Alright, I have my head back on. I also took Mellie Bean's career quiz and don't quite know what to make of it. I seem to be in the wrong career. Yet, none of the careers have any sort of common link. Special effects technician? Really, No. 2?

1.Lobbyist
2.Special Effects Technician
3.Actor
4.Criminologist
5.Director of Photography
6.Set Designer
7.Director
8.Professor
9.Anthropologist
10.Costume Designer

Hold that girl back!

Prodigal Blogger and I have often had this ideal of the morning, day, and night man. The guy you wake up with and have breakfast, the guy you spend the day doing fun things, and the guy you spend the night doing other...fun things. The ones you can have and your husband/boyfriend will just have to understand. The men we've named before have changed over the years, but right now, it seems I have a pattern going.

Morning - Sendhil Ramamurthy (aka most beautiful Indian man ever)


Day - Gerard Butler (aka green eyed, slightly rugged, baby Bjorn carrying, Scottish "vermontian")


Night - Clive Owen (English. Tough. Looks good in a suit. oh, sigh.)


Sorry, the hormones have clearly gotten a hold of me.

I'm back. Married and pregnant.



I'm just messing with you...I'm not pregnant, but I've already been asked about 100 times since I've been married about a month ago. Dang, people...give me a chance to get used to being married before I'm supposed to be spawning.

Maybe people just think it's the next step and you know how everyone has to rush to that next step in life. Maybe people just think I'm getting a little old and had the urge to remind me of my shriveling, soon to be useless, ovaries. Maybe people just think I'm acting a little hormonal, what with the food cravings, even though I have always craved food.

Maybe people think that I'm pregnant because I even got married.

Or maybe people just think I'm fat.

Anywho, here we are.