I saw Christmas decorations today…at Hobby Lobby.

I walk in, looking for fabric-friendly velcro and a frame easel and…I am slapped in the face with three aisles’ worth of Christmas crap, with ornaments being set up right before my eyes.

Christmas.

IT’S JUNE.

Beware all, I suspect the end is near.

Ah yes, it’s that magical seventh week of the term…when you’re worn out by Org Behavior terms and your co-workers want to strangle you for trying to use them as guinea pigs for your Critical Incident Case assignment…but you still have a good five weeks left of the class. Bleh.

The fourth season premiere of Entourage was last night, and I had read ahead of time that it wouldn’t be “the standard” episode but instead, a mockumentary-like insight of the Medellin production process. I still thought it was a great episode - same trademark humor, and Drama even got his cameo appearance in the film (”I don’t make movies.” - Billy Walsh).

And, Mrs. Ari now has top billing! Yay! Adios, Debi Mazar!

I swear, it’s starting to look like October around here…something new to watch every night! Tonight we have the season premiere of The Closer, a new ep of Big Love…and we (or, I) still have Bridezillas and Army Wives from last night.

Considering I am such a creature of habit, imagine my confusion when I flipped over to TNT at 9 a.m. to have my daily dose of ER and Judging Amy in the background and instead, was jolted by a marathon of The Closer.

I remember I read in a book that spouses of deployed soldiers should refrain from doing anything drastic which could be perceived as a change in routine when their soldiers come home…like move the furniture or buy new cars. Switching up my daytime schedule is akin to that, so I’ll be spending the rest of the day dealing with my PTSD. Thanks, TNT.

Want to see what I’ve been working on for the last two weeks?

Hint: It has nothing to do with Org Behavior, and everything to do with my new scanner, 500+ negatives, iPhoto and iWeb.

Click here! (it’s a big file, so it will take a bit to load…)

Entertainment Weekly did it, now I’m doing it…”The beloved movies, TV shows, and music we’ve I’ve somehow managed to miss.”

Play along at home…or in the comments!

1. I’ve never seen an episode of 24.
2. I’ve never seen The Godfather.
3. I’ve never read or seen anything having to do with Harry Potter…or Middle Earth.
4. I’ve never seen an episode of CSI, CSI: Miami or CSI: Whatever The Other One Is.
5. I’ve never seen Casablanca.
6. I’ve never seen Eddie Murphy - Raw.

Last February, Todd from Fafarazzi sent me an email asking if I’d like to be a contributing writer to the Fafa Blog (watch out…Fight Girls video alert!). Of course, I responded with gushing enthusiasm…posted once and then…stopped. I was so embarrassed. Crap was going on with work, it was still winter…I was suffering from personal blahs…eh. You know how it is.

So the other day I emailed Todd again with my tail between my legs, apologizing for being so flaky (those of you who know me know I am anything but flaky) and asking if I could still write. He responded in the affirmative and now I’m sitting here, trying to come up with appropriate column content, based on his suggestions and advice.

The ironic thing was, he mentioned writing about how to successfully win Fafarazzi leagues, which literally made me laugh out loud as I am in sixth and eighth places in my current leagues. Yeah, I can tell you how to win. It was a lot easier for me to win back in the day, under Fafarazzi’s old scoring. Back then I could just wait to see what big news hit the net at 10 PM (Sandra Oh’s getting divorced!), then swoop in and add the celeb to my team before the big scoring hit the next day. Now…well, I’m still figuring out my strategy and results have been mixed, to put it optimistically.

I’m kind of grooving on “Staying Out Of Last Place The Snarkwife Way” as a column title. “Winning Fafa Leagues The Snarkwife Way” seems a bit…presumptuous.

Goodness, I haven’t had this much of a blogging “dry spell” since Capt. UberHusband left for Iraq. Usually during the summer I blame my less-frequent posting on lousy TV options but this year…eh, just lazy. Not much to talk about.

I’m sure none of you want to listen to me complain about how I’m doing all the work on my Org Behavior team project because the guys (literally, I’m the only chick) are patently clueless. Seriously. 3 out of 4 still don’t understand the point of the project and we’re three weeks in, with two left to go.

Actually, I do have some television to talk about…Big Love returned last Monday after a year-long hiatus. Back when CU returned from Iraq, we bought a new LCD TV for our bedroom and after hooking it up to the cable, found out we somehow were picking up our neighbors’ Comcast On Demand feeds on various channels. In the mornings it was usually Nick Jr. shows or FitTV but after about 9:30 PM…bow chicka bow wow…the “adult” entertainment came on, as well as reruns of Entourage, Big Love and The Sopranos.

Anyhoo, that’s how we discovered Big Love…it’s what the neighbors were watching. After a couple of episodes we were hooked and after we also discovered the brilliance which is Entourage, when we switched to Dish Network, we decided to keep HBO. By the way, whichever neighbor of ours watched the “adult” entertainment…he/she fast-forwarded through all the dialogue. No joke.

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I’ve had enough of the rain, thank you very much. Actually…let me clarify…I’ve had enough of the daily severe thunderstorms we’ve had to endure for literally, the last month.

Too much water…it’s everywhere.

Go away you stupid severe weather pattern, and leave us alone.

That is all.

Capt. UberHusband and I went to see Knocked Up yesterday morning. First off, there’s an interesting contingent of folks who go to see movies on Sunday mornings. It’s usually folks viewing solo, or old & cranky couples like us who want to avoid all the kids who hang out at the theaters the rest of the time.

And then…there are the moms who bring their 11-year olds to see…Knocked Up. I have no idea what parents are thinking when they take their kids to R-rated movies. I mean, seriously. I remember back in Sacramento, I went to see To Die For with my friend Paul…and we were stunned to see a couple and their tween child a few rows up from us. To Die For! Murder! Sex! Ambition! More Sex! Did I mention sex?

Anyway, I’d been hearing the hype for the last year about how this movie was Close To The Funniest Movie Ever, Save Judd Apatow’s Last Movie, The 40-Year Old Virgin…so we went and saw it opening weekend. We reserve opening weekend screenings for Very Special Movies.

All I have to say is…eh. You know, it wasn’t the language that bugged me (after all, I enjoyed Borat)…and I’m not so sheltered that the drug use and the drunk sex really affected me, although about half of our theater seemed stunned at what they were hearing and seeing. Reminded me of when I went to see Brokeback Mountain, and the two old ladies behind me gasped and sighed and made all sorts of unapproving sounds for two hours.

But the movie was just…the best way I can describe it is…too much. You know that saying, sometimes more is just…well…more? There was probably half an hour of movie that could have been easily cut to tighten things up a bit. My favorite part of the movie was watching Ryan Seacrest rant about Jessica Simpson and say the F-word a dozen times. That was worth the $5 Early Bird admission price alone.

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