Then the top of my head came off and everything fell out...

There was a small window of time when I felt interesting today. Unfortunately, I didn't blog during that time. So now I feel completely uninteresting. And you know what's really sad?

I'm going to blog anyway.

If I judged my life by the number of items under each label in my blog sidebar, I'd be in trouble. I have twice as much stuff in "Randomness" than anything else. And it's not because it's a miscellaneous catch all blog junk drawer. No, it's because those are the true accounts of things I do that are totally random.

My son is going to Australia with his dad for Spring Break. That's pretty cool. It'll be his second time there. That's where his stepmom is from.

I got the Jillian Michael's 30 Day Shred DVD at Target (totally cheaper on Amazon but I was too impatient to wait) and it's the perfect complement to my Wii Fit routine when I don't have time to make it to the gym.

I'm starting to say "Yes" to too much stuff again lately. I broke that habit for almost two years but I guess word got out that I fell off the wagon and now everyone's calling.

I chaperoned a Cub Scout field trip to the police station today. Two thoughts: I had a hard time telling the difference between the men in uniforms and the boys in uniforms once they all got to talking about how cool tasers are. And two: when the boys got to go into a jail cell and check it out, I thought about how cool it would be if I could leave them there, and I wasn't even trying to be funny.

I started reading Jane Eyre and sort of hated it, but now that she's out of that one school, it's not so bad.

I think that Adam guy on American Idol comes off as gay, and the problem with that is that I don't buy him as a heart throb, which is how the show is going to try to package him. And his musical dance theater roots show too much for him to package himself as an indie dude, which is what he's trying to do. I kinda don't like him although his Wednesday night performance was definitely the best one.

I don't watch Dancing the Stars because I don't think it's fun to watch people who aren't good at something do whatever it is they're not good at doing. If it was all ballroom professionals, I'd watch it in a hearbeat but it's not really entertaining to me to see people doing something I could probably do if I had a Mistic Tan and 8 hours a day with a ballroom expert.

I don't like teenagers when they travel in herds. As individuals, I enjoy them tremendously.

The only condition under which I would relive the ages 12-14 is if it would save the life of my children. Nothing less could convince me to do it.

I think people who make women's razors are part of a vast conspiracy to make sure our blades are inferior to our husbands'. Seriously, even when they say it's an equivalent four blade or whatever, my husband's Mach 3 kicks my Venus's trash.

No matter how many things I try at See's Candy, their polar bear paws make me down right happy. I am completely unrefined.

I'm beginning to hate the term "chick." It's usually not good if I call a girl a "chick" these days. Except if I say someone is a cool chick, in which case it's a sincere compliment.

As of next week, I'll be married to a middle-aged man. And I'm YOUNG. As a sidenote, he's the bestest husband EVER.

Alison Wonderland's sister hung out at my house yesterday. Does that blow anyone else's mind? Our house was their family's base of operations while they played at the beach. I like living close to the beach.

I want Tim Tams right now.

And a root beer. But at least I can just walk in the kitchen and get myself a root beer.

Guess what I'm filing this under today?