ahhhh... now i remember

i had forgotten why i never watch tv anymore.

feeling a bit out of touch, i tuned in to american idol last night.

at first, i thought something was wrong with my television speakers... but the judges confirmed it was the contestants and not my tv. the first three were beyond painful to watch.

i turned off the tv, but after a few minutes couldn't withstand my curiosity and turned it back on.... i had to see if they were ALL going to be as terrible.

i should have left it off.

THAT GUY! what is up with that weird-o guy? i felt like i was lost in the twilight zone... or possibly had tuned into a mad tv spoof of a.i.... unfortunately it was legit, and i needed a shower after his act, i was all kinds of creeped out.



the red-head was good. really good. and the last guy, decent but but it was too little to late for me. i'm off tv again. i'm stickin' to my weekend viewing of dvr'd bones episodes.

on the plus side, i got to see the following commercial, which in my opinion was the best thing on tv last night. z and i rewound it and watched it about five times. it just doesn't get old.

running on empty...

i am exhausted!

time keeps slipping away from me. i have made a recent effort to stop myself from thinking about what's next, and try to focus on what is happening now, because i'm missing it. missing the present by worrying about the future.

it's hard to do, but i've been able to clear my head and focus on what is currently going on a couple of times, and i like it. it's nice.

so... i thought of a blog post, but i couldn't get the pics done.

it was about valentine gifts, and how my son brought enough home to fill a trash bag, and over half of them were homemade. yup - homemade! amazing. one was a hand-stitched finger puppet, a robot and the card was also hand made and it said "your megabites of fun" it was really cute. seriously though, who has the time? i thought i was doing great by attaching a box of conversation hearts to the store-bought valentine cards we signed on our way out the door.

oh well. i'm over it.

z's 5th birthday party is tomorrow, and we are psyched! promises to be lots of fun! i'll be back with details, and hopefully pics. we shall see.

well, time to go focus on the now. :)

what's your take?

i think he's acting the part of a weirdo...

song of the moment

i thought of my friend kristen when i heard this song today... thought i'd dedicate this to you k...



... and to all the moms out there as well.

thanks to my sister, i had the privilege of hearing this performed live. i cried then and every time i've heard it since.

hotel life

sometimes i just need to check out.

would anyone like to volunteer to live my life for a few days so i can check out. just a few days, that's all i need.

chicken fried bacon

zach and i were treated to breakfast yesterday morning.

zach's dad arrived to pick him up, and offered to take us to the 620 bakery and cafe, a place he's been itching to go since i moved into this neighborhood. i obliged, and what a treat it was.

this is one of those places you'd expect to see the food network feature on diners, dives, and drive-ins.

they started us off with a basket of made-from-scratch breads, banana, cranberry, apricot, and whole grain. yummmm! oh, yeah and they sell their homemade breads by the loaf.

as a breakfastizer, we ordered chicken fried bacon. when that is on the menu, how can your curiosity be overcome? as if the bacon itself battered and fried wasn't enough, it's served with cream gravy dipping sauce. a taste sensation, my friends. i'm sad to say, it was absolutely delicious. amazing, actually.

after that heart attack, z and i split steak and eggs... complete with country fries and grits...

topped off with some of the best pancakes ever served.

i haven't eaten since that meal .... and i'm still not hungry.

the strangeness of timing

i got divorced today.

yep.

took about five minutes, no exaggeration.

it seems odd. you spend countless days... years... trying to make things work. trying so hard, day after day, hour after hour, minute after... well you get the point.

and then you stand before a judge who says one sentence and booya... marriage dissolved.

kinda crazy.

i'm not sad that it's over... i mean i'm past that point. it had to be done, there was no more questioning that. i do feel like i'm all of a sudden 33 and have no idea how i got here. time flys when you're having fun... it vaporizes when you're not.

anyway.

tonight zach and i popped some popcorn and watched the incredibles. out of no where he says, "hmm, that's weird. why does dash's daddy live with him and his mommy? that's weird, huh?"

i was speechless for a moment... then i reverted back to the big purple dinosaur years and remembered the song about different types of families.

"no, zach. it's not so weird. there are all kinds of families. blah blah blah and stuff..." i told him bunch of crap i didn't really believe and that it was all okay.

i guess it is. sorta.

anyway, it's just a strange feeling.

the boy who cried bee... and the mom who didn't listen

i like to open the windows when i clean house on the weekend and there's a small hole in one of my screens where a honey bee got in today

z: "mommy, there's a bee in the house!"

m: "hmmmm?"

busily scrubbing my counter tops and appliances with clorox clean-up

z: "mommy, mommy, there's a bee it's going to sting you!"

m: "huh, okay baby"

zzzzzzzzzzzz.....zzzzzzzzzzzz......zzzzzzz

m: "oh my gosh, there's a bee in here!"

z: "i told you!"

m: "i know, but... where's my broom?"

z: racing back from the garage with the broom "did it sting you mommy?"

m: "no, where is it, i can't see it?"

my adrenaline races anytime i see or hear a bee, wasp, scorpion... or anything that stings. i've never been stung by anything which is probably why they scare me so bad.

z: "it's over here mommy."

m: "move! you're gonna get stung!"

z: racing to his room and calling out from behind the door "tell me when it's dead, okay"

m: "okay" ... i swat at the bee with my broom... then push the table out of the way because it fell to the ground and bounced across the floor. just as i was about to swat it again it made a dash for the window. i broke the broom handle off trying to swat at it through the blinds.

m: "crap!"

z: "mommy?!"

m: "i'm okay, he's dead, you can come out."

z: "can i see him"

m: "yep, but don't touch, he still has a stinger."

z: "can you take off his stinger and let me keep him?"

m: "no"