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someone told me yesterday that if you do something for 21 days it becomes a habit that can’t easily be broken. i call bullshit.

so, to test the theory i’m going to go to the gym for 21 days straight, rather than my “once in a while when i’m bored” current gym habit. and because i hate going alone i’m trying to talk marky into taking part.

it’s funny the things i’ll do out of pure spite.

this weekend lo, my friend aimee’s daughter, had a family birthday party. trying to figure out what to buy a seven year old when you don’t have one isn’t easy. so i picked the toy i’d like to play with the most: a kid’s airbrush tattoo kit. i can’t wait for my pink tribal arm band!

when i was in the bathroom i couldn’t help but notice an empty beer bottle alongside the mouthwash. looks like i don’t have the only family where you have to drink in secret.

i’ve just been outsmarted by a one-eyed, fat pug!

for the past two days daisy’s been limping around the house. i checked her paws closely to make sure she didn’t have any glass in them from the mighty two-buck chuck fall. nadda, but i still felt guilty and gave her a treat. a couple times a day when i felt really bad her limp may be my fault, i gave her a treat. today, when i noticed she was limping on a different paw i suspected she was faking to get food. i waited until she went into the other room and peeked around the corner to watch. the minute i’m not in the room her limp disappears. that little bitch! and here i thought she wouldn’t like her new low-fat treats.

summer’s here. i know this not because it finally stopped raining, but because flyboy and i made our beginning of summer trek to the drum circle today. it wasn’t as entertaining as last years first trek, but there’s an entire summer worth of sundays left. iguana guy was there with the iguana wrapped in a baby blanket. the only other item of interest was the guy serenading a tree. seriously.

this is not where i wanted my last bottle of two buck chuck to end up! i’m such a klutz. the worst part is that was the last of the case chady-bear brought back from cali. now that he’s on a mission i don’t think he’s going to rush home to smuggle cheap wine back into utah. damn.

baby ike finally made an appearance into the world last night. he’s beautiful and totally worth sitting through an entire episode of oprah for! midge being uber cool, as always, had ‘i like ike‘ pins for all to wear.

i call this the cross-over talk. when ben talks on his cell phone he uses his right hand for his left ear and the other way around. it drives me nuts! i don’t think you should have to be a contortionist to talk on a phone. he also does it when driving which makes it extra interesting.

Go here to read my newest column. It’s all about the paddles this week, kids. And oddly I’m still wanting to go back and try kayaking. It couldn’t have anything to do with the fact they sell pink kayak’s, right?

i just noticed the inside tag on my jeans says “god loves you.” i don’t need my jeans to tell me that, i went to mormon primary. i’m also jesus’ sunbeam.

and, is it just me or does it seem odd to have god so close to my crotch?