I Believe ... It's Gonna Be a Happy New Year

So the other night we were riding in the car home after 9 pm and since we thought Isabel was asleep, my husband put on the soundtrack to 'Spring Awakening.' Let's just say if you are at all familiar with the content - you'll know why we wait until she's snoozing. But then all of a sudden while we are listening to the song 'I Believe,' we hear this little voice coming from the background saying 'believe' over and over again and then clapping. Apparently this powerful song inspired even my sleeping child to sing along. Let's just say I'm glad she didn't start singing along to 'Totally F**ked.'

Anyway, that got me thinking about what I believe in, and so here's my list of my beliefs right at this very minute.

- I believe that I'm actually glad I came into the office today because I got to see the testing of the ball drop in Times Square.
- I believe that even though I accidentally let my kid listen to a profanity filled soundtrack that I am still a better mother than Lynne Spears.
- I believe that I'm going to try and listen more in 2008 and talk less.
- I believe that the writers' strike will end at some point and I'll be able to have more than 2 scheduled recordings in my DVR for a week.
- I believe that I have some of the greatest family and friends that a person could ask for.
- I believe that I'm addicted to a new game show - 'The Unbeatable Banzuke' on G4. Trust me... it's almost as good as Ninja Warrior.
- I believe that even though I am far from a perfect person, I'm happy with my life and who I've become.
- I believe that I have the cutest two year old since Pearl.
- I believe that I am grateful to anyone who actually reads this blog and listens to what I have to say.
- And lastly, I believe that it is going to be a great 2008.

Happy New Year!!!

Michael Cera = Adorable

While it will be a while before I stop calling Michael Cera George Michael, I think he's my new adorkable crush (Sorry, Zachary Levi) . I just want to hug him. I mean, I loved 'Superbad' (though my husband really didn't - what is up with that?) and I just saw 'Juno' (better late than never) and he's just so understated and normal that I can't help but adore him. Seriously. I'm sure he's young enough to be my kid or something disgusting like that, but still he's so sweet. As for 'Juno', I really enjoyed it, though I was worried it was going to be something that had been hyped so much that I'd be like "what the heck?" when I finally got around to it, but it won me over and I might have actually been sniffling at little when it reached its conclusion. Damn, having a kid has made me all soft.

Getting Real

So it is my New Year's Resolution to get myself back in the blogging groove. Some may ask 'why bother' considering the seemingly never-ending writers' strike and the lack of 'quality' television around, but basically I just miss blogging. So if you are actually watching any of the craptabulous stuff that I've been watching ... let's dish. If you haven't... please tell me how you've been filling the empty hours.

After my obsession with 'Clash of the Choirs' - a stupid concept which was executed really well - and my utter bad reaction to 'Duel' - an overly complicated game show which was executed really, really, really poorly - I'm now hooked on the deliciously awful 'Crowned.' I watched three episodes last night. I just couldn't stop myself and I don't even actually like any of these people but I'm fascinated. Though admittedly, I'm kind of fascinated by all things pageant oriented. I love 'Miss Congeniality,' I adored 'Kid Nation's prissy beauty queen Taylor and I watched that HBO documentary a few years ago on that little girl Swan like 10 times. 'Crowned' isn't really good TV. But hey, I watched the Pussycat Dolls show, so my standards are pretty low. And well... there wasn't a new 'Pushing Daisies' to watch.

Still 'Crowned' has everything I love to hate about reality TV: catfights, crying and Carson Kressley. It's just hysterical to watch these mothers and daughters try and make like they are nice people when they are talking about who needs nose jobs and who has a bad figure, when really none of them are all that pretty. So for now... until wicked Wilhelmina comes back with her diva ways, I'm filling my need for bitchy glamor gals with 'Crowned.'