Embodiment of Latin Passion

That is Sanjaya. Just kidding. Although, to be perfectly truthful, and I can't believe I'm writing this out loud, but Sanjaya was the only one who "felt" his music on Latin night. I agree wholeheartedly with Simon, that it wasn't horrible. Do not get me wrong. I will never like Sanjaya and the way he makes love to the camera and makes me feel dirty and skeevy. But to me, all of the rest were just a bunch of people singing Latin songs. It may just be because I'm lazy right now, or that it really all was just so-so. Nothing stood out. If my husband was writing this, here's how it would go: Melinda: "this is horrible". Lakisha: "this is horrible" and on and on. He's a tough crowd. I just thought they were all ok. Good news is that they all looked really good, cute dresses, loved Jordin's hair, Phil wore a hat, and I couldn't get past Lakisha's gigantic hoots enough to focus on her song. Each one is the size of my head!!! I guess it really is sheer envy that I have to notice this. I look forward to my pregnancy boobs because they boost me up a cup or two, but then you know what happens when it's all over and the baby's on the bottle. Or maybe that's just me. I'm spending way too much time on hoots. Anyway, this week, anyone goes. It's Idol roulette.

I'm glad I wasn't the only one who had to dig deep for some motivation today! I ended up finding some, although it was touch and go for a while. Easter is officially put away. Parts of the home are clean (the parts most people can readily see). Went grocery shopping in the pouring rain. Then I tried to replicate the Melting Pot and made cheese fondue for dinner with leftovers from a cheese platter I made for Easter and it came surprisingly close! Yay me! I am always amazed when I make something that turns out halfway decent so I have to give myself mad props, yo, when I do it. I'm still finding myself as a cook. So that's it, that's where it all ended. My balloon deflated shortly afterward, I could barely keep my eyes open for Idol, and I'm back where I started in my pajamas.