I'm feeling old this morning. I stayed up too late watching the Emmys. Then my daughter crawled into our bed at two in the morning ready for a chat. It's now 9:15, I'm on my second pot of coffee, and I still haven't found the energy to make my bed. It's going to be a long day.
Another reason I'm feeling old is that last night before the Emmys, I was on the computer looking at pictures of the "stars" as they arrived. I could try and convince you that I wasn't specifically looking for pictures of this man but given my track record of posting about my somewhat school girl-like obsession with him, would you believe me? Probably not. Anyways, while I was looking through the photos I realized that I had no idea who any of the people under the age of forty were.
The only young 'un I did recognize was Lauren Conrad and honestly I don't even know why I know who she is, since in my lifetime I've probably watched all of one minute of The Hills. (See! Why do I even know she's on The Hills?!) Once the shock of recognizing Lauren Conrad wore off, I wondered Why is Lauren Conrad even at the Emmys? How did she get invited? And if she's considered good enough to come, then how come those three ladies that sleep with Hugh Hefner weren't invited? This is why I'm old: I have reached the point in my life when I consider all non-talented blondes to be not only interchangeable, but probably sex partners of Hugh Hefner. It won't be long before I am starting sentences with In my day....
I also have no idea who Josh Groban is but his little TV theme song montage irritated the living piss out of me. Was it supposed to be funny? (As a side note: While I was typing this out I thought "Wait! Maybe I do know who Josh Groban is! Maybe he's the guy that's married to that bitch Katherine Heigl from Grey's Anatomy." And I got all excited thinking maybe I'm not as clueless as I think I am. But no. Thanks to Google I just found out that Heigl is married to Josh Kelley--another musician I know nothing about. Josh Groban is/was dating some blonde actress named January Jones. Again, I have no idea who this is. I have a feeling I could play around on Google all day finding young celebrities I have no knowledge of.)
In other news more related to my home front and less related to the huge yearly Hollywood party that I will never be invited to, it was a really nice, quiet weekend around here. Jay had a rare full weekend off of work and his being around the house and watching football didn't even throw me into a tizzy. Not even once. We did things with the kids and my mom, cooked out on the grill a lot, and just generally "hung out."
It was a relaxing, slow moving, weekend.
Jay was able to complete one small project for me this weekend. He made chalkboards for the kids' rooms.I can't take any kind of credit for this idea. I saw it first over at The Artful Parent, but have since seen it on other blogs as well. It was a quick, easy, and cheap project and I am so happy with the way they came out. I would love to show you pictures of the board in the boy's room as well but frankly his room is dirty, smelly, and dark as a cave and right now I'd rather just not go in there.
Well, it's overcast outside and not incredibly hot so I think I'll leave the computer and spend some time outdoors. Before I go, let me remind you that a certain book comes out tomorrow. Don't expect much from me for the next few days.