I feel like I'm a sitcom when I write.

I feel like I'm a sitcom because it's becoming a habit to only write once a week. Every Monday tune in and read whats new, exciting, and black. The downside of this is that no one gets voted off, there are no daring stunts, no one has to eat pig rectum, no promiscuous sex is going on, I haven't had to perform open heart surgery with only a pad of post it notes at my disposal, and let's be honest I'm no "Seinfeld". But it still kills time and provides a chuckle or two.

This week has been as exciting as the last. I started work and have changed more diapers in the last week then I have ever changed in my whole life. Kids poop a lot. It's annoying. GET POTTY TRAINED ALREADY. Jeez.

This week's movie was "Due Date." I must say I was throughly disappointed by this movie. Robert Downy Jr. spit in a dog's face and was almost too much of an ass hole to handle. And Zac Galifinakis (or however you spell it) was the same character he plays in every movie. It's like they called him up and said, "Bring the satchel and act exactly how you did in 'The Hangover.'" The guy is insanely funny but I want to see him in more roles like the one he played in "It's Kind of a Funny Story." That's just my opinion. Saige loved the movie. But Saige is easily amused by shiny things so we can't trust her opinion much.

I honestly can't remember what else happened this week. My weekend consisted of babysitting drunk people, seeing Bonneville's play "Hello Dolly", visiting with old friends, and hanging out with the damn family. Love those guys. We finally figured out a name for the new puppy. Drum roll please... And the name is..... Griffin! That was way too played up. I think it suits him though. Well it will over time because we aren't changing the damn name.

Tonight I went to the Jazz game with Conor, Saige, and Daley. What a fun event until they lost. But whatever we still had fun, got free hotdogs, and saw the best guy. He got on the Jumbotron 3 times and I think was either drunk or crazy. Or both.

I need to either start making up stories or get a more exciting life. Or start writing more than just once a week since my memory is worse than BYU's Football team (DIS). God I love pretending to care about college sports.

Some things to ponder until next time:
1. Will the "Let's Talk about Sex" seminar the HC is hosting consist of the awkward kids whose parents either didn't let them watch cable TV or who didn't have the balls to tell them about the birds and the bees?
2. Was that last sentence a run-on sentence?
3. Is there a sex scene in the new Harry Potter?
4. Is Daley really afraid of the dark? (Spoiler alert! Yes.)
5. Will the real Slim Shady ever stand up? Or decide on one name?
6. God how many times has that joke been used?