Smack for television junkies

Friday Night Lights is the best show on television, and if you're not watching it, you're missing a phenomenon along the lines of My So-Called Life and Six Feet Under.

FNL is light-years better than the awful movie of the same name, and the show is about so much more than football. It's small-town living brought to life by smart writing and wholly endearing characters. I want to be Tami, the mom, when I grow up.

Doubters, when you finally Netflix the first episodes, you will want to ram your head into the television for not watching it live and possibly helping the show win a second season. (The show is on the ropes for renewal, and if it gets killed, I'll have to order some Prozac to get me through the worst of the grief.)

You can watch all of the episodes for free here.

Birthday Week

I don't know when I became a birthday princess, but I have celebrated my birthday (the ides of March) for at least a week at a time for as long as I can remember. I know that a few other people would rather run a marathon with a sweaty goat strapped to their back instead of making a big deal out of the day they were born, but I just seem to sprout an invisible crown during the week around my mom's Labor Day. This year was no different, although I didn't put on any big parties.

Instead, The Chef took over the birthday duties, coming up with a birthday banquet (homemade fried chicken, mac-n-cheese, and cobbler a la mode) that came complete with purple tulips and a shiny birthday banner. Plus, he indulged me with a dance party AND a teary viewing of Steel Magnolias.

I am so spoiled!

Maybe I'll throw a party next year, in honor of the big 3-0, but it would be hard to beat this kind of attention.

The ball, it is rolling

I got the first wedding reply card in the mail this morning. It's from two people I don't know (yet), and they both want chicken.

And, it's Birthday Week. We celebrated Birthday Monday with Taco Night. (Yes, I'm in love with an incredibly talented chef, and I still looooove Taco Night.) A present arrived from my mom for Birthday Tuesday, so the week is getting started right.

Three cheers for Birthday Week! (and turning 29!)