Michael Copon Should be Jacob

I repeat: Michael Copon should now and forever be cast as the older/hotter Jacob Black.

I was at Julie's about a week or so ago and got to catch up on some braincandy reading about Twilight, and there was an article about casting someone new for the new and improved Jacob. There was this suuuuuuper hot guy as an option, and when I looked up close I recognized him. He was the model in the Pac Sun ad I used to have plastered to the other side of my binder in high school. The opposing side had pictures of my boyfriend, whom Andrew said looks EXACTLY like Mike C. (we're that close now, don't worry. He likes it when I call him Mike).

With that said-he is hot and I feel it's time for a good ol' fashioned Hollywood crush.

Found mine! Now they just need to hire him...

Operation Official Stalker Planning has begun.

Just in case you are not aware and you live in the Portland Metro Area...They begin filming the second Twilight film/book "New Moon" in March.

Which means this: thousands and thousands of screaming teens will be stalking Robert Pattinson in all his hotness. This also means it will be incredibly easy to find him, and as we are all over 21 a lot easier to follow him into bars, get him inebriated, and make out like crazy.

Sadly-we are all married. BUT-I need a new BFF anyway. Not really, but hello, not gonna pass up the chance to be Rob's (cause we're close now) new best friend. Kristin Stewart may be a good angle to get in with the R-O-B...so we'll see.

;)

P.S. I have no idea if they're even filming the second one in Portland. Beginning research NOW.

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Stupid. Filming the new one in Vancouver, B.C. mostly. Portland is not even on the darn list. Rome, L.A., and Vancouver, B.C.

We could always drive.

GOOD NEWS!

I'm NOT pregnant!!!! After a week of being seriously concerned, and a pregnancy test I tried to take four days ago but didn't get enough of a "sample"....argh...I took another this morning and am officially NOT with child.

Which is what we wanted. We want to get some travel in before babies take over. I'm signing up for 19 credits this coming term, and it would be a little tricky if my body was raging with hormones...Also, and this would be the ultimate bummer...I would have been 8 months preggo for our planned trip of Barcelona...which would have resulted in no trip. Bottom line: we're excited for babies someday Rae Ann so quit pestering me!

The not so good news associated with this-something is wrong with me. Since I'm not pregnant I think I'm going to have Liz's mom check me for diabetes. I've been severely lightheaded and dizzy lately, have begun to get migraines(lame), and am a MONSTER when my blood sugar gets low/I haven't eaten. I thought it was just Isagenix, but I've been back to three meals for like a week now...same problems I've been having since the fall, but I keep going to my OB/GYN instead of a primary care physician. Will have to rectify.

I always feel like a grandma when I talk about my health issues, so I try to avoid it in person as much as possible. But it's my blog, I feel it's a titch more appropriate.

Guilty Pleasure

So this band of three white boys rapping started a few years ago. I was introduced to them by an old friend from Texas' myspace back when I still had myspace...and have been dancing(secretly...until now that is..) to this song in my underwear around the house ever since. Andrew laughs at it and recognizes that since they're "white bois" he cannot use his normal phrase "you're so black."

This song is their poppiest song, but I LOVE IT!!!! If you have small children they do say the word "ho" in the chorus, so unless you want to explain what a ho is....

SHUSH GIRL-SHUT YOUR LIPS-DO THE HELEN KELLER AND TALK WITH YOUR HIPS

Le Sigh

Date night number two was a huge success. I really do love Andrew and we really can have fun anywhere. We went to the Portland Art Museum and laughed at all the ugly things and appreciated the ones that were not.

I know I know-art is relative...blah blah blah. I took art history, I get it. I was however, EXTREMELY excited to see Monet and Degas and Picasso and almost all the other greats right here in my home city. Houston only has like one Van Gogh and it's the size of the Mona Lisa...very disappointing. The most shocking part of the evening...as I saw the huge Monet from the other side of the room and immediately recognized his work I walked as close as I could to see the brush strokes. When Andrew stepped next to me he said "I don't like it." I said "that's your right. But regardless of how you feel-it's Monet." "Who's that?"

Yes. Really. hahahahahaha-I married him because he's the man I need, not because he's the gay friend I want.

Then we had chinese food in Chinatown, which is the smallest Chinatown ever, and being completely taken over by the Pearl...but we had loads of fun and then consumed one of those 1.00 bags of fortune cookies and took bets on whether or not the car got broken into. Which it didn't. THEN we went home and watched "Rachael Getting Married" or whatever it is called-great film overall. Very real, but totally awesome. THEN he cuddled with me while I watched TWO HOURS of Grey's Anatomy/Private Practice crossover week 2. It ends next week...which I'm REALLY excited about...

So I love my husband. We have fun together. He really is my best friend. I know this may go away for a while, and it will take hard work to keep-but it is totally worth it.

And just so you know-last week I honestly didn't like him. I didn't like him or want to be around him and questioned why I married him in the first place. Even though he's a saint, and more than any woman could ask for-I really couldn't stand the sight of him. So I highly recommend date night. Once a week where you can go and intentionally spend time together, even if you don't leave the house...which you should. I recommend it so much that I am willing to babysit twice a month for anyone who wants to start a date night. Seriously. When I say anyone I mean Julia and her family, and Rae. I don't know who else would stumble upon this and think I would really watch their chitlens.

So I know that if I can get to the point where I cannot stand the sight of my nearly perfect in every way husband, that everyone else can totally get to the point where they hate their spouses. SO GO ON A DATE!

Loves.

Belize seems to be all I can think about

I am very tired lately I've noticed. Completely lethargic. I can sleep for 12 hours and still be tired. I'm not really sure what's going on, if I'm depressed, or just lazy...could also be the fact that I'm not eating much, but normally when I'm on Isagenix I'm more energized. I've had a random middle of my cycle period for almost a week now...totally pissed btw...but I'm trying to get excited for date night tonight. We're going to the Portland Art Museum and out to dinner. What grown-ups we are. :)

First I have to go and explain to my writing teacher that yes, I know my group is supposed to present today, but no I do not feel comfortable having to watch a movie first about a gay poet and his trials growing up Indian and gay. I am not a supporter of homosexuality, but I have many friends who are homosexual. While I will never agree with their lifestyle I love them as a people, but I'd prefer not to watch Brokeback Mountain and the like. This film is of the indie variety, so to start off it doesn't make sense. I love indie films by the way, please do not be confused. But on top of it not making sense, it is written in the format of a poem-fluid and nonsequential with emotions on high the whole time and constant statements that are made to make the viewer feel uncomfortable. This movie does make me uncomfortable, but not in the way the producer intended. It doesn't make me question my treatment of Native Americans, or my view of the poor homosexuals in all their disrest. It does make me want to get up and leave the room because it has nothing at all to do with Writing 121, and I'd prefer it if my professor wasn't raining his agenda down on me. If I had chosen to watch this in my spare time, and went with friends because we wanted to support the message that would be one thing. The fact that I'm now being forced to watch two men whisper to each other and kiss each other on the kneck is appalling. I discussed this idea and how the rebuttle may be that homosexuals are forced by society to watch heterosexual films from birth. Even this though has no foundation. If I were raised in a home or society where homosexual issues were rained down on me through every entertainment outlet available, by now I would have built up a tolerance to the situation and it wouldn't bother me.

But I wasn't. Homosexual cinema has only become mainstream in the past few years, and I personally am not drawn to it. I don't watch scary movies because I'm not excited by them, I don't watch homosexual themed films because I am not excited by them. Fortunately he's not completely retarded, and gave us the option to write about one of two films....but I do not want to watch the rest of the crappy movie, I just want to turn in my assignments and fulfill all of the other things that are necessary for my grade. I'm going to diplomatically approach the subject and see what he says...

I think I just failed a math test too, I hate math.

Bad mood, tired all the time, mystery period=crappy week.

Let it snow and rain and snow and rain

I am a huge slacker in that I love it when inclement weather relieves me from my duties.
I am also addicted to The Bachelor this season. If he doesn't pick Melissa I'm going to be PISSED!

I want to travel. Desperately. This year. Which means I just might have to get a job...which sucks.
I love holding babies. I also love giving them back when they start crying. I'm not ready to be a mom.

I have planned out my schedule for next term, and am going to register for 19 credits. The 16 I'm taking this term are not overwhelming me, so I see no reason to take the same/less. I would take more than 19, but I'm only allowed to take 20 max at PCC...only like 23 at PSU. Stupid.

I'm supposed to be revising a paper right now. But it will only take me like 30 minutes anyway and Andrew won't be here to get me until like 2:45 anyways...which means I have officially 20ish more minutes to procrastinate.

After I turn in the revised paper I'm watching a movie for the rest of class...and then half of next class too. My writing teacher ROCKS. The fact that I have to take this stupid class for the third time because my credits won't transfer=fail.

I like Rae Ann's husband. I like Rae Ann more. I would love to find out more.

I like Julia with long hair better, I don't care what Rae says.

Melissa is having her second (or third...I'm not sure..) baby shower on Saturday. Which also happens to be Valentine's Day...which will also be the only year V-day falls on a Saturday for like five years or something like that.

I tell Andrew that I think V-day is a stupid holiday created by Hallmark to fill in the gap between Christmas and Easter, but then get upset if he doesn't do something.

Our anniversary is SOON! We're almost officially one year married. But what does that really mean anyway?

I want to go to Barcelona, South America, Greece, or a Mediterranean cruise this year. I have decided against the big "all over Europe at once" trip so soon as there's no stinking way it could happen. One place-possible.

I think I'm done. I'm doing Isagenix and it makes you need to potty a lot. So I think I'm gonna go do that.