Every kiss begins with . . .

(Apologies to Kay Jewelers, but their tag line is very well known here, and as a communications nerd I find it to be an excellent slogan). Their commercials say, "Every kiss begins with Kay." And because I'm blogging about it, the ad is obviously a success.

I was reading a Dear Abby that talked about how jewelry commercials raise the bar too far for men and set unrealistic expectations in women. I agree, they probably do. But do I smile at the "I love this woman!" commercial? Yes.

Todd is good about making me feel appreciated and loved, and he surprises me and shows me he loves me. Surprise flowers are great, and I always melt just a bit when I see he's made the bed. Do I need him to slip a diamond bracelet on my hand while we're stopped at a red light? Not really. Because in real life, the little things someone does to show he loves you are so much sweeter.

Yesterday I was gathering my purse to go to work, and I saw a fresh pack of gum had been placed in my purse. I looked in the other pack and, yup, there was only one piece of gum left. Todd had noticed I needed gum and had gotten a new pack and put it in my purse. I loved it. It was such a random sweet thing for him to do, showing that he pays attention not only to my neurotic habits, but also to my needs. The little things truly are the key to romance.

Would I love a one-time diamond gift? Sure. But would I rather have a husband who constantly pays attention to me and tries to make me happy? Absolutely.

I'd love to hear (i.e. read) the rest of you gush about your husbands or boyfriends (and then maybe mention it to him when he comes home from work tonight).

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I am so very excited and pleased with how good LOST is this season. It's finally back on par with the first two seasons (in my mind, season 3 didn't really happen). The episodes this year have been awesome. Agree?

If you watch LOST, continue reading. If you don't, start watching it now. It's as good as everyone says.

The flashforward AND flashback in last week's Sun and Jin episode was awesome. It's so nice to finally be confused and interested in the stories. Last night's episode was good as well. Having Michael on the ship was a good trick. But why won't the island let him die?

I read a really interesting theory here (it's a really long link, but if you're a total LOST nerd it's good reading). The theory makes a lot of sense, but in light of last night's episode I'm not as sure any more. Based on this theory, the people on the island eventually die anyway because they were supposed to die on that crash. So why would the island not want Michael to die? Weird.

And sad about Walt not trusting him, again. And didn't the kid in the window look like 2004-Walt, not now-Walt? Because now-Walt (at least the Walt who appeared to Locke) is tall and looks more like a teenager than a child. Random.

It's too bad about Rousseau and Carl dying--I liked the crazy Frenchwoman. Who was shooting at them? The Others? More ship people we aren't aware of? Locke??? He's a psycho, so it could be him.

I love how dorky I can be with this show again! (Although, based on the article I linked, I am not close to being as huge a dork as some LOST fans. Sad.)

So, no more LOST episodes until April 24. But really, ABC, you've created television heaven by having Grey's Anatomy and LOST on the same day, back-to-back. Yeah, 10:00 LOST bites, but Thursdays have just gotten many times better.

Any LOST theories?

Reeeeeebeeeels!

71 UNLV, 58 Kent State. Awesome game.

And now Kansas on Saturday--the national exposure will be nice. Scary team, but fun challenge.

Yea for Lon Kruger making UNLV a good basketball program again (and for the players stepping up and playing great basketball). I love it.

Runnin' Rebel fever

(This picture is from http://unlvrebels.cstv.com/; I should probably give them credit)

UNLV is again headed to the NCAA tournament. I'm so excited.

This weekend was pretty much the best ever, because I got to work in my yard and attend three days of basketball games. The Rebels took the MWC tournament, again, and it was again a great game against BYU. I bleed blue during football season, but my basketball loyalties will always be in Las Vegas. I've been to at least one UNLV basketball game a season since I was about 8 years old (growing up I was my dad's basketball buddy and I loved it. Those memories are probably a huge factor in my Runnin' Rebel adoration.).

So yea for Rebel March Madness 2008!

Spring forward

So for the first time in my life, I slept through a time change and was late for something--something important, such as church. We were 45 minutes late. Only because we got texted by my dad and our brother-in-law. If not, we would have arrived for church an hour late thinking we were totally on time. We're dorks.

Fortunately we have several lame excuses, as follows:

• The "spring" time change (it's not even spring!) is usually the first weekend-ish of April. Not the middle of March.
• No one told us to remember the time change (and apparently we're not official adults yet, so we need reminders or we whine)
• I was in a media blackout all weekend--I didn't read the paper (which had reminders) or visit the Internet, or watch TV. And in my defense, I had media blackout because it felt like it was 80 degrees outside Saturday morning and I was working in the yard.
• My cell phone didn't get the memo about changing its time at 2 AM, so my alarm was not valid
  

I believe that's the end of my sad excuses. How embarrassing for us. It actually was hilarious and I couldn't stop giggling about it last night.

And p.s., why don't we revolt and just get rid of these stupid time changes? Arizona (and I think a few other states who aren't as close to my own so I don't remember their names) don't participate in the time changes. Good for them. Another reason to settle in Arizona.

Has anyone else done this? Were we the only ones who missed the memo yesterday? (This cute family in our ward arrived at the building 10 minutes after us, so at least we had company.)

Quite contrary

After I bought the house I realized I greatly enjoy gardening. I loved landscaping the front and back yards and the upkeep that comes with those projects--weeding, planting and updating flowers and plants, etc. I love it.

But a garden isn't complete without fun random points of interest. Like statues and other friends available at all landscape stores.

One of the many things Todd and I agree on is that pets are bad bad things. Yea for small miracles! So instead of pets, or kids (at this point), I have garden children. And I love them. They have names. I have the Tiki Tiki Tiki Tiki guy, Mo the fish, Purpura the large bird, and Jugo the small orange chiming bird.

This Christmas I received my fifth garden child. And it's a gargolye! A garden gargoyle! Remember how at Notre Dame Jen decided gargoyles rock and she wanted one for the house? My friend gave me this little guy for Christmas, and I love my garden gargoyle and new child. His name is McPing.

So, mighty Internet and blogging friends, I introduce you to the newest member of our family, McPing. Notice how he vigilantly watches over the back yard. Protecting us from . . . whatever gargoyles protect you from.