Good energy flowing in from the South-West, take heed.

I've been sleeping sooo restlessly these past couple of days. I can't stand not being able to lie down and automatically fall asleep. How do other people do it? Maybe I need a new bed time ritual. Maybe I just need a new bed. I'm thinking the latter.

I've never been a normal sleeper, I don't think. I move around A LOT!!! People have told me that they feel sorry for my husband when I finally do get married. I don't blame them; I feel sorry for my poor future husband. I've always looked at the whole Lucy/Ricky relationship as ideal (I mean it!) They are totally loving husband and wife, but they get their own beds! How awesome is that? I'm sure there were some nights that they pushed them together. They had a kid for goodness sake. But honestly, I've always considered that as being the perfect solution for my married life. Is that sad?

I'm not sure what position I tend to stay in sleeping. I feel that I am 70% side sleeper. But it's more of a twisty pretzel side sleep; hard to explain. But then there are nights where stomach sleeping is delightful or I need to be on my back. Pillows under my head, pillows under my legs, no pillows at all. It's kind of ridiculous sometimes the amount of positions I try before I can fall asleep. And then, I guess I keep trying to get comfortable throughout the night because I move sooo much. Slightly annoying (and that's me thinking that, could you imagine what my husband would say? It would probably be more than slightly). I thought that I would grow out of it, because that is what people said, so that by the time I was ready to get married I wouldn't get my husband out of bed (on accident). By this rate of growing out of it I won't get married until I'm 50. Forreal.

Then there is the whole trouble of directions. I feel that my body has this weird inner compass that only lets me sleep when my head is pointing the right way. Whether it's north, south, east or west. I'm not joking. This is a serious problem. Lately I've been sleeping with my head going South East, but last night I could not fall asleep for the life of me. I thought it was because I was sick so I got up and took some medicine and went back to bed. At this point my internal compass took over my body and laid me down with my head going South West (more west than south though). I fell instantly asleep. You may think it was the drugs. Hah! You would be wrong! It was totally my body needing to be pointing another way. I slept pretty good for the few hours of sleep after that.

The way I sleep is definitely interesting, there's no doubt about it. It's annoying and frustrating trying to figure out what my body wants to do, but I have been getting better at figuring it out closer to the start of the bedtime routine. It may be because I've been sick that I've been totally off my game. Let's hope that's it. I've become okay that I'm an abnormal sleeper and it may be my claim to fame one day? Okay, I guess I can't go that far, but it's all good.

My poor husband though... :/

Free Willy!

William attempted suicide. I KNOW!!! I was shocked. I mean he has a great life, which includes me so what does he have to be upset about?

I guess he could be upset that his water was low...but come on! When my room gets messy so does his bowl so he needs to deal with it right? Wrong. He tries to find a way out. So sad his little life came to this. It made me feel like a bad person.

I finally saw how depressed he was and how he would ignore me more than usual (I think he's been picking up some tips from Molly on how to ignore the people that love you and feed you.) but the thing that made me really take an interest in taking the time to clean his disgusting bowl was seeing that whenever he moved his fin would come out of the water a little. Poor William.

I was going to bed and was feeding him when I realized I needed to help a guy out. I wrote on my message board "SAVE WILLIAM!!!"

The next day I proceeded to do so, but when I was transferring the little fella from his nastiness into a clean cupful of water he jumped ship! I was talking to Emily on the phone and was so scared. I put her down on the counter and tried desperately to pick up William, who seemed intent on lying on the counter until he was as dry as it was. Every time I would pick him up he would wiggle away and my mind sped..."How long can he survive without water?" "This is really gross." "I can't lose him, I'd be a failure." "I'm not sure I like the way he feels." "One Mississippi...two Mississippi...three Mississippi..how long do I have?"

Finally, I screamed at him to let me pick him up and he did! I don't know how big a fish's brain is to begin with, but he must have lost some brain cells to give in and obey me. Holy Hannah! I was so relieved that he wasn't going to die.

William's bowl is clean, he's getting fed and his colors coming back. This fish has gone through rehab twice now. Once for being anorexic and not eating his food and now for this. I may have to watch him more carefully this time around so that he doesn't go off the deep end and shave his head or something.

Just keep swimming!

Ultimate Takedown? Meh, I'm for Peace.

Many of you may recall the blog where I did on all call "bring it" for a competition where I would kick butt. I may have stuck my foot in my mouth because I'm not as tough as I think I am.

I kind of gave up on the whole competition the week after I started. I mean, I was amazing and totally do good, but then I lost interest and stopped my amazingness.

Don't think you won. You didn't. I know for a fact you didn't do as well as you thought you would either. We both stopped and it was a mutual decision for no final throw down. You are good, I'm amazing and we'll leave it at that.

Loves you, mean it!

Dear Phelps Fans - You should have known, but if you didn't....

It's a day for all to celebrate!!! Because we are all PHELPS FANS!!! WOO-HOO!!!

So I turned to this month on my amazing Michael Phelps calender and found something to look forward to. You'll never believe it...

TODAY IS MICHAEL PHELPS' BIRTHDAY!!!

So in honor of Phelps from the ultimate Phelps Fan I send out a special Happy Birthday!!!



It's time to celebrate Phelps Fans, it's time to celebrate!

WE WON!!!

Sooo...I bet you all are wondering, "WHAT HAPPENED???"

I got sick! So last the fourth game win was supposed to be me all sarcastic about the refs and the abc announcers. Let's save some time...I hate them. Now that that's summed up. Fisher rocked that game and I love him to death.

Sunday! I worked... :( I missed the entire game and was happy to hear that we won the NBA Finals. Does this sound anti-climatic? That's how it felt to me. I was happy, but I didn't experience it with them so...I was an outcast and felt stupid.

THEN I watched it last night (yeah for MOXI...like TIVO, but so much better!) I couldn't help my emotions. I was ecstatic, proud, joyful...etc. etc. etc! At the end of the game during the celebrations I even teared up some. I KNOW!!! I'm a dweeb, but it is sooo awesome and I love the Lakers and I love the game. It's totally the best and I love everything right now! Perma-grins to go around!

So the Lakers are the best and are much loved and mean more to me than I thought. I wish I could watch the parade, but I have to work again. That's okay, we have MOXI! AWESOME!!!

If people had sent pictures we would also have a commemorative Lakers NBA Champions DVD, but you guys aren't as committed or something...I dunno.

Game 3 - Not Meant to Be

Here's what happened. The Lakers did not make their free throws. That's ridiculous! Come on!

I do love however that the confetti came down for the Magic's "win" with 0.2 still on the clock. They had to wait for all of that presumptuous confetti to be cleaned up before the Magic went for their final free throws and put them down for the win. At least they can make their free throws. Bah!

The game was close and the Lakers were able to stay close the entire game and only lost by four (108-104). If they had made those free throws...

Moving on. Some of my favorite things that have come from these finals are commercials. It's great that we don't just have presumptuous confetti, but also presumptuous commercials! Both Nike and Vitamin Water were counting on the Cavaliers facing off against the Lakers in the finals pitting LeBron against Kobe! Nike has some delightful puppet commercials that alternate as to which player teases the other. The best is when LeBron doesn't make it and is left alone with asthmatic Dez. Check it out...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FtzQ0eXVoJo&annotation_id=annotation_875250&feature=iv

You can then watch the rest after that by following the links on youtube. You should, because it just gets more and more delightful. YAY!


Now Vitamin Water had a "who is better" contest with LeBron versus Kobe. It is quite dramatic and pretty awesome to watch.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v9ilXA1bHg8

Then LeBron and his team don't make it and Dwight Howard does! What are they to do? Do a mocu-mercial with Dwight Howard, Duh!!!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-wi1U4supHk

It's delightful and a pretty clever way to correct their oops. Congratulations Vitamin Water.

Despite our loss tonight everything is good. It's just one game. And the only one that matters right now is game 4. Moving on to bigger and better things.

The Candyman Can!

Who can take a sunrise
Sprinkle it in dew
Cover it in chocolate
and a miracle or two?

The candyman
The candyman can
The candyman can cause he mixes it with love and makes the world taste good


Lamar Odom, our beloved candyholic set the pace today for the Lakers. He contributed in every way on the court and it paid off today. Woot-de-woot. So eat some Gummy LifeSavers in his honor. YAY!

At half-time we learned Trevor Ariza's story and it's a sad one. His younger brother suffered a tragic accident and died when Ariza was only ten. He says he can feel his brother with him always and even named his, now one-year-old, son after his brother Tajh. Such a good story. I love the feeling/idea of those who passed on before us celebrating with us, proud of us and watching over us.

It was a close game and even went into overtime. Luckily our boys got into the game and closed it, giving the audience free tacos, with 101-96. This was a happy house. We were so nervous and Heather said that she was sweating more than Kobe at the end of a game. Eww...



At the end of this game, as he made his way to the locker room, Kobe met up with his girls and playfully wiped sweat off onto them. GROSS!!! Hahaha! What a Dad.

Actually, we looked pretty good at the end of the game. Game faces still on because this isn't the end. We've got two more games to win...