My priorities and I need to have a chat

Quirky Jim O'Connor has been replaced as the host of The Secret Life Of... by obnoxious George Duran. The show is dead to me now. Bad form, Food Network, bad form indeed.

If you bit into a blue scented marker I'm willing to bet that it would taste like Crystal Light White Tea and Blueberry. This is not a good thing.

So far, I've found 11 new recipes to make for my dad this summer. The ones that I'm most excited about? Chicken Spaghetti, Crustless Spinach Quiche, Baked Apple and Carrot Casserole, and Raspberry Chicken. Repeat consumption of these dishes may turn my daddy into a woman, so luckily the other seven are man-o-licious.

Last summer was very productive - I made a fair amount of money, I corrected my tongue thrust, I got an A in Physics, I bought furnishings for my townhouse, and I lost 30 pounds. I'm trying to figure out how to mimic that success this summer. Here are my plans so far - make a comparable amount of money, pass both of my math classes, help my mom with the only fun part of her job (flyer-making), lose 8-10 more pounds, and work out so I can get my butt into a size four. It doesn't sound as dreadful now that I have a list. Go figure.