Supernatural

Over Thanksgiving break this past year, I took my girls out to Kansas City to visit my sister Terri, and her family. We decided ahead of time that we were going to have a movie-marathon and pig-out on junk-food. (Don't TELL me you don't have weekends like this...) Terri had mentioned to me that she had 4 seasons of Supernatural on DVD, but I had never heard of it. It sounded interesting enough so we began our 2-day marathon, watching the full DVD set of the first 2 seasons. I was hooked! It's basically about these 2 brothers, Sam & Dean, who fight evil (ghosts, vampires, demons, to name a few) in their quest to save the world from succumbing to the Apocalypse. I'm a big fan of battles between good & evil, hence my movie choices of Lord of the Rings, Harry Potter, etc. This show though, really takes the cake because it has action, humor, hot men, and an interesting take on some of the key players in God's army. If you've never seen it before, just watch it some Thursday night. I've downloaded some of season 5 to my iPod to watch on my extremely boring flights to Phoenix, so don't tell me what happens. I will leave you with a quote from one of the characters in the show, named Bobby. Supposedly evil spirits and demons are repelled by salt. Bobby had a demon in his house so he grabbed his shotgun and said, "get the hell off my property before I fill you so full of rock salt, you crap margaritas". It's that kind of humor that keeps me watching.

My day

What a great day. Did something amazing happen? Well..no..but it was just one of those days that you feel really good about. It started off on the right foot, I got a great night's sleep. I'm one of those people who has to have 7 or 8 hours of sleep a night to function like a human. Any less than 7 and I act like Sleeping Beauty from the Shrek movie, you know, the narcoleptic. Anywho, everything went just like it should for a Wednesday. At some point this afternoon I realized how lucky I am. I'm pretty healthy, my kids are great (except when they're smothering me), I have a great bunch of friends, my family hasn't disowned me yet and for the moment, I have a job. Can life get any better? Well sure, it could, but I'm pretty happy with what I've got. Just think how much different the world would be if we were all grateful for what we had. I have bad days too, but I try not to dwell on them. Afterall, what can you do about something that's already happened? I think tomorrow I'll keep this good feeling going. I'll make sure I pay it forward, whatever 'it' is...I'll think of something.

Pet-peeve of the week

Oh how I love my kids. I feel I needed to start with that so I can briefly break away and say how easily annoyed I am by them. Oh I know, I'm a terrible mom for saying that publicly but you know all you moms think it from time-to-time. I have my favorite spot on the couch, close to the arm, you know, where you can only fit ONE person. My eight-year-old sits right next to me, every time we are in the same room. When I say she sits right next to me, she literally leans into me so my right arm is basically sandwiched in between us. Sure, it was cute the first hundred times, but now it just makes me crave my 3 feet of personal space. Her sister, on the other hand, tries to sit by me but gets kicked to the floor or tackled like she's a quarterback who never saw that hit coming. Yeah, it's funny at times, but mostly just annoying. I want my spot back...the one that has at least enough room for my arm to move around. It's just not the same when I tell her to 'scoot over' and she moves an inch, only to ease back against my arm again. Kids. I love them, I really do, but scoot over!