Last weekend, some friends from Utah came down to hang out for the long weekend. I left the photog responsibilties to Michelle, and she has yet to send me the pics. Get on that Meesh.

It was a fun weekend. We played some tennis, hit up H&M at the new Town Square mall (think The Gateway, but better), played a little blackjack and ran into Snoop Dogg.

That's right. The D-O-double G himself.

We were down on Fremont street, had just left the Four Queens (real classy joint, btw), and noticed a crowd formed down the road. So we walked down to see what the fuss was about and there he was with his entourage. The scene was exactly how you might picture a rapper-celebrity sighting in Las Vegas. A group of huge scary gangsters pushing through the crowd with a trail of real quality prositutes to follow. Classic.

Heather also happened to be in town so I met up with her on Friday night to offer my assistance to the University of Utah Volleyball program. She was recruiting at a HUGE high school tournament and it was an intense experience to say the least. Sorry we couldn't go gamble Heather. But they do have casinos in PR!!!!

Speaking of Puerto Rico...3 weeks from tomorrow. I MUST get down to business and lose 10 pounds before we leave. I'm determined.

America's Next Top Model has started. YES.

LOL

I about died watching this trailer the other night before sitting through Fools Gold.

Networking

So last night I'm over at my brother's place eating dinner and watching the Golf Channel, which is the only piece of programming that is aired in his apartment. Towards the end of "Top Ten Who've Tamed Tiger," I begin to get a little restless, until I see this dude:

Hi. Meet Adam Scott. The 28 year-old Australian professional golfer who is currently ranked number 12 on the PGA Tour.

Me: "Um, who is that?"

Christian: "Adam Scott."

Me: "He is really hot."

Christian: "Really? Butch Harmon is his coach. He's in Vegas all the time."

Me: "Isn't Butch Harmon your coach?"

Christian: "Yeah."

Me: ".............can we do something about this or what?"

Here's the deal. Christian said he'd do what he could. I'm not going to rush to any conclusions and start looking for real estate in Sydney or anything, but join me in thinking how cool it would be to meet/date/marry/share a checking account with Adam Scott. So cool.

Weekend Lost

Well I did in fact rent the entire 3rd season of Lost on Friday night and subsequently did not leave my house until 8:00 PM the next day.

Am I proud of this? No. Am I now convinced that Juliet is a lying little $%#!&? Yes.

Anyways, pretty much got nothing accomplished this weekend. However I did manage to vacuum my house and do some laundry.

My roommate's mom is staying with us for a few days. Kelly (my roommate) is having surgery on her nose. Not the plastic kind of surgery, the legit kind. She has some sort of problem with her sinuses and thus, has a constant sinus infection, literally. She's been sick since she moved in. I feel bad for her but she said she was looking forward to it since she is taking the week off from work. Her Mom, by the way, is so nice. She bought us a bunch of stuff to add to our "depressing" home decor: Lamps, red pillows, faux flowers, and a big mirror. Luckily, Kelly and her Mom have pretty good taste and so I have no problems with their additions.

Also, Obama swept this weekend. And he's going to sweep tomorrow. Awesome.

My drug of choice

Ok. I've mentioned on this blog before how addicted I am to Lost. Well, I was. That was then and this is now and somewhere in between I kicked the habit. I've since been living a life free of Jack, Kate, the Others, that weird black smoke stuff, and all the confusion that comes with it. I missed most of last season.

Unfortunately, I found myself channel surfing last Thursday night and happened upon the season premiere. I should have turned the channel right away, but I was once again sucked into the chaos that is this show.

That and I forgot how smoking hot Matthew Fox is.

I didn't mean for it to happen, but it did. Two hours later, I'm right back where I started, completely enthralled and having no clue what is going on. But I can't go back now. I must know how the heck these people get of the island and why, oh why, Jack is so crazy in the flash-forwards.

This being said, I've decided to dedicate this weekend to Lost, Season 3 and do my best to figure out what is going on. Heading straight to Hollywood Video after work today.

How to annoy me....

My blog is named after my favorite Friends episode. It's from season 4, episode 12 ("The One With The Embryos"), when Chandler and Joey play Monica and Rachel a game of "Who Knows Each Other Best" designed and administered by Ross.

Anyway, that phrase, "its all relative" became one of my go-to's and when I was deciding what to call my blog, it seemed fitting. That being said, when I went to name the blog, "It's All Relative" was already taken apparently, so I had to modify by adding "blog" to the title. I didn't really want to do that, but what choice did I have?

Today, still bugged 3 1/2 years later, I searched for the actual "It's All Relative" blog, only to find THIS.

What a waste. This Margaret person needs to cancel and let me have the url I have always wanted. I'm trying to figure out how I can get a hold of her so I can ask her to please give it up.

So, in honor of my blog,

Upset



I had nothing invested in the Super Bowl. I didn't really care that the Patriots went perfect. But I'll be honest, it's fun rooting for the underdog, especially when the the underdog wins.



And how cute was it that Peyton Manning showed up and cheered for his little brother? He was so excited up there in that box. So cute.



How you feeling now, Tiki Barbar?