You know how I have a habit of believing that my life is personally intertwined with celebrities I’ve never met?

(ex. Dane Cook incorporating Flamin’ Hot Cheetos into his SNL skit the day after I posted about them, Anna Nicole “expiring” a day after I posted how much I couldn’t stand her, etc.)

Well, this morning, I shed a tear of pride for the amazing Joss Stone.  I’ve been a Joss Stone fan since before the world caught on to her, catching a performance of Austin City Limits and trying to figure how in the world that huge voice came out of a 15 year old girl.

While exercising this morning, I had VH1 on and BOOM! that voice made me look up, but instead of the gawky, Janice-Joplin-Before-the-Coke looking teen, there was this GORGEOUS girl with vivid streaks in her hair, and curves that would make Beyonce jealous.

I like it when girls come into their own.  It makes me happy.

Chris, of the Chris & DeeDee Morning Show, made the most callous and insensitive of comments this morning when he compared the plight of the captured British soldiers to that of Katie Holmes because they were all “under the control of religious nuts”.  ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!

Momma called me yesterday to ask me who made the set of silverware she bought me.  I had no idea.  Then she asked if I liked my cookware.

YES, I said, I LOVE MY COOKWARE.

I REALLY love it now that I’m cooking.

Can I just say that I’ve had more fun cooking then I ever thought I would?  I like playing with food.  I mean, I’ve obviously enjoyed the eating part of food, but the making part had always eluded me.  Until I realized that I have a good eye for recipes.  Why?  BECAUSE I LOVE TO EAT.  So when I made stirfry the other night, I had an inkling to add a touch of liquid smoke and honey to the recipe.  It was fabulous.

My second favorite part of cooking?  Eating the leftovers for lunch the next day.  This is a money-saving venture in our house; we have made a pact that we will only eat dinner out on weekends, and will cook the other five nights.  Lunches are the same way.  And I love — LOVE — having a hot, home-cooked meal for lunch every day.

(I’m saying this over a bowl of reheated baked macaroni casserole that I kicked SERIOUS ass on last night.)

Top Chef, look out.  Sarah’s on her way.