So 90210 was a bust last night. Brenda looks terrible, the Peach Pit was silly and I am not sure why the new girl in school is all that confident. I mean...who really tries out for the school play, goes to a party and stands up to the school jock and pretty girl all in one week. Whatever. I went to high school with the same people that I met back in 6th grade and still never stood up to whats her name and whats his face for being jerks. I did however tell a few that they stunk in high school but do not seem that bad after a few drinks at the reunion, but that is another story.
I will continue to watch just to find out who fathered Kelly's child. That better come soon and it better be Brandon or Dylan. I missed the part where Silver (that would be Erin Silver) said why she hated fuzzy hair Naiomi (or whatever). Owen had finished his bottle and it had not registered in his head that he was in fact full.
More updates to come as soon as the show takes off. I will give it three more tries.
On to other things...
We have rearranged our house to be more Owen friendly. Pictures coming soon...as soon as I hook up the laptop at home. Peaches should be happy. I think it turned out great. We opened up the "family room" to give him some room to crawl/walk. Unfortunatly he wants to do neither so instead he just has more room to throw his silly toys around. Clover tripped on one the other day. I laughed...which made me feel bad because she is about a hundred years old and probably will break a hip before this is all over. Silly dog.
I have figured out though that Owen will eat anything (well almost) as long as it is mixed with bananas. Child LOVES bananas...which kind of makes him go bananas but it's all good in the hood as long as it is not night night time. We were the picture of family perfection last night all eating dinner together at the dining room table. Owen's new high chair fits perfectly into our decor...because after all, looks are everything.
Tonight I will be watching Palin...and yes Gus, I am still pumped about her.