Did you hear that a new movie about vampires or werewolves or something like that is coming out this week?

Dude, of course you know that Twilight: The Movie is coming out on Friday!!

Of course!

Like me, you probably read the books in a few short weeks and then reread them and then maybe listened to them on your iPod.  (NERD!)  Heck, my love for the teenage vampire/warewolf love triangle love series went international this summer.  (Super Nerd!)

I’ve been perusing the interweb for new trailers of the movie and more pictures of Edward/Rob perfectly disheveled hair.  (I suspect it took Edward the first fifty years of vampire life to perfect his coiffure.)   (I mean seriously, look at his hair.  It’s so lovely and just the way I like it and you know it takes him hours to style even thought he probably says “I just wake up and go”.  LIAR.)

(Seriously, I would lick his hair.)

(Why all the parenthesis?)

(I can’t stop.)

I admit I hadn’t been that excited to see Twilight: The Movie.  (Oh yes, I must refer to it this way.)  (I think it’s funnier to refer to it as Twilight: The Movie.)  Mostly because I didn’t want the story ruined for me in anyway. But then I watched a commercial for it last night and decided that I’m just going see the movie and just enjoy the ride.  While it would be fun to see the movie on Thursday night with all the super fans, the reality of my life (hello, hello full time job and toddler!) I won’t be seeing it until Saturday afternoon. (I bought my ticket yesterday.)  But, thankfully, I will be seeing it with a gaggles of lady-friends.  And then we’ll be going out for a sushi lunch.  I imagine lunch will be quiet.  We’ll all be too busy thinking about Edward and trying to figure out how we can leave our husbands and find our own teenage vampire.  (I love pretty close to Forks. So I think I have an advantage.)

Right, as if I’m the only one with these thoughts.

(I lean a little more towards Team Jacob.  But I can totally appreciate Edward’s appeal.)

I’ve mentioned my penchant his messy hair, right?  Oh la, la, la.

So while I love, love, love The Hair I admit to being a little taken aback while watching the free Twilight: The Movie trailer on iTunes this morning.   I mean, since when do vampires sweat?

I guess it seems logical that if vampires have Super Sperm they would also have Super Sweat.  Maybe antiperspirant (and condoms?) don’t work on vampires awesome bodily functions.

So tell me, when will you be seeing Twilight: The Movie?  What are you thoughts on it?  And will you be wearing your Twilight inspired shirt your mom* sent you?  Oh, right it was my mom that sent me a Twilight shirt.  (Super Duper Nerd!)

* My mom has been a Twilight fan since years before it was cool to be a Twilight fan.  My sister recently borrowed my mom’s copies of the books to read.  Get this, my mom made notes in her books.  She highlighted Edward and Bella’s first kiss and wrote “First Kiss - Magical” in the margin.  I AM NOT KIDDING.  My sister reported that my mom also wrote “Edward is beautiful” during another pivotal scene.  Good Lord I’m glad I didn’t borrow my mom’s copy.  I could not handle that.

I have yet to call my doctor to reschedule Monday’s failed colonoscopy.  I know I need to do it before the month is over.  I know!  Instead of making the phone call to my colon doc today I think I’m going to call around for some quotes for a maid.  I wonder if only having them clean three of our four bathrooms will save us some money?

You see, I’m extremely good at ignoring something in hopes that it will just disappear.  (This, for the record, rarely actually works.)

I have a lot going on in my mind and with my body right now. But guess what?  I’m not ready to talk about with the interweb.  Why is it that I’m totally comfortable sharing the epic story of my colon and my foray’s into nudist resorting, and yet there are certain things I’m still not ready to say out loud type out?

Yesterday, while visiting a new doctor for a totally non colon related appointment, she asked me, “are you here for your eating disorder?”

“My what?”

“Your eating disorder.”

“I don’t have an eating disorder.”

“Oh.  Sorry.”

I like to think this was just a case of mistaken identity and that I don’t look like I have an eating disorder.  However that looks.

I ate rice crispy treats for dinner last night.  Babboo has taken to waking up in the middle of the night and yelling out for The King.  The King, still asleep when being called out for in the middle of the night, has taken to sleeping with Babboo in his crib.

No, The King doesn’t fit too well in the crib.  Yes, he wakes up every morning with cramped legs and bags under his eyes.

I’m working with a reader on a super duper awesomely cool giveaway.  I’m hoping to have it ready by tomorrow.  Or maybe Monday.  Stay tuned, for it will be super duper awesomely cool.   And, be assured, you will want some of this giveaway action.

I’ve been perusing the interweb for some crafty homemade Christmas gift ideas that I can make myself.  Crafty people like this lady and this lady inspire me.  I have piles and piles of felt that is dying to be made into lovely gifts for the people I love.

The King and I have been fans of Gossip Girl for quite some time.  We might not fit into the typical GG demographic (or maybe we do), but we love the show.  But lately, what is up with Jenny Humphrey’s new hair cut?  And could she maybe ease up on the charcoal eye make-up.  Also, how can I get my hands on all the awesome trench coats they wear on that show?

When uploading a video to my 80G iPod last week I was informed that IT IS FULL.  Full! As in I have 80G worth of crap on my iPod.  So full of crap that I wasn’t able to fit the latest Charlie Brown episode on it.  Thankfully I was able to delete some old Bear Grylls crap to make the needed room. Sorry Bear, but Good Old Chuck is a priority in our house.

Did I tell you guys that my younger brother is out of work right now?   The poor guy has a wife, two adorable kids and a mortgage.  And um, no incoming income.  I’m desperately trying to assist him in locating a income.  It’s been a few weeks and, unfortunately, he’s getting very desperate.  So if any of you know of a job in Utah, I’d be happy to send you his resume.  And maybe some cookies.

My mom just sent me an e-mail informing me that Southwest is having a sale on plane tickets from Seattle to SLC right now.  $79 , each way.  I remember when you could get them for $49 each way.

Did I tell you about how I caved and did something my mom used to do, that I totally hated?  Yeah, I bought my husband and child matching shirts.   And then I made them wear them with matching pants. And matching shoes.  And then I made them sit for some pictures.

HAAA.  Am so evil.

But come on, how freaking cute are these boys and their little matching shirts?  I’m half tempted to find myself a coordinating outfit.  I hate being left out.

And thus ends the post where I talk about everything and also, nothing.

We left London on Sunday afternoon at 1:00.

We arrived in Seattle on Sunday afternoon at 3:30, although the flight was something like ten hours.

We got to our house at about 6:00 last night.

Babboo feel asleep at 6:01.

I went to bed at 8:00.

I woke up at 4:00 this morning and was to work by 7:00.

My mom arrives tomorrow to stay with us for a week.

Give me some time to catch up on all my damn e-mails and the work drama that I missed. Oh yeah, and download the hundreds of pictures I took.

Of course I’d rather be here:

More pictures and stories forth coming.

(I haven’t watched TV in English in weeks. Or read a newspaper. Did I hear right…did Mohammad Ali really kill some girls?)

The King has been trying for months to rearrange the flights for our upcoming European Vacation.  Yesterday some flights opened up and we were able to get better flights.  When traveling with a toddler “better flights” constitutes “at night” and “direct”.  (Let’s not talk about the fact that this little ticket change cost us enough Frequent Flier miles for an entire other ticket to Europe!)

So now we’re flying to Europe directly.  No 24 hour layover in Newark.  (Sorry New Jersey, we’ll catch you next time!)  And we’re flying on a better airline company.  And dude, we’re flying at night.  Which, I think, means Babboo will just sleep through the flight  and all will be magical and blissful and full of reading time for mommy and sleeping time for daddy and nobody will want to kill us when we land in England.

One can wish, right?

This little ticket change also means we’ll be on vacation longer. But only an extra day at the beginning and an extra day at the end. So yeah, one more day in Berlin and London.  Bring it.

Yesterday was spent with me frantically trying to find some cheap hotels online using my usual methods. Thankfully all was successful.  (I am actually quite happy with the hotels we scored for this trip.)  (Expect a full report when we return.)

We don’t leave until Monday afternoon.  At which time our lovely friend will be moving into our house to pick up our mail, feed our cat, eat our food, sleep in our bed and order p*rn on our PPV for the three weeks that we’ll be gone.  Here’s hoping he remembers to not leave any water on the counter tops and to water the plants in the yard.

Presents still need to be purchased for our friends in Europe.  When I suggested to The King that we take them some famous Seattle Chocolates he just rolled his eyes at me.  Oh right, we’re supposed to be the one bringing chocolates back from Europe. Not the other way around.

I guess that means I’m taking them the left over iron-on shirts I made for all the kids in Babboo’s class.  Today’s his last day there (he starts his new school in October) and The King and I wanted to leave everybody with something to remember our little genius with.

(And yes, I did all of the ironing on the bathroom counter top at work today.  And no, I wasn’t caught.  Not a single person had to pee in the time it took me to iron 15 toddler sized shirts.  It was an ironing miracle.)

I’m going to try my hardest to post while we’re away.  (Thanks to the lovely Carrisa for being the guardian angel over holaisabel.com while I’m gone.) I mean, what if I run into Rob Lowe again? I know you’ll want to hear about it.  So here’s hoping some of our hotels offer internet in the lobby as we’re not taking our laptops with us.  But have no fear, like always, I have some fun things lined up for all of my lovely readers while I’m gone.  So don’t forget to check back.

You won’t want to miss a minute of it.

Peach out.

(I always type “peach” instead of “peace” [I just did it again].  So now I just give in and type “peach.)

Man, a blogger even mentions ovulation and y’all think she’s done gone and got herself knocked up.

Lesson learned:

Don’t blog about ovulation.

It wasn’t until Sunday afternoon when I got a text message from Heidikins asking me if I was really pregnant that I realized, “crap, the interweb thinks I’m pregnant!”

Oopsie.

So yeah, not pregnant.

Not even thinking about becoming pregnant.

But, thanks for being so excited about the thought of me being pregnant.

At least someone is!

Here’s the thing, I spent last week reading my latest SDBBE book, “A Midwife’s Story”. It was about, you guessed it, natural births. And not just any natural birth, but natural births in the early 1980’s.

Oh yeah, and they ladies giving birth were Amish. And it was a true story.

Needless to say, I had babies on the brain.

(While I totally think the Amish rock, I must say that I’m glad I’m not one. I’m a lazy sack of crap and wouldn’t last 2 days in their world. I’m just saying.)

I finished the book yesterday afternoon. Which is good. Now I can turn my attention off of natural childbirths on back onto more important things like…

This morning the bus was full. I ended up sitting next to a nice business man. Once we got into the city the bus riders began to exit at each stop. This left the bus virtually empty. And yet, I didn’t get up and move to my own seat. I sat there next to the nice business man.

Is this weird?

Should I have gotten up and moved to my own seat? I mean there were like 30 empty seats.

Seriously, does anyone know the proper bus etiquette for this situation?

The great interweb pilgrimage to San Francisco begins today. And while I chose to not attend this year, I’m still feeling a little pang of regret for not booking a flight. Instead of wallowing in the sadness of missed friends and parties (and maybe celebrities?), let’s instead talk about The King’s National Nude Day (NND) proposal.

What is National Nude Day, you ask?

Well, you can probably deduce that it’s a day where people are nude.

You’re right, nudity is involved.

You can also probably deduce that it’s a National thing.

Okay, it’s really not. It’s more of a world wide holiday then just an American holiday. But National Nude Day sounds better then World Wide Nude Day. Plus, I’m not sure how it would translate into every single language. So we’re sticking with National in this instance.

So what are the specifics of this proposed National Nude Day?

Well, head over to AndSoSheBlogs to read my guest post which offers up more information about National Nude Day. And join the discussion as how you’d present yourself on this very special occasion.

For the record, I’d probably choose to wear the shoes I’m wearing today on the next National Nude Day:

And, of course, a little glitter.

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Don’t forget to check out today’s episode of “Fresh Air” on NPR.  Dude, Rhett Miller (aka: The Serial Ladykiller) is Terry Gross’ guest.  You know I’m going to be listening in.  (Apparently it will be online at 3:00 p.m. ET.)