And now a word from an American Idol junkie....

My comments on this week's auditions.....

Ok, tonight I was laughing so darned hard I was almost crying. Envision "panther boy". If you didn't see him, you missed the funniest audition I think I ever saw. And there was last night's "Kellie Pickler" wanna be. Ok, "my daddae, hae shoat hisself....." Yeah right. Oh my word and they let this wanne-be through to Hollywood! Further comments are: what was UPPPP with Paula last night?? She could not have been sober. She still looked a bit out of it tonight. And then there was the chick hitting on Simon, the "big bird" and oh I could go. But the old guy was sweet tonight- bless him. I did really enjoy one guy tonight- no clue on his name, but he was the back up singer guy. He might be the best I have heard on all the auditions so far. JMHO. Well, maybe my favorite was the "like a virgin" gal from last night, you know, the one who blamed the floor for her horrific singing.
Ah yes, I am a junkie to the core. And now that I have gotten my "fix", I can go to bed in peace.
Out. And perhaps my next blog will be more prolific.

Age is just a number.....right??

Pretty much I live my life still believing and acting like I am in my early 20's. In fact, I might even still think I am in my teens since I still LOVE teeny bopper movies, talk like an 80's throwback (awesome, cool, etc.) and generally say things that make me think- "do normal 30+ year olds talk like this?"

But next month I am turning 35. 35..... It's kind of freaking me out. I don't know- 35 just doesn't sound all that young. It's flying in the face of my beliefs that I am really just a kid. But 35? Eeewwwhhhh. So I am dealing with that.

But last night it got even worse. My dad was over for dinner. He has been married to my stepmother for just about 17 years. I was 18 years old when they got married- just about out of high school. At 18, your father doesn't have an age, or minimally, he is, of course, OLD.

Well, Don't I fall to the floor freaking out when I find out that he was MY AGE when he married her!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What I would have perceived as old, was actually in fact, really really young..... RIGHT????!!!!! I don't know, I can't even explain the feelings I am having about it exactly. I just can't believe he was that young. Or maybe I can't believe that I am just that "old".

Whatever the case, ultimately, I truly do believe that age is a state of mind and of being. I don't have to get mentally old. I can keep on believin' that I am young, and it will keep me energetic, active, vibrant and well, yes, perhaps clueless. But so be it.

In the meantime, just let me freak out a little bit that I might not really be as young as I think.
This too shall pass.

Confessions of an American Idol junkie

I am now on my third season of American Idol. The first season I watched, I thought it was great but thought- shew, what a time committment. It's on all the time, etc. Next year, I won't watch it. So, last year came and all the way up until the season premier, I was saying "not this year. Too much". Season premier hit last year, where was I opening night? On my couch. Watching American Idol. All the way through the season. So, this year hits. What do you think I thought to myself? "I CAN'T WAIT UNTIL AMERICAN IDOL STARTS!!" No more fooling myself. I knew right from the get go that I was going to be glued to the tube. No more lying to myself. Evidently I am "vibrating at a much higher level now" and can look inside and be honest with myself. (haha!) So, here it is. I am a confessed American Idol junkie. I am addicted to the good old fashioned entertainment of it all. Even the lack of entertainment in the show is entertainment. Take the woman who sang like the lion from Wizard of Oz. Yes, something to aspire to. I need to practice. So, its on tonight....and tomorrow night....and practically every night of the week until May it seems. And you'll know where to find me. Whooping it up on my couch- right along with the "rest of America". Can't wait!

How to go from "loving mom" to "monster mom" in 20 days...

It's called PMS. (Sorry guys, this post is a bit "girly") What has happened to me? I used to be proud of my monthly sanity- I never had a problem with PMS. But- something has changed. Some kind of evil monster takes over my life once a month. It seems to have started since I became a mother- or maybe since I became 30, or maybe...who knows. It's just been sometime in the last few years. Sometimes I catch on that the monster has arrived and sometimes I don't realize until it becomes hindsight. Last week, I was a horrible mother. Especially on one particular day. So, I just went about my day, figuring- I was a horrible mother. A few days later, a little trigger made me realize.... "Oh brother, I was PMS'ing last week." How to go to "monster mom" in 20 days? Just ask my family. It takes no effort at all; it seems to come naturally and seems to strike with deadly venom. I dont' know, maybe I should just go on vacation once per month. Sounds good to me.

Just how????

Just how do you maintain sanity when parenting toddlers? I need this pertinent information. I am not doing so well some days..... some days I am going straight up nuts.....today and the last few days would be some of those days. And I am wondering- who is better going to survive this time? My children or me? Hm..... Oh no... I see the men in the white suits coming down the driveway....are they for me???

A little insight from a lunatic

It occurred to me this evening- I must be living in another mental world. Here's the deal. I am a behavioral perfectionist. I expect myself to be perfect, I expect those closest to me to be perfect. And now, I expect my two toddlers to be perfect. Wait a minute. Stop right there. What the heck am I saying? What am I doing? It's bad enough I expect this of myself. Then Barry, but a ONE YEAR OLD and a TWO YEAR OLD???!!! Yes, its true. This came to me when I was lamenting about the difficult day that I had today. You see, I expect a perfect day. And when its not, my whole day is tainted and sometimes even ruined. You might think- if I lowered my expectations just a TAD, I might have a happier kind of day. You might think that. It seems, in this particular lucid moment, that I am setting myself up for frustration- and certainly annoying those around me! In this lucid moment, there is just no way that any of us are perfect and I should just cut everyone a break. I mean really. There is only One that is perfect. And it aint me. In this lucid moment, I should wake up tomorrow- know that I am going to have frustrations a'plenty and deal with it. But tomorrow morning, lunatic Linberger will arrive and will expect my children to do everything perfectly, respond perfectly, and be perfect. I need help.

Life is made up of...

Life is made up of beautiful moments. Moments in time where you say "YES!". There are many of them, if you watch out for them. There might be a few days where you don't see them. There might be a day where you have a bunch. And you might start out the day with a beautiful moment, setting the pace and tone for the rest of the day- giving you hope that yes, you might actually have a good attitude today. These moments look different with each stage of life. The important part is, catching them whatever they might be. Like children that are smiling when you go in to get them. Like watching your son clutch himself and asking if he has to go potty and he says "yes." And you take him to the potty and he goes. Moments where you say "YES!" These are moments of pure joy. These are beautiful moments.
Look for your moment today.

Welcome to the life, times and thoughts of me

Well, its kinda fun blogging. And, it seems as though people enjoy reading blogs. So, here goes. A blog of life. A blog of humor. Definitely a blog of sarcasm. Most definitely a blog of American Idol commentary. A blog of motherhood. A blog of wifehood. A blog of life. My life, my thoughts, my mind. A little of this and a little of that. Your comments are welcome. My pictures better be welcome and most of all, my "just a little bit over the top life" will be blogged.

And you wonder- what- she has no life, so now she blogs? YES I have a life, thank you very much! BUT, I want to keep my wit about me amidst toddlers screaming, runny noses, diapers, discipline and playing on the floor. Keep my wit and keep sharp. Yep.

Why the name? My husband, Barry, calls me "over the top". Am I really over the top? Not really. But in his world I am. You see, we are completely, A100% opposites. There isn't too much between him and I that is the same, in the personality department. So, to him I am way, way over the top. And quite frankly, the name cracks me up. Why wouldn't I want to be called "over the top?" For a person who embraces life, loves fun and always wants to do a little bit more, its a great name. So, that's what the blog'll be. Embracing life, having fun, thinking just a little bit and posting about it.

So, tootles and enjoy.