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.

Yep, that’s how.

In order to properly scope around your colon, two things have to happen:

• Your colon has to be EMPTY.

• You have to go to the hospital and put under.

In case you don’t know how you get an empty colon, let me tell you. IT IS FORCED OUT OF YOU. The day before a colonoscopy you are not allowed to eat anything. You can only drink clear liquids. After a day of fasting you either have to drink the most vile liquid drink known to man or you have to take 32 horse sized pills.

I chose the pills.

So you take the liquid (if you’re mental) or the pills (if you’re less mental) and then wait. After an hour or so your stomach begins to rumble and shake and hurt. And then, all of a sudden, you jump up and RUN TO THE BATHROOM, all the while hoping and praying that you can make it before you explode.

You then spend the rest of the next 12 hours close to the toilet. Very close to a toilet.

And in case that isn’t enough, you get to take more pills (or drink more of the vile drink) the next morning and do it all over again before heading in to the hospital to be wheeled into an operating room so that someone can man-handle you and your colon.

It really isn’t that terrible. I mean, I got to sleep most of yesterday, so that’s a good thing. And because I’m an old pro I requested they admit me to the hospital early so I could lay in the bed, with a warm blanket, and read a book before my surgery.

They removed three polyps from my colon yesterday. That is the least amount I’ve ever had extracted from my colon, but still, not a small enough number to ease my doctor’s concern. Someone of my age shouldn’t have any polyps. My doctor said that one of the polyps was a little large and “funny looking”. He doesn’t think any of them are cancerous, although they have yet to be tested. And while he’s pretty sure they aren’t harboring any cancer, he wants to see me back for another colonoscopy before the end of the year.

Having issues with my colon has always sort of been funny. You know, Hee-hee, they make me have explosive poop. Tee-hee, I have poop issues. But now, well now it seems to be getting a little serious. Now it’s sounding more like “colon cancer” and less like something to tee-hee about.

It really isn’t to a point that I need to worry. But how do you not worry? How can I think about this and not hear the word cancer over and over? My doctor suggested all of my siblings have a routine colonoscopy. You know, “just in case.” Convincing them might be harder then it should be.

This week I’ll be calling my insurance to make sure they’ll cover my third colonoscopy this year. I’ll be eating more fiber and vegetables.

And I’ll be holding my eternal family a little closer.

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I decided to try out scrapbooking for the first time.  Head on over to New To Us to hear (and see) how it turned out!

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Amber is the winner of my latest give-away. (Amber, send me your address asap!)

Tonight I’m making my (semi) famous homemade pizza for some friends from church that just moved here from Arizona. Get this, they like the weather here in Seattle. They chose to leave the sun and the fun of Arizona for rain drenched winters in Seattle.

To each his own.

Okay, so not only is today the last day for open enrollment at work and pizza Friday, it’s also time for another installment of WIN FREE JEWELRY from Kate.

Last Friday’s installment had over sixty people vying to win a piece of Kate’s amazing fused glass jewelry. (Long-time reader Janssen was the lucky winner!) To enter the give-away last week I had you look through Kate’s pieces on Etsy and tell me which one was your favorite and why. Kate’s added even more pieces up for sale. (Still no rings. But I’ve seen her rings and I WANT ONE!) This week let’s do something a little different.

So, to enter this week’s give-away for one of Kate’s fused glass pendants all you have to do is leave a comment on this post telling me how pretty I am the location of your first kiss.

You have until Monday the 18th at midnight to enter. Everyone, including Janssen, can win. And yes, we’ll ship outside of the US of A. Winner will be chosen at random.  So enter. And tell your friends. And maybe even tell the first person you kissed.

(I’m going in for ANOTHER colonoscopy on Monday. So while you’re all waiting to hear if you won this week’s give-away, I’ll be having my colon probed. And not in a good way.)

(As if there is a good way.)

“Bless Jesus be happy. Bless we watch shows. Bless we eat. Bless we play with toys.”

This morning before I left to catch the bus, and before Babboo woke up, I told The King how sweet I thought it was that the first thing Babboo prays for is for Jesus to be happy. The King looked at me and said, “He isn’t praying for Jesus to be happy, he’s saying ‘bless Isabel be happy’.“

Does my toddler really know that I haven’t been feeling very happy lately? Can he sense it?

I need to be happy for myself, for my husband and for this sweet little boy.

Don’t forget we’re closed tomorrow for Veterans Day.

(Except it wasn’t in bold. It was a tiny little sign. Easy to miss.)

Yeah, a little bit more of a reminder would have been good. Even if the sign would have been put up MONDAY MORNING WHEN I DROPPED MY KID OFF and not just Monday evening. Dude, that way I would have at least had time to make a few phone calls and find something to watch him. They could have hung it up last week. But that’s a lot to ask, apparently. So mostly I’m just asking for more then 12 hours of a notice.

The King was in Austin, Texas for the day which meant, hello, I was calling in “can’t come to work today because my daycare sucks” to the office.

Instead of slaving away in front of my computer I stayed home and worked on potty-training and time-outs with my toddler who, at 2 1/2 years old is just now entering into The Terrible Twos and must throw everything. Including the items mommy was putting together at the table to sew.

It also included his belt. Which he threw at my face. And then, upon being scolded, told me he did it on accident.

Yeah, the welt on my face sure didn’t feel like an accident.

On a much nicer note, one that does not include yelling at my toddler or banishing him to time-out……

Guess who is getting a little something something in the mail?

Hooray for Janssen over at Everyday Reading for winning last week’s give-away. Send me your address and I’ll post your new jewelry item, courtesy of Kate, asap.

Don’t forget, Kate and I will be doing another give-away every Friday until Christmas.

So tell me, should all sewing and craft activities only take place during nap time?