Love, love, love

I heart this website. I can't decide which is my favorite. Either the bladder ("urine for a treat") or the hypothalamus ("glandmaster flash"). I just want to cuddle them. Oh, wait! I can. And check out their blog. It's actually pretty educational.

Crocodile Blah

The other day, I was thinking about how every song ever created is probably at least one person's favorite.  It makes me a little sad.  "Crocodile Rock" is someone's favorite song.  When Elton John starts playing it in concert, someone starts jumping up and down screaming because that is the sole song for which they bought tickets to his concert.  It's not that I dislike Sir Elton that much.  I think he has a few songs that are even favorite-worthy.  "Your Song", for instance, is excellent (especially Ewan McGregor's version).   

"Sugar Shack" by Jimmy Gilmer & the Fireballs...that is someone's favorite song.  Okay, now I'm really depressed about the future of humanity.

At the Risk of Sounding Like a Commercial...

I lurrrvv the new Kashi Mayan Harvest Bake frozen entree! It's sweet, salty, savory, nutty, spicy. It involves plantains, yams, ancho chile sauce, amaranth (what the heck is that?) polenta , and pumpkin seeds. I know it sounds a little odd, but Kashi makes it work. To quote one of my favorite book characters, Little Pea: "Yum. Yum. Extra yum."

Go try it. You can thank me later.

The Accidental Thief

Well, this was one of those things that as soon as it happened, I said, "Well, there's a blog post right there."

I went shopping on Tuesday and tried on some tankinis at Old Navy. Unfortunately, with me nursing and not ACTUALLY being a 14 y/o girl, the styles they had there made me look like a hoochie mama. So I ended up getting a really cute one that I didn't have time to try on at Target later (I went to go find a picture of it online, but dang, there are a lot of tankinis at Target dot com, so just trust me, it was cute).

Okay, so I got home, changed my pants, and lo and behold, I'm still wearing some black Old Navy bikini bottoms. Yes, I felt very stupid, and yes, I did return them. The guy (yes, I had to explain this to a male cashier) was very friendly about it, but secretly, I'm sure he was thinking I was a lunatic.

Really, New Moon PR People? Really?!?

So my wonderful husband had to run to the store the other night and knowing that I'm secretly a 14 y/o girl an avid reader, he brought me back a copy of this week's Life & Style magazine with this cover (we're each allowed one age-inappropriate celebrity crush, and mine is currently RPattz...his is Emmy Rossum, but he gets extra bonus points for saying it's because she looks like me even though that is not true. At all):

Secretly being a 14 y/o girl Concerned about the cast's emotional welfare, I perused the article. It turns out that the film's publicity coordinator a rogue crew member sent out a press release revealed off-the-record that Edward Robert Pattinson is jealous of Jacob and Bella's whatever actor plays Jacob and Kristen Stewart's burgeoning relationship. And of all the cute new werewolves. And it turns out that when he sweats, it doesn't in fact turn into sparkles but rather b.o. like the rest of us.

So help me, if they send out a press release that my age-inappropriate celebrity crush is in an accident while filming his death-by-sparkle scene and Kristen Stewart has to rush to his side, heads will roll. Roll. Of course, now I've given them the idea.

TGIF

I was travelling all last week to visit Bill's family (baby + 4 hour delay on plane ride - naps = NOOOOOOOO!!!), hence my absence. Whenever I go too long without blogging, everything starts to seem like a good potential blog post. Then, I sit down in front of the computer and ((blank stare)). We got some really good pictures. I also downloaded all Bill's parents' pictures from their camera from the hospital and our visit last fall. It was so neat to see pictures from those first few weeks that I'd never seen before.

While sitting at the airport (and by "sitting", I mean "pacing in front of Gate D32 for 4 hours while Delta repeatedly promised it would be 'another 20 minutes or so' looking for a spot where I could feed my son without becoming an exhibitionist"), I started thinking about things that I've never done. Not like "go to Paris" things. Just things that I've never done, whether I have any real interest in doing them in the future or not. The thing that got me started thinking about it when I realized, riding to the airport, that I've been with my husband for 6 years, and I've never driven in Atlanta (where his family lives) nor do I really have a desire to. On the drive, we passed two wrecks and a recliner sitting in the middle of I-75 that had just fallen off someone's truck. I'm sure it was about to cause a third accident.

Things I've Never Done:

1. Driven in Atlanta

2. Watched "Tommy Boy"

3. Mowed the Lawn
4. Given Sonny a bath

5. Swum out further than waist deep in the ocean

6. Pulled an all-nighter

7. Juggled

8. Bought anything from the Swann's man

9. Run more than a mile

This is really one of those infinite lists, so I'm just going to stop.