- American Idol. I've read countless recaps saying how horrible this group is and how horrible Ellen is and how the show, well, it has lost it, but no! No! It's usually bad the first live week and Ellen is no Kara, fine, but she's no Paula either, THE WOMAN WHO COULD NOT SPEAK ENGLISH UNDERSTANDABLY. Also, I think there are some incredible singers this go round, really. (Andrew, Lee, Didi, Lilly) (Not to mention, season TWO. AND THREE. Both horribly boring and sub-par seasons that I couldn't even bring myself to watch regularly.)
- Kyle's still not walking, and I actually don't care much. I'm surprised at how not worried I am about this because, ha-ha, that's just what I do. Some adults pay their bills on time and get plenty of sleep and eat all their vegetables whereas I obsessively worry. I know he'll do it when he's ready, though, and he's shown all the signs of getting there. I even think he could probably do it now, he's just not that interested, BUT I keep thinking how much easier it would be if I didn't have to carry him everywhere. To put him down on the ground and let him get himself from point A to point B would be such a nice change of pace. It's more that I'm lazy than worried, you see.
- I ran two straight miles yesterday. I was so exhausted and so sweaty but also so damn proud of myself that when I walked out to my car, I half-expected a marching band playing celebratory tunes and a group of friends clapping and throwing confetti to be waiting for me. I was just so taken aback that I could do that. It wasn't easy, oh no, and I wanted to quit roughly 9 million times throughout those 28 minutes (my pace is slow, yo), but I've never run two straight miles in my life. Even when I was 108 pounds and dancing every day, I wasn't running. This is a DAMN FEAT but, my god, I have to run a whole extra 1.2 miles in exactly a month, and if I do it, I really will expect that confetti. Got that?
- I find myself constantly thinking about Top Chef -- which isn't normal, I know -- but my love for that show runs deep. I get physically sad when a season wraps-up because I know I'll have to wait months and months for another installment, and although I couldn't really get into Top Chef Masters its first season, I will definitely be tuning in when it airs in April. I NEED MY TOP CHEF FIX. Where is the foie gras? And the ceviche? I'd even take gratuitous foam usage if I could just see one little Quickfire. (And all those Top Chef knock-offs don't do it for me. Chopped, The Next Food Network Star, blah blah, NO.) Do you have a show like this? That you are unhealthily attached to?
- We kick off our Meatless March this Monday, and I plan to document it (who's surprised?) but almost exclusively over on my Flickr stream. So, follow along, if you'd like.
We finally have a clean-bill-of-health baby, so we're going to pack our weekend with plans (as in: WE'RE GETTING OUT OF THE HOUSE, WHOO), but tell me, what are you up to this weekend?