For the past week I have been barely hanging on. I feel like my legs will give out on me any second. My mom was telling me that she never sleeps. Even though my youngest brother is 17 and about to graduate from high school she says she stays up worrying. Is that how it’s going to be forever? You stay up when they are babies because they wake up to eat and poop, but when they are older you stay up wondering if they are safe.

I can’t imagine feeling like this for too much longer. If I don’t get some rest I’ll end up like those celebrities who go to the hospital for exhaustion. This is so much more than the “oh I partied all night and have to be at work” feeling. I can barely type this blog.

This morning I thought I didn’t want to celebrate mother’s day. I felt that because I am so tired I won’t be able to make it through the day. The best gift I could get would be sleep. But that’s just a pipe dream. I got too much shit to do to sleep.

T-

One lesson that I’ve learned and mentioned on today’s show that I think is very important: always remember that we don’t know other people’s circumstances. We don’t know what they’ve been through or how they got to where they are. Even if we think we do. If we all tried to remember that in our daily lives many silly fights could be averted. And as a frequent violator of this rule, that goes for me double.

GO THE EFF HOME!!!

Like the idea of Fantasy Football but hate sports? Well check this out. The site is called Fafarazzi and it lets you join leagues where you pick your favorite celebs and get points based on how much press they get. I’m doing pretty well in my league. Check out the standings. I’m Stevie G’s team in case you couldn’t tell.

I stayed home sick with some sort of cold or whatever…and what is it about every day that I’m home for Oprah (sick day, holiday, whatever) it’s never a good show?  Last time it was some show about really gross bodily functions or something…and today was Barbara Walters.  I mean, Barbara’s fine…but I kinda don’t care about her affair from 40 years ago, ya know?   I’m planning my next sick day around the Christmas show.   -Annette

That’s right carbs, you and I are through!!!

Our love affair began so long ago I can’t even remember. But now it must come to an end. I don’t look like that guy in the pic but I still don’t like what I see when I’m in the mirror. That’s why everything I eat will be brown. Well, not everything, just the rice and pasta. I don’t really eat a lot of bread so I’m fine there.

That’s right carbs, I found a way to quit you. It’s no longer about the white, cuz I’m down with the brown! Sho’ ya right

Oh my God the New Kids on the Block are old! Yes, this is them today, trying to make a comeback. And if you thought the Backstreet Boys were old… Jordan turns 38 on May 17th, Jonathan is 39, Joey is 35, Donnie is 38, and Danny is almost 39. Click the pic if you wanna check out their song (but don’t say I didn’t warn you).

A cute yet overly colorful family picture…

So the reviews have not been good, but I went to one of those sneak previews with a couple of friends and totally loved it! It’s just a chick-flick…but if you love McDreamy and you love all those types of movies…totally go see it! Or at least on-demand it when it comes to cable.
It started out really slow…but that’s when I’m busy eating my Twizzlers anyway…so just give it a few minutes.
OH - and I don’t think I’m giving anything away - but the beginning is kind interesting with the weird plastic coating or whatever they put on Patrick Dempsey’s face to make him look like he’s still in college. It was totally creepy.
So see the movie and then go home and fight with your man (like I did) cuz he’s not as romantic as McDreamy. -Annette

At this point on American Idol if the finals don’t come down to the two Davids - Archuleta and Cook, that is, then something is wrong. They are clearly by far the two most popular contestants, and I think it would make a pretty good finale, too. They couldn’t be more different: the supercool and cocky Cook vs the dorkiest teen hearthrob since McLovin’ Archuleta. The loner vs. the son of stage dad from hell. “I Wanna Rock” vs. “One time, at band camp…”

Actually this might be more fun as a cage match than as a singing competition. I think the scrappy Archuleta might win a cage match because Cook would be too worried that if he touched him he’d break him. I don’t know now I’m just rambling… anything not to talk about weepy Brooke or out-of-her-mind Paula. I’ll shut up now.