About the Brittney interview

Since everyone knows that I am celebrity news junkie and I am going to share with you my thoughts on the Brittney Spears interview. It's so bad I'm having a drink while I watch it.

1. She looks trashy with her boobs hanging out. Sloppy, trashy, and lazy. I understand that she is pregnant, but if part of the idea of this interview was to prove that is a capable mom she is not exactly exuding confidence.

2. In some a ways I feel sorry for her. But driving with the kid on her lap and in the forward facing carset all slumped over is just irresponsible. First she said it was because the media was chasing her. Then she said it was becasuse she's country. Honey, pick an excuse and stick with it.

3. Tabloids are part of the problem, but I do think she attracts the attention sometimes. See above.

4. Spit out the gum. You're on national TV. It doesn't make you look classy.

5. You can't justify your actions by saying that your "country" and then get upset because people call you a redneck or white trash.

I spent so much time typing that I can't think of a title.

It's not Noah's party but damnit, he'll cry if he wants to.

We went to a birthday party yesterday for one of Noah's friends and he had a blast. He ate lunch (fruit, hotdogs, chips) and was introduced to the virtures of Cheetos by his friend Drew. Mr. John (the music teacher from the JCC) was there entertaining the kids with his guitar and Noah was dancing with his friends and having a grand old time. It was hotter than two pigs in heat on their wedding night but Noah could have cared less, especially when they brought out cake.

Anyway, Noah was sitting and eating cake with three of his friends and they looked so cute that I decided to put a festive party hat on Noah's head. That's when he lost it. As evidenced by the above picture. And for the record, I took the hat off as soon as Noah started crying and he just kept on crying. It should also be noted that his checks are not flushed from the heat but orange from the Cheetos. I just think this picture is funny. So funny that I might have to use this picture on his birthday invitation. . .and at his Bar Mitzah and wedding. Who needs the token naked baby pictures when you have angry-cheeto-eating-party-go'er?

It as at this point that I would like to take a moment and express my complete and utter loathing of Phoenix in June. And probably July, August, and part of September. It's hot. And miserable. And it's completely unnatural for it be be 100+ degree at 10am. Or 96 degrees at 10:30 p.m. (which it was the other night). It was 112 - 1113 degrees this weekend. Which is normal for Phoenix in June but still miserable. My APS bill is going to be insane this month because we are slaves to air conditioning. I know that I should be used to the AZ heat since I grew up here but I'm not. I want to be able to get into my car and not burn my leg on the hot seat belt. I want to walk from point A to point B without breaking a sweat. Yeah, it's nice that it's a dry heat, but it's still really hot.

In other news, we moved into the new house and are getting settled. Most everything is unpacked and so far Noah is loving having a bigger space to run around in. His favorite hobby of late is drinking (milk) and driving (his hot wheels) around the house. Through in a little Do-Wah (Wiggles) and he he's a happy camper.

Here's another picture of my little coach potato. Channel surfing like a typical man while wearing his favorite sleep shirt. . .his Wiggle "Sailing Around the World" concert tee.