Since I Went Ahead and Talked About It I Suppose I Should Give Some Sort of Update

So my new diet/exercise regimen is going pretty well so far. I got my new headphones that clip onto my ears and stay snug as a bug when I'm out walking. I'm still just at the brisk walking phase but may work up to running at some point. I haven't decided yet since I'm in a pretty good groove with the walking and alternating it with my stationary bike. Anyway, I've lost five pounds and feel wonderful despite Jason eating barbeque buffalo wings and Moose Tracks ice cream with butterscotch topping in front of me. Someday that metabolism of his will fall completely to pieces. Mark my words. But anyhow the point of the story is: Go Me! (Insert Snoopy Dance here.) I went ahead and bought myself a new swimsuit for this summer and I'm actually looking forward to wearing it. I can be pretty dedicated to things if I get in the right frame of mind.

P.S. For all you Buffy fans, I will include this photo of Nicholas Brendon doing his verision of the Snoopy Dance.

P.P.S. No, I will not post pictures of myself in the swimsuit. I do draw the line somewhere.

You Learn Something New Every Day

Because up until now, I totally would have considered a plastic bin to be a suitable storage device for a toddler. Thank goodness.

Part III of The Travels of Aragorn

The King of Gondor charges through the field of dandelions...




....until finally thwarted by the mighty- and inquisitive- Avis Toddlerius:

Mmmmmmmmmmm.

Friday night: Went to the movies with Jason. Yesterday: Slept in until 9:30. Last night: Met Juan for a drink in the city and then joined Sasha to see Hubbard Street Dance Company.

Life Good. Me Happy.

File Under: Things I Just Can't Sacrifice or You're Never Too Young to Be Embarassed By Your Mother

Juliana hates it when I sing in the car. Not just a little bit, but a LOT. She also complains that the music is too loud all the time even when the speakers are turned off in the back and the volume is way low. Yesterday, I drove to Rockford to meet Sarah and her daughter Julianna (with two n's!) at Alpine park and there is just no possible way I can be in the car for an hour with no music. There are also only so many renditions of B-I-N-G-O or Old McDonald I can take in one sitting. So I popped in one of my mix cds with a bunch of my favorite songs (which strangely have been the same songs for going on ten years now) and attempted to drive and keep my mouth shut.

Basically, I discovered that is physically impossible for me to listen to music while driving and not sing along. I kept forgetting and belting out the chorus to Liz Phair's "Polyester Bride" to which Juli would yell, "MO-OM! STOP. COPYING. THE RADIO!!!". So I would try again to quiet down and end up mouthing the words to myself and banging my hands on the steering wheel while bopping my head back and forth. I never fully realized what an intergral part to driving yelling along like a weirdo to the music was until I was forced to stop. I can not just sit and listen to the likes of Ani Difranco, Tori Amos and Concrete Blonde. I can't do it. So I cheated a bit and sang quietly when I thought she wasn't paying attention and got away with it for the most part with only a couple of reprimands. I don't think I really sound that bad, but of course that's just me. :-)

We're definitley going to have to do something about this.

Come On Baby Light My Fire (By Match Only Please)

In the car this morning, Jason and I heard on the radio that it is now illegal to bring a lighter on an airplane. That sounds pretty good right? (Other than the fact that why was it still legal to bring one in the first place after that shoe bomber guy?) Then they went on to say that it is still just fine for smokers to bring matches onto a plane.

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That was basically my response.

Apparently I have to check a nail file or tweezers but god forbid anyone have to search around for a light once they reach their travel destination. THINK OF ALL THE CIGARETTES THAT WOULD GO UNSMOKED for the twenty mintues it took to go to the little airport convenience stand to buy more matches. WON'T SOMEBODY THINK OF THOSE POOR CIGARETTES???

At least they had the common sense to ban bull whips.

Perfect Example of Why There Should Be a Written Test Before You Are Allowed To Procreate

Britney's Bun in the Oven

Britney. Honey. If your new slacker husband left his previous girlfriend to be with you when she was eight months pregnant with his second child, you might want to consider taking some time before diving in to that whole makin' babies together thing. I know you probably think it's like, totally romantic and stuff and that everyone-in Hollywood-is-doing-it-so-why-can't-you but come on girl. At least Madonna has some brains.