Tabulas isn't really doing it for me anymore, so I'm off to livejournal. Here's the link...

http://ajnguyenp.livejournal.com/

Yup, still alive.  My apologies for not updating in so long, but there's really not much going on in my life.  Everybody's a little older, and hopefully wiser as well.  Caden turned 2 in April and Jacen turned 5 at the beginning of this month.  My other babies are doing well also...Asha turned 2 in March, and Brody-James will be 1 in July.  Ryan the baby machine is about 16 weeks along now, and absolutely gorgeous.  She let her hair grow out and she's just starting to show a little.  Her skin is so perfect and glowing that she always looks like there's a lighting crew following her around (Hate her).   My dad is 80% sure she's having another girl, but he won't really be able to tell until she's at least 20 weeks.  I feel sorry for James if it is a girl...he's going to be the only guy in a house full of women.  Can you imagine what's going to happen when they start dating?

Scott finally made good on that trip to Rome he promised me for Christmas.  My husband, custom shoes, and one of the most beautiful countries in the world...it definitely didn't suck.  Other than that, I've just been catching up on movies and television.  Let me just say that The Lake House is the most boring movie I've ever seen.  I couldn't even finish it, it's horrible.  I also saw Pan's Labyrinth which is fabulous.  Beautifully shot, with an interesting story to back it up.  I'm dying to see a good horror, but no luck yet.  I'm seriously going to give up on those soon.  I'm open to suggestions if anyone knows of something. 

I'm having much better luck with television.  I caught all of my important season finales...CSI, Law & Order: SVU, House, Grey's Anatomy, and the series finale of Gilmore Girls.  I was a little disappointed with Gilmore Girls...everything felt rushed and unresolved.  I felt like it should have come full circle and ended the same way it started...with that classic Gilmore Girls wit and fast paced delivery--but it really hasn't been the same since team Palladino left.  Amy Sherman-Palladino said she would love to do a 2 hour television movie to resolve everything, and finally reveal the elusive "last four words".  I really hope that happens. 

CSI and House weren't bad, just standard fare.  SVU was excellent...I really loved that episode.  Everyone's job is on the line, so I'm really looking forward to next season.  Grey's Anatomy...where do I start?  I love Shonda Rhimes, I do.  I think the woman is absolutely brilliant, but it's very hard for me to trust her vision sometimes.  How the hell does George (aka The Hobbit) pull all these women who are way out of his league? He cheated on his hot ortho chick wife with his ex-supermodel best friend.  Granted Callie doesn't know he cheated on her, but still...I find it very hard to believe that she wants to have a baby with him.  She's inexplicably delusional all of a sudden.  She has to know something's up with him and Izzie...the wife always knows.  This semi-friendship between Callie and Cristina is interesting though.  Callie's going to need a new friend when Addison is gone.  On that note, I'll end this before it becomes a Grey's Anatomy rant.  I'm off to watch The Science of Sleep.  Gael Garcia Bernal...yum.

Oh yeah...and Sara Ramirez?  Still the hotness--and her royal hotness is working on an album over the summer.  I am beyond excited.

 

 

So I'm 27 now.  Yay me.  I don't know why, but I just have this feeling like it's all downhill from here.  Thirteen is when you get to be an official teenager...sweet sixteen is when you become a driver...at eighteen you're a legal adult...at 21 you can drink (legally)...and at 25 you can rent a car and get auto insurance without it costing you an arm, a leg, and your first born son.  But 27?  Who the hell cares?  The milestones are over, dude. 

Oh well, despite the suckiness of getting older, I did have a fantastic birthday.  Scott and I spent the day at the beach and he surprised me with Mute Math tickets (I was hoping for Sara Ramirez wearing nothing but a bow, but hey, I can't complain about Mute Math).  Those guys put on an awesome show.  If they come to your area, go see them...you won't be disappointed.  The Cinematics and Someone Still Loves You, Boris Yeltsin opened.  I could take or leave SSLYBY, but the Cinematics are fabulous.  That pretty much sums up my birthday...good music, lots of cake, and too much to drink.

Ryan's pregnant again...more at 11(that's a Kentucky Fried Movie reference for you losers who don't know).  Yes, the baby machine is in production once again.  I found out a couple of weeks ago and just never got around to posting about it.  She's happy (of course), James is happy, so we're happy for them.  I couldn't imagine having to deal with three kids that young.  Brody isn't a year old yet, so they're all going to be really close in age...good luck with that one. 

There's nothing much else going on...oh, the asshole has been calling, but I won't answer his calls.  I have nothing to say to him and I don't want to hear anything he thinks he has to say to me.  Well, my kids think they are musicians now...so Scott and I are forced to go rock out with them.  I'm on rhythm guitar, Scott's on lead, Caden's on drums, and Jacen is playing my keytar (which looks absolutely ridiculous because it's almost bigger than she is).  Today's lesson is headbanging...one of them is going to fall over and it will be hilarious.

Later days.  

 

 

Today has been one of those all too rare perfect days for me.  I woke up this morning to my husband bringing me breakfast in bed (from one of my favorite restaurants).  He told me that the whole day would be about spending time with me and the kids...something he hasn't done in quite a while because he's been completely focused on school.  So we had fun (the kind of fun that leaves me with a cheesy smile plastered on my face ll day) amongst ourselves until the kids got up.  Then we got everyone dressed and headed out to D's daughter's basketball game (she's a cheerleader). 

Caden had picked up some flowers outside of the gym and he showed them to his dad.  Scott told him that he should give the flowers to a pretty girl, thinking that he was going to give them to one of the other kids there.  Caden loves the ladies (he is so my child), especially the older ones.  Scott would have you think that it's a trait Caden got from him, but don't let him fool you with those lies.  I have always been more adept than he at getting the girls.  But I digress, instead of finding some hot 5 year old, he gave them to me and said "pretty mommy".  I love that kid.  He's been calling me "Pretty Mommy" all day.  My boy thinks I'm pretty...I've got to tell you, that makes a girl feel pretty damn good.

After the game we picked up a couple of pizzas (yes, I need a whole medium to myself) and some movies and headed home.  We watched Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest, which actually wasn't as bad as I thought it would be...well, the parts that I saw weren't bad.  Scott and Caden are the only one's who actually made it through the whole thing.  One minute I'm comfortably in my husband's lap watching Officer Tom Hanson channel a drunk Keith Richards, and the next thing I know it's nearly midnight.  Apparently Jacen and I only made it halfway through.  I'll have to watch it again (early morning sex makes me sleepy all day, it's weird).

Scott went to put Caden to bed while I tried to haul J to her bed (bad idea on my part, she's getting much to heavy for me to carry.  She's fairly skinny, but mommy is a weakling).   I thought she was completely out, but as I was going up the stairs she whispered "hi mommy".  She never opened her eyes, so I asked how she knew it was me.  She told me she always knows when I'm around because she can smell me; I smell like her mommy.  That's kind of beautiful. 

Sometimes I find myself in awe of them both.  They totally make my world stop.  It's hard to believe that I'm responsible for brining these two amazing people into the world.  It's days like this that make it all worth it.  All the drama, fear, pain, suffering, marriages, divorce, broken hearts, crying, sleepless nights, depression...those two?  They make it all worth it for me.  They are the reason my heart still beats.

I hate cliffhangers, although there wasn't much of a cliffhanger since we know damn well that Meredith isn't going to die.  It's frickin' Grey's Anatomy...and she's Meredith Grey.  Overall it was a good episode, but I'm hating this George and Callie thing more and more with each episode.   Callie and Bailey have a moment while they're preparing for the triage exercise they're setting up for the interns.  Callie is worried about how she and George will be able to work together now that they're married, and she actually says...“At work, I’m giving him orders; in bed he’s giving me orders." Callie, sweetie, you didn't even believe that one yourself.  He couldn't even tell her he loved her, I seriously doubt he's giving his dirty hot and way out of his league wife demands about how he wants to tap that.

Some other great moments from this episode...the attendings in the elevator with the cheif discussing his dye job, Callie snapping at George when she was about to go into surgery, and Callie and Sydney fighting over patients in the clinic.  Hilarious.  I'm going to go so far as to say that Sara Ramirez is rivaling Lauren Graham in comedic timing and line delivery...and she has crazy yet adorable facial expressions to up the ante.  Love her.  Sara Ramirez is the hotness...and here is a gratuitous photo to prove it....

 

 (Crazy side note...Scott just looked at this picture and said "I'd totally lick her left kneecap right now." WTF?  Who says that? I don't think she would find that sexy at all...and I'd totally make him fight me for it anyway.)

 Ok, enough salacious looks at the McHottie...on to other things...

My asshat husband has been holding me hostage for the past couple of days all because of a little virus.  I've been getting some quality time in, worshipping the porcelain gods.  He actually asked me if I was the "p" word.  I told him not unless he wanted to tell me something and if he did I'd hand him his ass now and ask questions later....then he shut the hell up and held my hair like he's supposed to.  He tries to forget he's completely whipped sometimes.  I don't know what that's about.

Well, I'm out of semi-interesting things to say, so I'm off to watch An Inconvenient Truth and have some more of nature's cure.  What?  Everybody knows vodka is the best way to kill a virus.