously, have I told you all about my Peter Hudacko story? Sorry, but my life is already chuck full of embarassing moments. And today, I barely escaped the jaws of mortification.

And I know this story is totally ridiculous, and actually, now that I'm typing it out, kinda embarassing in and of itself. But Wow. Just had to let you all know that John Corbett's TOO-short could-be-body double works out at my gym. Yay for me.

I GUESS CONGRATULATIONS ARE IN ORDER

Well, that's pretty much confirmation isn't it? Woo hoo, another Jolie-Pitt beauty. What a lucky baby.


Now, onto the real reason I posted this picture. Can we just talk for a minute about Brad if we may? Okay, first off, I'm pretty sure my Grandpa Plant has those exact pants right now in his current wardrobe rotation. And he is in his eighties mind you. And those glasses? Man, I feel like he's gonna jump right off of the set of Dazen & Confused, pull over in his Ford El Camino and offer me a joint and a ride. (Which by the way, if he did, I would totally accept. To the ride. Not the joint. Come on it's Brad Pitt people.)


Seriously, he's kinda channeling a mix between Matthew McConahey in Dazed & Confused, and Robert Redford in the seventies.


And even though I think this look is a little strange, lets be honest Brad really can do no wrong in my head. So even though at first glance I hated his look, I'm starting to like it now, just cause it's Brad.


Now, this reminds me. Funny Story.


Back in College Hubs spent a few years playing ball for CEU down in Price, Utah. (Shout out to the West Price Posse) Pretty much the only place to eat down there other than Taco Bell is a little spot called Groggs. So we ate there alot when he was going to school there. And one time, when we were on a date, the waitress, (who was about 45 and sporting, well how do I say this nicely? Well, a small town waitress look.) who obviously had a little thing for Hubs, says to him, while she is waiting to take our order, "Has Anyone ever told you, you have Brad Pitt eyes?" Seriously. I about died. She was so obviously hitting on my date (and boyfriend at the time) right in front of me in such a cheesy way, that I almost fell off my barstool from inability to stifle my laughter.


HI-larious. At least to me.


I guess maybe you had to be there. But it is super-funny to me cause any time anyone ever mentions Brad Pitt, I always have to remind Hubs that he has his eyes. Dang, if only I looked like Angie. Then we could be their stunt doubles. And life would be wierd.


Okay this post has now officially taken a strange deviation. Congratulations anyways Brad & Ange.

SPRING FEVER

A few of my favorite things from the new spring collection.
Dot & Daisy dress $34.99
Bella Top $22.99
Arboretum skirt $24.99

Check it out here. Three cheers for spring!

HEATHER, THIS IS FOR YOU

So I got tagged. Sort of.

What is his name? Hubs
How long have you been married? Um, lets see, carry the one, add the five . . . This year it will be seven years in August. The fourth to be exact.
How long did you date? Too freiking long. 4 years or something. All these number questions. Ahh. I don't do numbers.
How old is he? He will be 29 next month. Cruise-A-zee.
Who eats more? What a lame question. I don't really measure, or notice. But I can tell you that if the food involves Cafe Rio Pork salads, then me. If it is Bratworst and Sourkrout then him. Barf-o-rama.
Who said I love you first? Today, or ever? Today, probably him. And if we are talking ever I think him too. I mean, his family says I love you practically every time they leave the room.
Who is smarter? Well, if you want to know about available office space in Salt Lake then ask him. Anything else? Ask me. I am also the most humble. But Hubs rocks at trivial pursuit, chess, scrabble, any game really. Strategy is his thing. So him.
Whose temper is worse? No contest here. Him. But I have to say it has gotten much better since I first started dating him. After pitching a game and losing as a little kid he was so mad that he threw his mitt over the backstop and hit Herman Franks in the face (he was at the game cause they were dedicating the field to him). Ha ha.
Who does the laundry? Sometimes me, sometimes him, but I LOVE it when it's not me.
Who does the dishes? Our dishwasher.
Who sleeps on the right side of the bed? Me. I do everything right. ha ha.
Who pays the bills? Me.
Who cooks dinner? If I have too, I will, but don't expect anything gourmet. But if this question was who is the better cook, hands down Hubs. But I make a mean bowl of Corn Pops.
Who drives when you are together? I like to be chauffered whenever possible, cause I am a celebrity in my own head. Just kidding. Hubs loves to drive.
Who is more stubborn? are you saying that I'm stubborn? Cause I'm not. And I won't say I am.
Whose parents do you see the most? Mine. Dinner every Sunday night. One of my very favorite things I look forward to all week.
Who proposed? He did, in the art classroom in Skyline where we met and fell in love. It's the sweetest story really, and I should tell you about it sometime. But it involves lots of cheese.
Who has more friends? He would say me, I would say him.
Who has more siblings? Same. Him--three sisters. Me--three brothers.
Who wears the pants in the family? Our kids.

There ya have it Heather. Although, you probably knew all this anyways, since you guys are practically family.

CALLING ALL SKYLINE '98 ALUMS

Saturday March 15, 2008 7:30 p.m.

For more info go here.

To buy tickets go here.

TRISH,Jill, Jen, Sara, Ashley, Abby, Katy, and Stacie. Our next GNO (date night?)has just been scheduled. And any other Skyline '98 alums that enjoy good music, you're invited too.


Be there or be square.

BERT

Okay, well I've been thinking about this for quite some time, and I've decided that after many discussions with a variety of people I thought I might open the question about little Lourdes and her unibrow on the blog.


Now, for those of you who have had your head stuck in the ground, this is Lourdes. Madonna, yes, that Madonna's only daughter. And I think she is like 11 or something. And those are her eyebrows.


Now, as her mother, what do you do? See poll to the right. And please vote. It is completely annonymous, and ridiculous.


Thanks.

BLESSED

Okay, so I'm just sitting here after a night out with my girlfriends and I am just feeling a million different emotions, but above all, blessed.


It is currently one a.m. and I can't sleep cause I just had too much fun. My friends are the best. We talked about pregnancy(Congrats Katie!), foot psychics (I need her number Ash), old Skyline crushes, Politics ( I am the only democrat I think, or at least the only one who spoke up. I held strong though I think), Bear Lake, an old scary abandoned house in the cove that we once broke into (scary at the time, hillarious tonight), death, Eddy's good news, Fifty Cent, Cancer, the crazy guy who broke into Sara's house with whom she spooned with, the dog that ran into Sara's car, the dog that Sara ran over in Mexico, Alex Smith, Paris Hilton, Vitamin Water (Holla), Max's ridiculous sleep schedule lately, Puerto Rico, Kim Kardashian's too-good-to-be-true butt, and ate the best food ever.

I swear it is always amazing to me how I can stay up so late with these girls, talking about at times, the most ridiculous stuff, get only 4-5 hours of sleep, yet tomorrow I will feel totally and completely recharged. It's like I crave this girl time I have with my friends.


And I'm not completely sure why. All I know is that I get together with this particular group of girls and it just clicks. We don't need games, or activities, or movies. We just need a place and each other. It's amazing how fast the time flies when we get togther. It's fun reminiscing. It's fun talking to other mom's about how wierd it is that we're moms. It's fun hearing about Jen's fantastic life so I can live vicariously through her for a few hours a month. It's fun hearing about people's exciting news, and what they are planning to do next. And it's also fun being able to discuss the not-so-great things that we are going through. It's validating. And it's amazing.


Now, if you'd have told me ten years ago, when I was a senior in high school that this particular group of girls would be my girlfriends, I'd probably asked you what you were smoking (no offense girls :).


But it has been amazing to me, how in the past few years or so since we've been getting together how much I've grown to love them. Through trials, and tribulations, to sucesses and changes, it's great to know that I've got people who can make me laugh ridiculously hard.


And if I never do anything wonderful like write for the New York Times, or work for the president in Washington that will be okay, because I know those people don't get to get together with these girls and laugh right into the next day.


And that my friends, is simply, wonderful.

THING 1 AND NUMBER 2

Okay, so last friday my girlfriends (holla) and our kids all went down to the Children's Museum to check out the special Sesame Street The Body exibit.


And I just had to share.


So you all know how great Sesame Street is and probably watched it yourself as a kid. Well they are great at educating kids on all sorts of things. And this particular exhibit was all about different parts of the body. Well, being the educators that they are, they weren't going to leave out any part of the body.


They had this little area all about digestion. Yes. Digestion. Complete with a mouth with chewed up food, green churning stomach acid, and yep (you probably guessed it)a large brown contraption that when you pushed it, farting noises, and diahrrea sounds were made, and an enormous hogie-sized (think subway subs packed full) long brown poop came out.


I kid you not. Seriously, my first thought was, who poops that much? Or rather, who's poops are that large?


Thing 1 couldn't stop pushing the button. And it was funny the first, seccond and even the third time. Then it was just embarassing. Yep, that's my kid. Obsessed with the poop. You shoulda seen him giggling.


Cracked me up.


If your in the mood for a little tutorial on digestion by our friends from Sesame Street, and have a pretty thick wallet, then head on over to the Gateway Discovery Children's Museum.


And be sure to take a girlfriend or two along, or a three year-old. Believe me, it's much funnier then.

PUERTO RICO

The Puerto Rico Vacation pictures are finally up on my other blog. Check it out.

Flight of the Conchords- Business Time

Just in time for Valentines day.

Okay, fair warning here. This is a little um, well mom you might want to steer clear, but everyone else, you might laugh your pants off, and then do a sexy dance right out of them like you meant too.

Thanks Ashley for sending me this. Too funny.

For additional laughs see Jenny, Albi(racist dragon) and hiphopopotamus Vs. Rhymenocerous.

A LITTLE LOVE SONG FOR MY LOVE

This is Dave Matthews and Tim Reynolds singing Lover Lay Down.

It is also a glimpse into my past. 11 years ago I met the love of my life. A senior baseball player with gorgeous grey blue eyes, curly hair, and the most gentle, loving personality. That guy that I met in art class went on to be my boyfriend for many years, and then after stealing my heart became my Husband.

It is amazing to me how even hearing the opening notes to this song can make my heart melt.

Ten years ago, when I was a crazed teenager this was the background to my falling in love with Hubs.

And even now the very sound of it gives me goosbumps and can make me fall in love all over again.


Loved you then, love you still, always have, always will.

Amelia

BLING-A-LING 2

Ya know what's funny about my previous post?

Well, I went down to get some more sunscreen from the little surf shop at the hotel cause I was beginning to look like a roasted pig on a stick and the only sunscreen they had had glitter in it.

I kid you not.


So thats what I get for mocking.


And you can look forward to my next resort don'ts post when I discuss the logic of combat boots at the beach. Riveting.

A LITTLE BLING

Did you think I was dead?

Well too bad. I'm not. Just enjoying a little time in Paradise. I thought I brought my cord that allows me to download pictures from my camera, but I guess I forgot that too. (along with everything else) You'll just have to wait until next week to be blown away by my fantastic photographic abilities. Ha ha.


But if I may, for a moment, I'd like to discuss something with you that I feel is necessary. Something that I feel is appropriate for us to get out in the open, and decide upon together.


Okay, are you ready? Here goes.


What exactly is the cutoff age when it is no longer appropriate to wear body glitter?


Now when I first posed this question to myself, (I know what you are thinking) my first instinct was to say, not a day over twelve. Then, I had to think back and admit to myself that I had been guilty of wearing body glitter in high school for certain reasons, which really isn't the point now, so then I decided on 17. Yes, this seems like a good fair number.


And let me just say, to clarify, that I'm not talking about body shimmer, or body lotion with a few glimmers in it. No, I'm talking about glitter. In gel form. That you apply to your body. In certain areas. That then sparkle.


Well, there is a lady that is travelling with our group. And for the reccord, she is the nicest lady ever, which is maybe why I feel the need to discuss this. Because it seems so tragic. Why in the world is such a perfectly nice lady wearing body glitter? I mean she looks like she got in a fight with tinkerbell. And it wierds me out.


Okay, so here is the thing, she is probably 6o. Seriously. I know she is just trying to give herself a little jushe, and make herself look fabulous, but really it's just making her look old. Way old. And pathetic. And well, I just want to take a sponge and scrub that stuff off of her. Is that wrong? I want to save her from her tube of body glitter.


And so this wonderful, nice older lady begs the question. When are you too old for body glitter?


Discuss.

























And yes. This is what happens when you have too much time on your hands.

SIT AND BE FIT

This is so funny I just had to share. Why is it that I'm going to the gym again? I can just get a Hawaii chair and sit myself fit.

http://www.hawaiichair.com/hawaii/

Enjoy your daily giggle!

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!