One month on the new blog, and I'm already forced to take the week off from commentary. Who knew? More next week.

Last nigt, we discovered Ella likes Roy Orbison. The latest Target commercial came on, and she started shaking her little huggie-clad tush like it was 11:58 and she was in the elevated platform on Dick Clark's Rockin' New Year's Eve. When Giuia and I got over our giggles and could think to do more than rewind the commercial over and over again to see our kid boogey down (God bless Tivo), we flipped to VH1 classics and ran through a few more bands. Apparently, Ella's a fan of the aforementioned Roy Orbison, Talking Heads, Billy Joel, and Bob Marley. She could care less for Journey, Country music in general, and (the new) Justin Timberlake. I also discovered my bride is unfamiliar with Double Dutch Bus, by Frankie Smith. She'll be getting her funky bus fare immediately.

I took a crack at prioritizing my "must-do" list by the amount of spam mail I'm now receiving: 10. Meet my personal millionare mentor and learn his secrets. 9. Get paid to take surveys. 8. Finally satisfy my woman. 7. Confirm my membership. 6. Lose weight with the Atkins/Zone/Celebrity diet. 5. Increase my bust size. 4. Master the secrets of eBay. 3. Increase my "member" size. 2. Pick up my free gift. 1. Buy a lifetime supply of Viagra for less than $2.