gah

I am a lazy sloth who eats salt and vinegar potato chips and chocolate chip cookies, a circumstance which greatly contributes to the (large) status quo of my ass and the lack of energy i have as of late. i guess to be fair, the lack of energy is also attributed to the toddler who lags behind my motherly load, exclaiming:

"Look, momma...Dee-go's (Diego's) truck!"

But to be fair, as he follows me, also recounting the details of yesterday's ride in momma's new car or about putting his shoes on to go 'out-tide,' I am headed in the direction of the kitchen to get another cookie. So if you were inclined to feel bad for me, you shouldn't.

It relieves stress, what can I say?

Apparently I don't want to lose 10 pounds (or 20) badly enough, otherwise I'd be raiding the fridge for a carrot stick. Ha! The very image of that makes me double over in an incapacitating fit of laughter.

So, my American Idol addiction continues, and I personally thought little Archuletta made a superb choice of song tonight, even though I agreed with Simon that his vocals didn't cause the jaws of America to drop to their knees (my words, not his). But do we *really* want the jaws of America to drop to their knees? I think not, people. And, furthermore, I think that sentence makes absolutely no grammatical sense whatsoever. But it's late, and I'm leaving it in because now that I've called attention to this, I find it wildly funny. Okay, perhaps not wildly, just mildly. And, apparently, now I can rhyme, too.

I think D. Archuletta and D. Cook will be the last men standing, even though I ADORE Carly Smithson ;-)

And -- Michael Johns. Ahhhhh. He will not win. In fact, sadly, I think he and little Brookie will be out soon. However, he would be on my bedroom wall (on a poster, people) if my husband would let me. But he's gotta stop with all the Queen/rocker songs and do more blues. And -- I'm sure he will get right on that per my recommendation...because, you know, he's reading my blog right now.

Having said all of this, I don't vote, so how much of an addict can I really be? Truly. I should just stick to the potato chips and cookies. No voting required.

Hope all is well and true in all of your worlds. We miss everyone who is far away, but we are makin' tracks here. And, happy 31st to my lovely husband, who celebrated his big day Sunday with a paint roller in his hand.

21: beer bottle.
31: paint roller.

Any takers on 41? Gawd, 41. Ick, Ick. Get out of my head, 41. La, la, la, la, la, la.

Be back soon with more exciting stuff soon. Really. I will. Once American Idol is over. I promise.

Peace out.