It's not me, it's you....

Or the other way around. I heard today on the radio that there is a chemical reaction for the feeling of "Romantic Love" in our brains. Coincidentally, it only lasts for a year before it wears off. Then, I guess you are stuck. This makes perfect sense to me know when I think about past relationships and how they never really lasted more than a year. Except for one, and I got married. It really does make me wonder about the notion of romance, and how really, no matter how many relationships you have, that little chemical will one day burn off. Then it is said, that relationships move into a more stable kind of love. Ah, is that what you call it? Not that I don't love being married, fellow readers. I do. It's great. But it seems so funny to me that your body "tricks" you into certain situations. Tricky tricky!

No Babies Yet!

Welcome to Baby Watch 2005. Unfortunately, Jeremy and I won't be seeing our new neices for another week or so. They have to stay in another 7-10 days to let their lungs develop. They aren't quite ready yet! So the wait goes on, they'll probably be here the second week of December. I feel bad for Kirstie, she's ready to get those kiddos out. Alas, you cannot mess with Mother Nature.

Lopez Island

Kate and Jesse with cookie bag.

Mah-Jong Madness!

Kate

Me and Jeremy

This weekend Jeremy and I joined our friends Kate and Jesse and visited her parents on Lopez Island. Got our butts up at 6 am to catch the early ferry out to the island and had a good time. We brought the mah-jong set with us and played a marathon round of mah-jong until all the wine was gone. I love going up to the San Juans, I can see myself living there one day- maybe having a small cupcake bakery and a little farm. The weekend was only dampened by the fact that I FOUND A GRAY HAIR IN MY HEAD. Sigh. Another sign that I'm not a spring chicken anymore. Bummer.

Idaho? No, YOU da ho.

Today someone told me to have fun Ho-Ho-Hoing. Granted, it was an ending to a Christmas list email.

I saw that Idaho? phrase on a t-shirt once. I really wanted to buy it. But then, would I be revealing too much?

By the way, some people are just so pushy about wanting to know about my thoughts and life happenings. Yes, I'm talking about you, Brian...

Have a nice day!

It's not a tumor!

So lately I've been getting the most hideous headaches throughout the day. It's really been an all day thing, I wake up with one and most likely I go to sleep with one. I am thinking maybe it's SARS or something equally hideous. Wouldn't that just be the perfect topping to my horribly hideous week?

Ok enough pity parties... I don't have any new pictures of me and the mustache, I'll have to bring the camera into work this week.

Two Words.

Final Countdown.

If you don't know the song, listen to it. If you watch Arrested Development on Mondays... laugh your butt off when you think of GOB doing magic.

Learn it. Live it. Love it.

You Don't Say....

I kind of look like Will Ferrell in Anchor Man. Sexy.

GO VOTE!

It's that time of the year when you can exercise your freedom of decision making- make your voice heard!

http://kittenwar.com/

Sugar... oh sugar sugar...

I think I've had too many cookies today. Can't blame a girl for finding a box of discounted Halloween cookies at Thriftway. I think I've eaten two bats and a pumpkin. They are divine. Judge me not. I know you had that Snickers for breakfast the other day...

Speaking of which, I am determined to cut off the Twix. I have two mini-Twix left at my desk (I ate the third one for breakfast) and once they are gone, they are GONE. The detox shall begin.

Halloween was so much fun, I got to wear a fake mustache and hang out with my nieces. I think the mustache is quite fetching, if only it didn't make me sneeze all the time. I could wear one for each day of the week! You'll notice in one of the pictures Emily is not wanting to let go of the pumpkin bucket. She's pretty strong for a two year old, just you watch, she's going to be on the next version of American Gladiator.

I finally ran in my first race this weekend- the Dawg Dash. Too bad I got passed by a little fluff ball dog and a 5 year old. What the hell. I'm an adult! I'm SUPPOSED to win. I'm going to stick with it, keep training and keep running. It's been good for me. We'll meet again 5 year old, then I will leave you in my super-sonic dust! Oh yes, we'll meet again.