I know today is a holiday, so technically I should be taking it off. But how can I, when there’s so much to talk about?

*drums fingers on table, looks out window*

Okay, maybe not SO much to talk about. But whatever, I’m here. So I’ll talk.

I finally realized that, for whatever weird reason, my DirecTV DVR just suddenly stopped taping Friday Night Lights, like, back in November. I’ve been so busy that I just assumed it was on a break and would return. Which was my bad, because now I missed the last four eps or so, and they don’t seem to be planning to rerun them anytime soon. I got the finale, by scrambling on Friday to tape it, but I don’t want to watch it without seeing what leads up to it. I know, I know. I’m such a bad fan! But now at least I can watch from the beginning on NBC. From what I have heard from those lucky enough to see them, the last few are REALLY worth the wait.

(You will notice I did NOT plead with YOU to watch FNL. Because that is your choice and I don’t want to be pushy. I have been bugging one of my babysitters to watch my DVD of Season One for weeks now, and realized maybe it was kind of obnoxious. But, you know, if you want to watch, feel free and all.)

That’s the nice thing about books. The technology is simple. Open, turn page, read. Ah, the basics. Right now I am about the luckiest girl in the world, as I received an early copy of the LAST in the Jessica Darling series, Perfect Fifths, and I am currently devouring it. I am only a few pages in but can tell you that it, too, is more than worth the wait. So, so good. In the car, I’m currently listening to David Scheff’s Beautiful Boy, which is a nonfiction account of his son’s battle with meth addictions. That’s happy driving material, right? But it’s actually really interesting. Although I wonder if all these audiobooks—Valerie Bertinelli’s memoir, the bio of Tom Cruise, meth addicts—are really what Sasha should be listening to in the car. I looked back at her yesterday, during a particularly brutal and heartwrenching description, and she’s just sitting there in her carseat, eating her crackers from her snack cup, looking out the window. Maybe I should start playing some Raffi once in a while.

Finally, I’ve come to a realization: I cannot have Fritos in the house. Like, at all. I bought a bag on total impulse two days ago, and they are already gone. Gone! I just have no self control when I know they are only steps away in the pantry. So I have to learn to resist when the evil, Frito-loving part of my brain says things to me in the chip aisle of the grocery store like, “But it’s the Superbowl!” or “But it’s going to snow!” (Which it is, tonight. Why do I associate Fritos with snow? No idea.) Anyway, I’m over two weeks late, but THIS is my resolution for 09. We’ll see how I do.

Have a great day, everyone!


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