I am looking forward to the holidays. I find the looking forward part way more fun than the looking back part. Like Carly Simon sang, anticipation, anticip-a-a-tion, is keepin' me way-a-ai-tin'. There's this ball of excitement I can feel inside me. Even though the holidays are over commercialized, I still can't help getting that same tingly feeling I've had around the holidays since I was little. Nothing against looking back. I look back all the time. Especially when I'm backing out of my driveway. Remember last week? Boy those were the days. It was a simpler time when everybody knew each other's names and you could borrow a cup of sugar from your neighbor. (My neighbor moved away this week, so no more sugar for me.) Remember Darius Weems and Logan Smalley and the story of their amazing friendship? Remember kid inventor Derek Martinez' helpful review of this year's toys and his 1 to 1000 "Fond Of Meter"? I can still recall the week that I had Tom Brokaw, Paris Hilton, Anderson Cooper and Howie Mandel. Who could forget Howie's modeling advice? We had the bachelorette who got dumped and the bachelor who dumped her. We even tested Miss Puerto Rico, Ingrid Marie Rivera, to see how much abuse she could take while walking the runway. ( I wonder what she thought when she saw that bottle coming at her head?) I had a blast with Rocco DiSpirito. His recipes are so simple, I think that even I could cook them.