And it’s Thursday! TA-DA and Welcome!
I’m pretty jazzed up about today, folks, and I’ll tell you why: I’m going on a road trip with some of my favorite ladies. My mom, Aunt Judy, Aunt Susie, and myself will be living the high life in Shipshewana, Indiana – a mecca of crafts, farmland, and Amish. Ok, so it’s not exactly “MTV Spring Break 2013” calibre, but that won’t keep me from shakin’ my booty like I’m making a highlight reel.
Yea, that’s how I roll.
Anyways, to the title of this blog, Part I.
If you know me in my real life, I am addicted to planners and all organizational tools, so you can imagine how my heart filled with unrelenting joy when I read yesterday’s A Bowl Full of Lemons’ post that featured the new line by Martha Stewart.
I want to live in this blog.
I wish I could tell you that I waited a full day, weighing the pros and cons of switching my life’s documentation system, but I was ready to roll at 10am when Staples opened its doors.
In the center of the store lay sanctuary of orderliness. I could barely contain myself.
And then I did some damage to their stock.
Am I planning a possible third trip? Neither my bank account or my dignity have comment at this time.
In other face-shielding news, I watched the season finale of American Idol last night. I was trying to be Joe Cool and not participate this season as Dear Hubby is not a fan. This would have been only the second season I had not watched in the 11-year span the talent show has been on the air. So while I continually professed my disinterest to friends who would inquire, “Ferrari, you see Idol last night???” I ask them for forgiveness. And humbly say, “You were right: this was the BEST season yet.”
P.S. Check out Jenny from the Block!
The finale came down to two singers, young Jessica Sanchez and Phillip Phillips.
I am definitely unfashionably late to this party, but I am Team Phillip, ALL.THE.WAY. Um, how can you NOT love a guy whose name is so good you have to say it twice?!?!
Anyways, I thought it would be my duty to share with you two of my favorite performances, and warn you (and myself) to never miss another season of Idol. Mama, I am home.