Posted By AmyD. on July 30, 2007

Ahhh, another Saturday night. I don’t recall a time when Saturday night meant something more than, “Yippee, Sunday breakfast after a morning spent sleeping in!”

Parties, bars, etc. That was probably more my husband’s scene for many years than my own. He’s cool with that NOT being his scene now and truthfully, I wouldn’t know any different so it doesn’t really matter.

Typing things like that really makes me feel old.

I’m typing this in my pajamas while listening to Maggie nag Kate almost relentlessly. Kate is watching Avril Lavigne on A&E’s “Private Sessions” for at least the 5th time. Ethan is walking around moody and rather pissy since he has been suffering from a migraine all day. I feel for the kid but the pissiness is wearing thin on my nerves.

I rarely get migraines anymore, this being a lovely combination of prescription medications and sheer will power. (See Louis L. Hay, “You Can Heal Your Life” – it actually works)

Mike is out in the garage banging away on the drums. Yes, we are now hosts to a drum set in our garage. Kate has taken to them and seems to have a natural knack as does Maggie. Mike has been praying for a drummer since his son took up lead guitar and knocked him to bass guitar. Now, he has two drummers beating each other unconscious for her “turn.”

I would be loving life if the little one would lose and be rendered unconscious for a few hours. The incessant shrieking today is about to make me stab myself in the ears with an ice pick and run screaming down the street ala Jamie Lee Curtis in “Halloween.”

Instead I’ve settled for 3 shots of tequila and am about to mosey (you mosey after three shots) into the kitchen for a couple more. I’ll still hear the shrieking but most likely, I won’t give a damn.

My mother bought Kate the latest (and last) Harry Potter book. Awesome of her, I think! I read the last 3 chapters and the epilogue. I wanted to avoid the heartache and drama and just read about Voldemort getting his ass beat. That couldn’t have been much of a spoiler… not even the mildly sadistic JK Rowling would let us go without Lord V getting a well-deserved ass whomping.

For the first time in what feels like (and actually is) years I have a reading list. An actual list of books I intend to purchase and read… that is, as soon as I can recall where I saved the list on my computer. Wish me luck with that, will ya?

I haven’t done a lot of reading over the past few years, well, not since Maggie could crawl anyway. That and I am still waiting for the latest installment of Sue Grafton’s Alphabet Mysteries to come out. There is really nothing worse than being completely caught up and having to WAIT it out to see what happens to your favorite heroine ever! (Kinsey Millhone, duh).

So, these are the things running through my mind tonight as I sit here, slightly buzzed, listening to Amy Grant’s “Simple Things” for the 1000th time this week. That is currently my favorite song and certainly my all-time favorite Amy Grant song – which really says something considering I’ve been listening to her music since she began… grew up with it you could say. I recall my mother playing Age to Age on Sunday mornings while working the curlers out of my hair for church.

*sigh*

Now, I really feel old.

I’m done now.

G’night.

Amy Grant – Simple Things

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