Time to clean up and change things around. Hence the new design. I hope you like it. The pink was making me sick. I believe my love affair with that color is now at an end. Being pregnant with a girl made me into a pink madwoman.

So, I'm making a new commitment to this blog. I want more readers this year, and I definitely want more people to comment. Suggest topics. Talk to me for goodness sake.

Has anyone checked out gather.com? Pretty cool. I may start writing some articles there. Otherwise I may truly go nutty. I've been thinking about what I want for this year, and beyond. I would love to have a house. I've been very happy in my apartment, even when the unabomber lived behind me. I tell ya, compared to what's living there now, I'd take her a million times over. This "apartment" is barely a room, okay? And right now, there are three people living there. I've never actually seen any of them. But I smell them. And I hear them - all the friggin time. It's supposed to be one guy. It's this jerk, his girlfriend, and another jerky guy. Jerk number one and his girlfriend fight constantly. Jerk number one and number two smoke serious amounts of weed. I walked into my living room, and I couldn't see the back wall. There was smoke so thick that I had to get the baby out of the apartment. I mean, what the fuck? You can't open a window, you idiot? I stood on the couch, and as politely as I could, I said "YO! There's a baby in here, do you think you could open a window?" Silence, as opposed to the yelling, laughing and talking that was happening for just before I spoke. "Excuse me," said I, trying to be patient, "but would you open a window, or wake and bake outside?" Nothing. So I went out with the baby, came back a half hour later, and they were still at it. So I called the landlord. He goes over there, and the guy tells him - you're going to love this - that he got "scared" when I knocked on the wall, and was unable to speak. He was able to reload the bong, but he wasn't able to open a window or say "I'm sorry, I'll make sure we don't smoke your family out". He tells my landlord that they were going to a funeral, and it was his friends who were smoking, not him. Bullshit. Landlord comes back to me, says this is what the guy told him, that he believes him and if there's any other problem, call him. Sure enough, next Sunday morning there must have been another funeral!

It's hard to lose this baby weight. I joined Weight Watchers online and I'm trying now that the holidays are over. I love to eat. And I don't get enough excercise. What about you guys? Any weight loss goals out there? I wish you all the best.

Well, I think I'll sign off here. To be continued tomorrow...nighty night!