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• Jameson, my baby, turned 4 years old on March 18th. I should have talked about it and posted pictures. But I didn't.
• Brianna took her written driver's test and got her real license. (as opposed to that 'fake' learner's permit ha ha) Lucky girl that she is, she gets to drive the mini-van! Wouldn't you feel like a cool teenager getting to do that? And, she's NEVER home because she feels like she has to be somewhere all the time because she can drive there. Hey, who am I to argue? As long as I don't have to drive her, it's all good. I should have blogged it. Didn't.
• American Idol. I'm glad Sanjaya is gone. I'm tired of seeing him all over the place now that he is no longer on Idol. Otherwise, I love Jordin. Lakisha should smile, but the girl can sang. Melinda brings it every week. If anyone of the male persuasion stays longer, it should be Blake. Chris Richardson offends my ears and Phil has an ok voice, but is boring. I should have been talking about it here. I didn't. (haven't been..whatever.)
• Easter. The holiday in which it was proven that I am a a bad mother for I took not one photo. Not one single photo. I suck. I should have posted about it. I didn't.
• Braelyn was Student of the Month. Yay for her! Shoulda. Didn't.
• How I am a member of an official book club that does not include having to mail in money or postcards refusing the book of the month. It's a real gen-u-INE book club where we all read a chosen book and then meet and talk about it a la Ohpree Winfrey. (My grandma called her Ohpree.) And how with one day to go before the book club meeting I had a marathon reading session where I read 19, that's NINETEEN, chapters on Friday night. I rock. There's more to the story and what? I should have blogged about it. Didn't.
• Winter Guard and how the girls did with that. 6th place. Yay! Didn't.
  
• Work stress. Di'nt.
• At least 15 cute things my children have said. Oh no, I DI'NT.
• My complete obsession with Friday Night Lights and how if it gets cancelled after this season I will collapse into a depression so deep there will be no bringing me out. I LOVE those people! Coach Taylor (Kyle Chandler) doesn't know it yet, but he loves me and will soon come for me. Shoulda, coulda, woulda. Didn't.
• Lost. Oh how I love Lost. Even with everyone else complaining about it, I lovety love Lost. I want Sawyer to make ME a mix tape! Nope, didn't.
• Robin Thick. I love that song he sings so much that I set it as my music on my MySpace player and I ALMOST set it to auto-play. I HATE auto-play. But for THAT voice, I almost chucked my auto-play principles out the window. Almost. Also? I want him to sing to ME almost (there's that word again) as much as I wish for Dave Matthews to sit in an empty room with only me and his guitar and sing to ME. Wait. What was I talking about? Whatever it was, I should have blogged about it. Je pas.
• Speaking of Dave Matthews, he and the boys will be in Indy in August. Guess who didn't get tickets? I should have blogged and complained like I do every year. But, I didn't.
  

1. His "rapping".
2. His voice.
3. His "dancing."
4. His flappy hands. (you have to see it to know what that means.)
5. The kids on the show who think they can rap and dance.
6. The god awful music on the show.
7. The signature ending song called, "I Love To Learn."

Guess whose kids LOVE the show? Guess whose son goes around saying "yo, yo, yo?"

In case you want to join in the satanic ritual that is Hip-Hop Harry, check your local listings. It's on TLC every morning.

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