My Condolences to BBells

I just read that B's boyfriend, Delonte West, has been traded to the Cleveland Cavaliers. As you may or may not know, B and Delonte have had an ongoing relationship for some time now. When she first revealed her crush to me, I have to admit I was skeptical. At first glance, he appeared to be a 6'4" version of Lucky the Leprechaun (especially in that Celtic green). But subsequent viewings have allowed me to see what B saw all along: the angular jawline of Tom Welling, the stunning cheekbones of Brad Pitt, the dreamy eyes of George Clooney, and the taut and chiseled buns of Aaron Bellessa. Really, when you throw in the crossover and ability to hit the 3, the guy is the complete package.



So, my condolences, BBells. No longer will you get to cheer your boyfriend on from Key Arena or enjoy romantic after-game trysts at the McDonald's drive-through. We'll see if you can make the long distance thing work; and if not, I hear Robert Swift is available and also loves McDonald's.

A Tribute to the Number 10

Apparently Stacy is trying to take over our blog and give it a "feminine touch." Well, consider this my effort to take back the blog and post about things that are really important (i.e. music, sports, food, film, and the like).

Many of the ancient Greeks, including Plato, argued that 10 was the perfect number because of its spontaneous existence in nature (think 10 toes, 10 fingers). Recently I have noticed that a number of things I love have been affiliated with the number 10.



The album "Ten" by Pearl Jam is one of my favorite albums of all time. The band chose this name because it was coincidentally the number of their favorite basketball player: Mookie Blalock.



In Rainbows by Radiohead was my favorite album from last year (I know I annointed Neon Bible #1 in my music post, but I love them both equally) and was released on 10/10 (the physical release followed on 01.01.08) and was linked to a "tenspiracy" because of all the coincidences it shared with the number 10 (for more on that see here: http://puddlegum.net/radiohead-01-and-10/).



Most know that I love the Utah Jazz and many may also know that their longest winning streak since 1999 ended last night at the hands of the Sacramento Kings. Before its demise, the streak reached ten games and the Jazz became just one of three teams this year to have a winning streak reach double digits (the others being Portland and Detroit). A look at the streak:

1/18 Lac W 106-88
1/21 @Lac W 109-93
1/25 Sac W 127-113
1/27 @Hou W 97-89
1/28 Sas W 97-91
1/30 Nyk W 100-89
2/1 @Was W 96-87
2/2 @Mem W 110-91
2/4 Nor W 110-88
2/6 @Den W 118-115



And, of course, my hot wifey was born in the 10th month of the year. Maybe the ancient Greeks were right.

The Nanny

I have to say that I have no reason to complain about my job because it is basically the easiest job ever. It is the only job that I can think of where I can have every weekend and holiday off, I can pick and choose which days I want to work, and still be able to come away with some decent pay. It is probably the closest thing to being a parent without dealing with all the disciplining (well, not all of the disciplining anyway), bath, bed times and sleep deprived nights.

I thought I would post a few comments and phrases that I find myself saying on a farily regular basis:

1. Did you wash your hands? With soap? (You would be surprised how many times "no" comes out without hesitation.)
2. Mommy doesn't want you to do that......she told me.
3. What do you say?
4. Please share....
5. No I don't want to pretend that you are killing me, putting my body in the oven, and eating it for dinner! It's not very nice! (I'm not kidding, this is an actual conversation I had with a 5 year old today.)
6. Shhh........the baby is trying to take a nap.
7. It's really sweet that you want me to stay for dinner, but I need to get home so I can eat dinner with my husband.
8. I'm sorry that my car doesn't have four doors like your mom's, but mine works just as well.
9. Please, please, please can we start your homework now?!?
10. No, you can't go in there. Mommy is trying to work!

This is an exchange that I had with a 12-year-old girl that I thought was really funny. We will just refer to her as Jill.

Me: When is your birthday?
Jill: November 2nd. My birthday was on the same day that President Bush was re-elected. Some birthday present for me!!

And before the birthday conversation, Jill had just got done singing me eight verses of her made-up song about Captain Jack Sparrow. *sigh* What a day.....

From Seattle to New York City

Lately our blog has been filled with reviews of music and movies, and never ending posts about this season's outcomes with the Utah Jazz. All I can say is....boring! I have decided to take it upon myself to revamp our blog and add a little feminine touch that has been long overdue.

We have been living in Seattle for about two and a half years now and have loved every second of it. Seattle really is a great city but lately I've been feeling like I'm just done living here. For me, Seattle has become too much like home. I have roamed all the different neighborhoods from Madrona, to Ballard, to Wallingford, etc., and have experienced all the fine dining and small boutiques the city has to offer. I used to love getting in the car and exploring different areas, hoping that I would get lost so that it became a small adventure finding my way home. This rarely happens anymore because I've become too familiar with my surroundings.

So, I'm hoping that when Tyler finishes school our next little living adventure will be N.Y.C. From a young age I knew I was meant for the big city. In fact, the running joke between me and my family is that I missed my calling in life and that I should be tap dancing on Broadway. I've only been to N.Y.C. one time (for Jason and Erica's wedding-which will go down in history as being the best wedding of my life!) but I was instantly in love!

On Friday we had a primary activity in which Sara made scripture cases for all the kids and teachers. Then, she brought puffy paints for us to decorate them. I decorated mine with the letters: I heart (the shape) N.Y. Just like the t-shirts that they sell on the streets. But as it turned out my little design was a hit. Milo asked me if he could have mine and being the mean and selfish primary teacher that I am, I said no.

So, Lady Liberty, if it is meant to be, then I solemly swear to never complain about the freezing weather in the winter, the humid hot weather in the summer, or the rats. I'll be there in a New York minute!