My boss, Jeff, told a funny story the other day. He helps to coach a basketball team for 10 year olds and was calling them the night before to remind them of practice. At one house, a young boy answers the phone. Jeff asks if his mom is home. “No.” Is your father home “No.” Who is this? “Thank God.” Huh? “Thank God.” Jeff feels like he’s made a mistake and asks for his brother, Daniel, instead. He tells Daniel about practice and then asks who was on the phone earlier. “Thank God,” Daniel says. Fine, he thinks. They’re all crazy. The next day at practice Daniel shows up with his brother, who is wearing a school jacket. On the sleeve it says “Thank God.” This is the child’s actual name. No, seriously. Why did his parents name him this? We all have our theories, but no one knows for sure. So think about that next time you think your name is bad.

I was watching “Lost” last night for the first time. I know, I always jump on the bandwagon second season. I was chatting with my friend Matt, on IM, who watched the show last season but complained that it can sometimes irritate you. Case in point: we come to a suspenseful point in the plot. Matt writes “Commercial break in 5.” Huh? “4……3…..2…..1.” At the exact moment he writes 1, they go to break. How did you know that?! “Because that’s what they do EVERY FREAKING TIME.” Oh. So then I’m wondering, what happened to the kidnapped kid? Matt says “oh you’ll find out…..IN 7 EPISODES.”

Damn, this is an annoying show.

I missed the season premiere of The OC last week. How did such a travesty occur? Well, I’m going to blame The Patriots and their stupid first game. I got talked into watching it and totally forgot The OC was on. This week, I did not make the same mistake. It was already, not spectacular, I think they’re building on some good storylines. Now I just have to watch them send it all to hell as usual. I’m still pissed about Kirsten’s sister/Ryan’s girlfriend that they canned last year.

Nate brought home dinner from Friday’s, which was excellent, and surprised me with some flowers. I can’t say surprise, really, because he’s always doing sweet things like that and I’ve come to expect it. I’m spoiled Anyhoo, he fell asleep on the couch while I was talking to my brother on the phone. Suddenly, I don’t hear him snoring anymore, I look over and he’s not on the couch. He’s on the floor, in between the sofa and the coffee table. Face down. Not snoring, for once. And Toby is licking his head. Hilarious.

I haven’t posted in a few weeks because, frankly, my work blocked my webpage. It also blocked any site that comes from Revise Media (both Nate and Beth’s blog). I’m guessing it’s because I spend so much time on them - which doesn’t explain why I can still connect to my favorite GH Spoilers page. Shh, don’t tell them. It’s all I have left in the world.

It’s a strange thing, what makes you feel fat can very from day to day. I ate some cake on Friday night and felt fine and today I ate two chocolate chip cookies and want to sign up for the fat farm. Seriously. I googled it and everything (googling, by the way, makes it real). These desserts were left over from a meeting and a bunch of people were eating them and complaining about how FAT it was going to make us. And while some of us (me included) should legitimately worry about it, these other women were thin. I’d say they were being paranoid but then I have to remember that I was once in their place. Oh god, and let’s not even mention how I looked it the frosted window today. It’s an issue.

I going to google some more of those farms. Maybe I can start this weekend.