Clearly I have things so very together.
I decided to just skip all that and tell you about THIS week so far. Not that it has been especially exciting or interesting, but that has never stopped me from sharing with you in the past.
My best friend Courtney and I have a fantastic deal worked out where she watches Jayci for me on Tuesdays so I can go to Metro Kidz downtown, and then I watch her two little ones on Wednesdays so she can get her work/errands/etc done. And let me just tell you that Tuesday afternoons? Are a delight. I love having a little "me" time in the car: I usually stop and get some Chick-fil-a and a diet coke, oh and then I get to hang out with my kiddos too.
Yesterday was especially fun because the kids begged me to PLEASE come see their talent show, because they were going to rap and just KNEW they were going to get the trophy. Not sure how to turn down the joy of watching my kiddos rap, I agreed. And somehow ended up taking four kids to Cold Stone Creamery in the meantime. But really, how can you be eleven whole years old and think ice cream from the sketchy ice cream van is the best there is? It's a crime I tell you.
At the talent show, only one of the five boys had a parent there to see them (but don't worry, I made up for it by sitting in the front row with a goofy grin on my face and waving
The boys forgot their music, but decided to just freestyle it, rapping some song about "turning my swagg on." Lets be honest, I wasn't sure what that meant so I looked it up at urbandictionary.com - apparently it means "style". I wish they would share with me the secrets of turning my style on, I could use a little help in that area. Unfortunately, only 2 of the 5 boys were able to rap before they closed the curtains on them for inappropriate gestures. The other mom and I looked at each other and shook our heads and rolled our eyes. I went backstage to try and calm them down, picturing a disastrous swarm of angry fifth grade boys. They were angry, but it was mostly directed at the one who had gotten them kicked off the stage. And they were insistent they COULDN'T GO BACK TO SCHOOL EVER BECAUSE THEY GOT BOOED OFF THE STAGE AND THAT IS JUST SO EMBARASSING. I tried to explain that no one booed, and also tried to ask for some explanation of what had gone wrong. They did manage to defend the boy who got them kicked off by saying (and I quote) "it's really hard to rap without grabbing your junk." Oh. I can see how that would be hard. Or not.
Anyhow, I assuaged their anger with a few MAC-chicken sandwiches and Sprites. Because nothing calms me down like some good fast-food. And then I headed home, determined that nothing would stop me from seeing American Idol and the "sneak peek" of Glee.
I only have one thing to say about American Idol: I know that Adam can sing, but why does he have to be so annoying while he does it?! I tried to vote for Kris a few or 50 times, but it was consistently busy, which I'm hoping is a good thing.
Did anyone else watch Glee? Because it was a delight. And here's a little video of the
I have been singing Don't Stop Believing all day (don't worry, only in my head).
In other news, only 3 weeks until we are up at CAMP! I am so pumped, I cannot even tell you how much I love camp. More on that later. Because this is already entirely too long.
And in even MORE news, we booked a vacation for after camp. Camp is intense people, and we are going to need LOTS of relaxing, food, and drinking (diet coke obviously) to unwind.
I am officially the most long-winded person ever. So I apologize for this very NOT brief update. But seriously, watch Glee. You will not be sorry (unless you don't like it, then I take back everything I said about it, because I am nothing if not a follower).
Oh and I went to Body Pump at the gym this morning for the first time in sweet forever. And my muscles are NOT pleased with that decision. They are now shaking and giving out randomly in protest.