Just a few more seconds and we get to my favorite part of the Super Bowl.

So far I haven’t been disappointed. Folks at this party seem to like the Tide Stainstick commercial the best.

Personally, I loved the Diet Pepsi Max.

Be back in a minute with my commercial report. Are you ready to love Justin??

Clean margins!!!

Many days I look at the news, and I want to go and bury my head in the sand. What kind of world have we created for our children?? We work hard to teach them to play fair and be kind to others and then I look around at the adults in the news and wonder what role models they have.

And then I read WhyMommy and the hundreds of bloggers who have been supporting her throughout her battle with breast cancer and I breathe a sigh of relief. There are good people in the world. And their energy and love and caring for another they’ve never met renews my faith in the possibilities for good.

Susan has written so many posts over the past eight months that have inspired me, but this one really spoke to me–made me cry. So to Susan I bestow my nomination for the January 08 Perfect Post Award.

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John Edwards is about to announce that he’s getting out of the race.

I knew his odds weren’t great, but I liked his messages. I like what both he and Elizabeth stand for.

It was just bad timing.

Don’t get me wrong. I’m not disappointed with my remaining choices. I am over the moon that the two top contenders are not white men. I’m proud of my country for finally considering candidates for their experience and knowledge rather than dismissing them due to their skin color or genitals. It’s about time.

But still…there was just something about the Edwards. I would have been proud to have them represent my country too.

Following a line of reasoning I haven’t quite wrapped my own head around, Mr. 3 is feeling even more invincible now that I’ve convinced him not to wear Pull-Ups today.

Up on the bench in my kitchen, squaring up to his brother:

Mr. 3 to Mr. 5: Punch me in my penis.

What is this boy going to be like in college??

The biggest surprise about blogging has been the incredible community that exists to laugh together, cry together, mock each other and when necessary bolster each other in times of need.

When the diagnosis first comes the emotions can be overwhelming.

When treatment begins a sense of hope begins to flicker.

When treatment begins to fail we say all the words we need to say.

Even though we prepare ourselves, even when we know it’s coming, then end always shocks the system.

This fine gentleman left our world yesterday, but not without leaving a gift for us all in his daughter.

Kris, you and your family are in my thoughts.

So yesterday I was in the bathroom at work.

(Nothing ever ends well with that type of introduction.)

Apparently, I was in there for a bit and so at “completion” I didn’t realize that my right foot had fallen asleep. I discovered it quickly however when I stood up and promptly fell over hitting the top of my head on the door to the stall.

This is my life.

Not really.

But I could if I wanted pay for a spot on one of the boats here.

Working outside the home can be a real drag somedays. Pleasing picky clients, figuring out one more way to do the same thing another way, sitting in a meeting when you’d rather be chaperoning your kid’s class trip…these are just some of the downers, but then there are days like today…

Days when I am at a conference—here–in January. Or days like tomorrow when we have a free afternoon to do as we shop or sit on the beach please.

Don’t hate me for this small favor.

Believe it or not there is another Amie (yeah she spells it Aimee, blame our parents). According to her this other guy (Hi RC!) has decided to declare today a day of delurking.

After assuming the horizontal position for most of the last sixty hours with a fever and sinus pain that made me consider poking my eardrums with sharp scissors just to relieve the pain, I am now watching The Wedding Date for the second time in a row.

Now I’m willing to concede that it may be that I’ve been staring at the same four walls for the last two and a half days (or not) but DAMN Dermot Mulroney is H-O-T hot!

Why else would I be watching this for the second time today?

Debra Messing’s cute nose?

No!

The hair.

The eyes.

That sexy scar.

I think I have a thing for brunettes.

Sheesh! I’m still boy crazy at 37. Not really. But it’s fun to look.