Yes, It's A List. Get Over It.

I've noticed lately that a lot of people are blogging in list format. Those people are also apologizing for blogging in list format.

Howev, I'm a LIST MAKER. This post will be in list format. And I'm not sorry about it.

Just keeping it real, peeps.

Here goes.

1. I vowed (VOWED!) not to watch The Bachelorette this season because I was so annoyed with the whole Jason/Melissa TV break up saga soap opera. And since I've been rooting for her on DWTS and have seen how stinkin adorable she is, the situation has made me even more angry. Except for the fact that apparently she is now dating a guy named Ty (how ironically happy is that!) and is very happy, I still hate how the whole thing went down.

But last night, as I was completely unaware that The Bachelorette was even on, I flipped on Twitter and saw the stream of conversations revolving around the show. And since I am the epitome of strength when it comes to peer pressure, I immediately flipped the channel and was sucked in like a kid drinking a milkshake.

I've already set my TiVo to record the entire season.

Hi, my name is Robyn, and I am a weak, weak person.

I sure do hope there's more breakdancing, more Member's Only jackets, more country singing and guitar playing, and less Tanner, who is freakishly obsessed with Jillian's feet.

I also think I'm gonna start saying "aboot." Shout out to all those Canadian peeps and their awesome accents.

2. Does Sarah Palin say "aboot?" Because that would rock if she did. I wore my McCain/Palin shirt yesterday and got lots of compliments on it. I'm still hoping November was a bad dream and we have a different president.....

3. I'm pretty sure the counting, organization, sorting, and distribution of Mary Emma's All-Star team uniforms are gonna be the death of me. Or the cause of lots of chocolate indulgences.

And that totally makes me mad because I have got some serious organizing skillz. I will not be defeated.

4. There are 2 more days of school. Hallelujah. That's all I've got to say about that. I'm sure the moms in Bloggyville are agreeing with me.

5. Fran is coming in town this weekend. I haven't seen her since January. And I MISS HER. Fran, Mary, & I are having dinner Friday night and I am so excited about it that I have been jumping and clapping all week long.

I also find it so strange, but SO GOD, that I have found such amazing friends on the internet. Some of them (Rachel, Becky Jo), I have never met in real life. But I adore them. ADORE THEM.

6. I had dinner with some friends last weekend, and since Spencer and Mary Emma were at the lake and I had a babysitter for Tait and Camille, I decided to do a little shopping ALL BY MYSELF. Wanna know where I went? Office Max, Hobby Lobby, and Lifeway. I consider that an awesome evening.

7. Spencer and I temporarily lost our minds last night and decided to take the kids to eat dinner at Kobe. You know, the Japanese steak house where they cook on your table and big fire shoots up to the ceiling and dinner takes a long time and you are sharing a table with strangers who don't necessarily want to eat next to kids who are screaming because the fire scares the bejeezus out of them. But it was actually pleasant. Mary Emma and Tait - aka the picky eaters - actually liked it. Mary Emma loved the soup, chicken, edamame, and noodles. Tait liked the noodles, edamame, and a little rice. Camille - aka the garbage disposal - loved the entire thing. She ate the salad, soup, chicken, rice, noodles, veggies, and edamame. They were quiet and well-behaved. The waiter (God bless his bones) toned down his "show" and didn't make any big flames. The other people at the table were traveling businessmen who weren't bothered that the show was toned down and were very sweet to the kids. We all left in good moods, which was such a blessing, since I would've never EVER thought that dinner at Kobe with 3 small kids would've been pleasant. Thank you, Lord, for being in EVERYTHING. Even the small things.

Hope y'all have a wonderful Tuesday.

Now back to the All-Star Uniform task.

Grrrrr.