Thanks, Dear

I can't sleep.

Thank goodness I live in the land of DVR and I have my trusty ol' Jay Leno to help take my mind off of things. I'll be counting Zzz's in no time.

But no. Where's Jay? He's been skipped to make room for the Giants game. Because Heaven help us if Bonds hits homerun #756 and we miss it!

PS Not to mention tonight was Headlines.

What is the Fascination With Train Wrecks?

Really, I don't watch that much TV.

But every now and then, I must sink to some low. It's like I lose my mind and my better judgement.

I did take in a couple of episodes of Nick and Jessica. I watched more than a few episodes of Anna Nichole. I've even watched a bit of the Surreal Life. Who wouldn't want to see how Webster turned out?

I'm at it again. Is it just me, or will VH-1 and A&E give anyone a show?

First comes along this Scott Baio crap. Ooh. "Poor me. I slept with all the hot girls in Hollywood and my life sucks."

Am I watching? Duh. Just like the rest of the world, I was very obsessed with Happy Days and Joanie Loves Chachi, so of course I'm going to see how Scott Baio functions, or doesn't function.

But even worse than that - last night I watched the Coreys. It was horrible. Feldman, so far, seems to be okay. After all he's been through, he seems to have his head screwed on pretty straight. This could be due to the magic of editting, who knows. But Haim? Whatever drugs he did kept his brain from maturing beyond the age of 14. What a freak! The poor guys needs to buckle down and go get a job at the Gap or Hot Topic, because I don't think It is going to happen for him. Maybe he's just a regular guy that needs to figure out how to work the 9 to 5, even if it's not in front of a camera.

Sooo, what's worse, that I've watched these lunatics, or that I've put this much thought into it?

A&E should give me a show....

Not My Coke

If the coccain didn't belong to Lindsey, then why, in her mug shot, is there redness under her nose?

Baby Blues?

Have you ever seen a baby that you didn't want to hold?

What a horrible question for me to ask, I know.

There is a family in our neighborhood/ward with one daughter followed by four boys. The middle three boys are complete maniacs, and the fourth is a newborn that I would imagine gets pretty roughed up by his brothers.

Tuesday night at a neighborhood BBQ some 11(ish)-year-old girl, probably a friend of big sister's, held the newborn and was not gentle. I was really uncomfortable and really had to force myself to look away.

Last night at Scouts mom and sister thrust newborn into my Maddie's arms and the left the building for several minutes. I could see some distress on Maddie's face, even she didn't want to hold newborn. Why? He was filthy. His clothes were filthy, and had a ring from where the unchanged diaper soaked his clothes.

I rescued Maddie from the icky baby and strategically held the baby so his messiness wouldn't get on me. Fortunately, big sister came along before too long.

I'm a little ashamed of myself for being repelled by a sweet little baby, I wonder how this little one survives this lifestyle. I'm a big, somewhat strong grown up, but even I'm afraid of his crazy brothers.

The Naming of the Host

I am pleased with their choice.

Working My Way Out of a Slump

Why haven't I been blogging? Heck if I know. Just in a slump.

One or two things are helping with my slump...

This morning Isaac was wandering around the house singing an old Incubus song. I experienced a moment of silent giddiness. Silent because if Isaac ever gets the slightest hint that he is entertaining me he stops. Forever. Okay, not forever, but you get the idea. Anyhow, his Incubus singing did make me very happy.

I come from a family of Harry Potter fans. Umm. Fan isn't a strong enough word. Psychotic obsession may be more appropriate. I, on the other hand, have never read the books, and have only seen parts of the movies. But I might be on the verge of catching this fever, higher than normal with this weekend's book release.

Last night my 16-year-old cousin finished book seven and wouldn't share anything with me. Fine. I have other sources.

But I will officially predict, with all of my (lack of) Harry Potter wisdom that our young wizard is reunited with his parents. I have heard that there is a death, and my other prediction is that it's Hagrid. Who knows, maybe I'll finally, after all these years, get on board with the Hogwart's Train.

In other news... okay I have no other news. None. I've been very busy with not a whole lot to show for it. But I am enjoying not working. I've started to contemplate what 'extras' we'd have to give up for me to stay home permanently. Cable, internet, and cell phone for starters, so we might as well give up breathing too. So off to work I will go in late August, but with more reluctance than I had expected.

Cramming It All In

Tuesday in Provo Wednesday waiting for fireworks.

And then how much can we do in 37 hours, beginning Friday at 6:30 am?

Manti Temple

St. George Temple. We'll need to go back when it's not 112 degrees.

Snow Canyon

A short trip through

"Lavendar Days"