Good News!!!

I hate the Jonas Brothers.  I have no specific reason, but it's the first time aside from a sports rivalry that I have cheered for someone to not be successful.  I was thrilled when one of them fell flat on their face at an awards show about a year ago.  I make fun of them every time I see them (seriously, scarves and vests boys?).  I was sincerely pissed when I read a Rolling Stone article that implied they were the next Beatles.  Pretty much everything they try to be serious about is comical to me in some way.

They were nominated for Best New Artist this year.  If you ask me they aren't a new artist.  They have been being pushed by Disney for at least 3 years and I definitely wouldn't say their THIRD album by any definition can be called their first album that established their identity.  There is nothing about their identity that has changed since Disney established it for them when they were new artists 2-4 years ago.

I could go on a long rant about how much and why I hate them, but I am just going to leave it at a simple kudos to Adele.  She won best new artist and the Jonas Brothers did not!  I was cheering for her and Duffy, bust mostly I was cheering for anyone but the Jonas Brothers.

In case you were wondering Adele signed with a record label at the end of 2007 and released her first album in 2008, a true new artist in 2008.

Puppy Chow Arm

Casie was out of town for work all week so it was just the boys running the place.  The second evening she was gone I had to open a new bag of dog food.

Jackson is a little obsessed with food.  He acts like he hasn't eaten in days every time we feed him, and he always frantically looks for more food as soon as he finishes eating.  To help minimize the amount of time he obsessively looks for food we got an airtight, 5-gallon container that we dump the entire bag into.  As I opened the bag and poured it into the container I realized I left the scoop at the bottom of the container.

I could have just found a new scoop and waited until we got to the bottom of the container in a few weeks to get the scoop back, but that's not how we do things when it's just Jackson and me running the place.  We cook frozen food and eat it in the living room on disposable dish ware, and we find the dog food scoop no matter how ridiculous it seems.

So, as Jackson anxiously paced behind me trying to figure out why he wasn't eating his precious food, I dug my hand into the food and began fishing around for the scoop.  As far as I was concerned Jackson wasn't eating until I found the scoop.  That meant Jackson agreed with me and thought that finding his scoop was almost more important than the actual food.  It was his only hope of not starving, which as soon as he heard me say "eat" he was sure could happen at any moment.

By the time I found his scoop the food was past my elbow, halfway to my armpit.  It was like digging for a toy at the bottom of a cereal box.  The prize wasn't as exciting as anything I ever found as a kid, but Jackson was thrilled.  Then the rest of the night he licked my arm with so much enthusiasm that I thought he might try taking a bite.