Have you ever seen someone you know on the national news?

I was just taking a break from work (and let's be honest, Ed), when I caught this article on msn.com.

I thought the blurb sounded interesting - "Man who helped elderly woman to safety gets ticket," but imagine my surprise when I opened the link and saw a picture of a man who used to be in my ward when I lived in downtown Denver!

Jim was always extremely nice and always cheerful and helpful. You can figure that out just by reading that he was helping elderly women cross the street when he was hit by a truck. I can't believe they want to give him a ticket for jaywalking - what was his option - don't jaywalk and watch old women get hit? Seriously.

I'm glad Jim's going to be okay. The world needs more people just like him.

We are so lazy

Can you imagine a perpetual Saturday morning, where you get to lounge around on the couch with your favorite person and watch your favorite cartoons?

Well, that's what has been happening at our house the last couple of weeks, except instead of cartoons, we are watching old episodes of Ed. Remember Ed? (What a delightful show.).

I've been waking up around 5:00 am, getting some work done in my office, sitting in on some conference calls, eating some cereal - all in my pajamas. Then, a few hours later, Andy wakes up, turns on the TV, and I move my work downstairs to the couch, and we relish in the joy of visiting Stuckeyville. Working from home can be so lovely some days.

Don't you love Saturday mornings? I keep thinking that at some point the perpetual Saturdays will have to come to an end, but in the meantime, I'll enjoy Stuckeybowl, fine Corinthian turkeys, and that fine young man, Warren Cheswick.

And craving bacon cheeseburgers pie. Because let's face it, they ate a lot of bacon cheeseburgers and pie on that show.

What's that on your head?

Check out the latest webisode (episode 06) for our dear friends Eldon and Heather Kartchner.

When I first watched it, I laughed so hard I cried. And then wanted to throw up when I saw the last skit - be forwarned, it's a little gross.

What time did you get up this morning?

I got up at 6:30, but actually it was 4:30. "Why was I waking up at 4:30, thinking it was 6:30?" you might ask. Really, it's simple: my alarm clock is out to get me.

A few weeks ago, I had a 7:00 am meeting on a Monday. The plan: Wake up at 6:00, to ensure I had enough time to get up, read my scriptures, and putter around before starting to work. So I set my alarm: 6:00 am.

I always wake up just before my alarm goes off. It's this weird thing - no matter what time it is set for, I wake up one minute before, turn it off, and I'm awake. I guess Andy's lucky because he never has to hear the alarm going off for me in the morning.

Anyhow, I woke up at 5:59 am, waited for a good 20 minutes, walked downstairs, and turned on my computer. (Have I mentioned that working at home is awesome?) As I was waiting for it to boot up, I noticed how dark it was outside, and thought that was weird.

Five minutes later, I was logged in, and the clock on my computer said 4:25 am. Huh? I went downstairs and looked at our microwave, stove, and cable box clocks: all said 4:25. Then I went upstairs and looked at my alarm clock: 6:25. It was two hours fast!

I figured I must have messed up the time when I was setting the alarm, set it back to normal, and went on with my (very long) day - that was two weeks ago.

This morning, I had a 7:30 meeting. I didn't even set my alarm - I just woke up when my clock read 6:30, went downstairs, and logged in. Guess what? It was really 4:30 am. For the love! So I went back to bed, knowing my clock was an hour and a half fast (and too lazy to reset it), and woke up when the clock said 8:30, which should have been 7:00. When I went down to my computer, it was only 6:30.

My clock had moved two hours ahead. How? And why? And since when does waking up require doing so much math?

The burning question for me is this: why such a lapse in between acting up? It was strange a few weeks ago, and then has worked just fine until last night. What did I ever do to make it annoyed? I guess when you're using an alarm clock that's over 10 years old, maybe it's time to kick it to the curb...

What good is a king-size bed when you're in it alone?

I was so excited to buy a king-size bed last year. The idea that I could sleep without being kicked, elbowed, or losing the covers was really appealing. But now that we have had said bed for a year, I don't know that I love it.

Mostly because I found myself wide awake and all alone in our huge, freezing bed, in our huge, freezing bedroom at 2:00 am this morning. When there is only one body on one side of a king-size bed and your bedroom used to be an attic, things can get pretty chilly in the winter. I tried making an "Andy" out of pillows, to keep his side of the bed a little warmer and avoid going on a man-hunt for him, but it was to no avail. Those pillows just weren't warm enough.

So I went on the hunt downstairs and found him fast asleep on our sectional. Unable to wake him, I decided to lay perpendicular to him on the other part of the sectional - our TV room is a lot warmer, and let's be honest, I sleep better when he's nearby. Except sleeping better wasn't all that awesome when I got kicked - in the head. Yes, his feet were right next to my head, and I was wedged right between them and the sectional pillows with nowhere to go.

Bless his heart (because isn't that what you say when you're mad at someone and trying not to be?), he had no clue all this was happening at 2:07 am. Andy is one of the heaviest sleepers I know.

So. I have been awake since 2:00 am. In my Goldilocks efforts to catch some zzzz's, I went back upstairs to our big bed, hoping to stay warmer with a heavy sweater over my pjs (didn't work), I went back to the couch, pushing Andy's feet as far away from my head as I could (kind of worked), I walked into the guest room and pretty much got an instant headache from the smell of Andy's bicycle tires that are in there (clearly didn't work), and finally landed back on the couch until 6:30, when I went back to my large, cold, bed. I had to get up at 7:00 to get ready for a 7:30 meeting.

Except the clock by my bed now said 7:20 - what?! That was a scary shock. I ran downstairs to check the time, and somehow (I have no idea), my alarm clock moved 50 minutes ahead. It really was 6:30, and my heart was now pounding faster than I thought humanly possible.

Let me just say. This is not a great way to start your day, especially my Wednesday which is filled with conference calls from 7:30 am to 6:30 pm. At least I can take them in my pjs.

You didn't think I'd abandoned you, did you?

I would understand if you did.

I didn't realize anyone (other than AnJanette) even noticed I'd stopped, and then Daniel made a comment last night about how I've stopped blogging. People read my blog? And don't comment so I don't know they're reading?

I guess I better start writing again. But that seems like too much work this morning, so for now I'll just give you some pictures.

Yes, I cut my hair. It's already time for another trim. Some days I'm glad I cut it, and other days, not so much. And yes, it was fun smashing two whipped cream pies in Jack's face. You can see a video of it here - episode 05.

I think Anna should wear her hair like this permanently.

No, Andy did not grow out his hair. If you want to see where these wigs took us, you'll have to check here on Friday - episode 06 will be a good one! I'm giving you a sneak peek at the risk of getting in trouble. The afro pic was just too good to not post online immediately.

And in the meantime, I'll try to be a better blogger. Thanks Daniel for reminding me I actually did have a blog.