Don't vote for Ryan!

You know that little window to the right that shows you glimpses of different parts of the world? No? Well, look to the right. A little further...there. You see it? Well I put it there because I thought it would make me happy, and allow me a few blissful minutes of peace as I watched a tree blowing in the (smoke free) breeze in France, or a boat rocking in the (non-trash-filled) harbor in Syndey. I wanted to share this blissful peace with you, dear reader. Instead, it makes me MAD! Why are those lazy Frenchies eating at a quaint little bistro when I am stuck at work??? Why is it ALWAYS dark in Japan? (oh, right - time difference. Moving on.)

On a separate note, I am beginning to think that the radio staiton I listen to at work is a little, shall we say, inappropriate? I was digging through some files this morning (yes, WORKING) when I noticed a beep-beep-beeping coming from my office. When I went it to investigate, I realized that the DJ's were repeated hitting the cesonor button because some chum was wigging out about the Julie/Julia movie. This made me realize that my favorite station (KROQ, for those of you who might not know!) might be a little less than office friendly! Between the screaming music, the censored discussions, and generally un-office-y topics, I'm wondering if I shouldn't dial things down a bit. But, I'm still contemplating. I haven't done anything drastic yet! I mean, when I am here at 6:30 every morning, I NEED my Kevin and Bean fix to keep me going! What would I do without those guys?!? Speaking of which, anyone reading this needs to go to the KTLA website and vote for Kevin and Bean. If you vote for Ryan Seacrest, I'll cry big tears of sadness and never speak to you again. NEVER! Ryan is a pathetic looser with a lame sense of humor, and I don't like him. But, I also don't like Americal Idol or scrambled eggs, so I take it I'm not in the majority on most things.

That is all for now, dear friends. Carry on!

My Cup Runneth Over (onto my new shoes)

I have decided to take on sewing. Why, you ask? Well, my friend who lives in my desktop, let me tell you. I have mastered the art of cooking (those who have eaten at Chez Formerly Known As can attest to this fact), I have graciously accepted the "Mom of the Year" award 3 years in a row (quite a feat, as my only child is 6 months old), am an excellent housekeeper, my penmanship is superb, and my dogs are perfectly trained. It's true, I tell you! All true! So, as I have conquered every other aspect of proper wiffey-ness, I've decided that sewing will be my next challenge. Because, as we all know, I have an infinite well of patience from which to draw, and, as with all my other endeavors, things will turn out swimmingly. Just you wait, you naysayer, you! I will have you pounding down my inbox door, begging me to sell you one of my crafty creations in no time flat!

I am feeling quite adventurous these days. While at Costco the other day, contemplating between a 14 gallon jug of shampoo and a 56 pound bag of peanuts, I proudly announced to the Huz that I want to go skydiving for my 30th birthday. He laughed and told me no one we knew would be willing to go with me. "Ha!" I said. "I don't need a mere mortal to accompany me on my quest for all things exciting! I will soar with the eagles, be one with the clouds, and ponder the wonders of life on my own as a fling my body towards Earth, trusting in the parachute strapped to my back, hastily packed by a minimum-wage earner on a Friday afternoon at 4:59pm...uh, hang on a second here." As you can imagine, my arguement as to why this was a good idea quickly lost steam after that. What if my chute didn't open? What if I forgot which cord to pull? What if I CHICKENED OUT? No way. I'll celebrate my 30th birthday (which is 8 months away, I'll have you know) tucked safely behind my (as yet to be purchased) sewing machine, making crafty things to sell to the masses on Etsy. Maybe I'll bake a cake, too. I am a good cook, after all.

Aaaaand we're back! As most of you know, Lyla's surgery was a success, and they sent us home only 4 days after she had open heart surgery! It's been a crazy whirlwind of activity, but all is well in the Formerly Known As Laurel household. Messy, and totally disorganized, but at least we're all present and accounted for.

In other news....Lyla has discovered she has a taste for hair. Namely, MINE! She developed a fantastic new skill in the 9 hours I was gone yesterday, and has decided that a handful of hair not only makes a great handle, but is also a tasty snack! Blech! Guess I'll have to shave my head. It will make for some unfortunate family pictures, but worse things have happened. At least I'll save money on shampoo for a while.

The Huz is staying home with Little Miss this week, and has been planning on working from home while taking care of her. Ha! The fool! I came home yesterday to a totally wiped out husband holding a cubby-cheeked energizer bunny. NOW he understands what we moms have known for thousands of years- you can either go to the bathroom or eat, but not both.