Clueless

I have no idea where my mind is today. I can't seem to focus on anything, especially a topic. Sure I have some ideas, but not everything is worth posting.

I've thought about how upsetting the season finale to Glee was. I cried. Not because half of them graduated, but because *SPOILER ALERT* Finn and Rachel didn't get married. THEY BROKE UP. Wtf? And for what? So she could go to NYADA and he could join the Army. Aside from some MAJOR let downs, it was pretty good. Especially the first 5 minutes.

We've been watching High School Musical 2 lately. Frankly, it is the worst one of the 3. But Ryker seems to like it. He always bounces up and down to the music. He is too cute for words.Every time we watch HMS2, it gets cheesier and cheesier. Like really? If I took that many breaks to just bust out in song, I would get fired.

Well, that's all I got today. Like I said before, my train of thought is all over the place. But apparently I don't have as much on my mind as I thought. Until next time, hasta pasta ;)

Gleek-Out!

My goal is to post something everyday. Whether or not it is a sentence of a novel, you'll get to hear it straight from the horses mouth. Figuratively speaking of course.

May has to be one of the worst months ever! All my beloved shows must come to an end until the fall. That's three months away. THREE MONTHS IS TOO LONG OF A WAIT! Last Monday was the season finally of Bones. Mostly a HUGE disappointment. Yesterday was the SERIES FINALLY of House.

So today is Glee-duation. The season finally of, yup you guessed it, Glee. And apparently I have to wait another hour just to watch it! Why, American Idol, do you have to be so tv greedy? What was wrong with leaving Glee at 7pm??? I have questions that I want answered now! Like: what kind of drama is Santana's mom going to cause? Will Puck graduate?(I know he will, but that is besides the point.) Will Finn and Rachel finally get married? Will Rachel be accepted to NYATA? When will Will and Emma get married? What is going to happen next?!! Now I have to find something to do until then. I could clean my house or do my dishes, but I really don't want to.

So I will blog some more. Now that all my shows are ending, what am I going to watch now? My library of movies that I have watched a million times? I'm pretty sure White Collar comes on during the break. I'll just have to watch that and wait patiently until September.

I understand my writing style is choppy and goes from subject to subject without a moments notice. That's how my mind works. So welcome to my world.

Movie Marathon

In the Cronin home, we love to watch movies. Thing is, it takes us twice as long to watch one. It make for a fun experience and a very good excuse to watch it more than once.

We have this wonderful little 10 month old boy that runs around creating havoc. If it is not his idea to watch a movie, no one does. When one starts, we pause and rewind it frequently. "What did they say?" is usually the topic of the night. And when my precious Ryker falls asleep, it is time for mommy and daddy to go to bed too.

Ryker, you say, is an unusual name. It's a name of a prison in New York, called Rikers Island. There is however a prison in the X-Men movies called Ryker's Island. No, he was not named after a prison of any kind. We aren't so much the movie buff, but it was fun to learn about Ryker's name.

Every day after bath time, we pop in a movie. Two to three days of the week is actually the same one. Right now we are watching Paycheck, it seems to be good. Do I know what's going on? For the most part. It is day two and we are finally getting to the end.

Television shows are easier to watch. They are just the perfect time frame from bath time to bed time. Problem with shows, you want to keep watching more. We have to force ourselves to turn Bones off and go to bed.

So bring on the popcorn, snuggle with a blanket and my little man, and my night is made.

Just another manic Monday.

Is it written somewhere that Monday's have to be so awful?

Today,  actually wasn't soo bad. I tend to over exaggerate. It's so easy to do. But every Monday I see people walking around like a zombie ready to bite someones head off. And sometimes they do! Sure we all have bad days, but do we really have them every week? I don't. I like Mondays. Yeah, they are there worst day of my week, only because I have a ton of paperwork to do. I don't take it out on other people though.

If anything to complain about on Monday is, THERE IS NO BONES UNTIL SEPTEMBER!! I was not too happy with the season finale. It did it's job on making me want to know what happens next, but don't leave me hanging like that! Can I skip the next 3 months or so? No? Darn.

Back in the swing of things.

Dearest Bloggers! Or at least my one and only friend who will actually read this. (Yes, I am talking about you. Don't squint your eyes, point your finger at yourself and mouth 'me'.) It has been way too long. A lot has happened since my last spastic post about nothing. Let's see. I got marriedre-unitedwithmyfamilyhadababyandgotpromoted. Did I forget anything?  :)


 Basically I am needing an outlet. I NEED to clear my head of some thoughts. Like; Why don't they make a movie based on Agent Coulson? Why is water wet? What is the air speed velocity of a flying swallow? African and European? These thoughts, along with many others, are rattling in my head pleading to get out. Sure, I like to talk in third person, but that doesn't make me crazy. Right? After all the average 3 year old will talk in third person and everyone thinks it is cute. 


Now. Why is my blog titled "I solemnly swear, that I am up to no good"? Easy. I use to be/still am a Potter. Not just a fan, but it is my blood. My past, present, and future. It is who I am and forever shall be. I was willing to make the compromise of making my husband take my last name instead of me taking his. That obviously didn't work out. I still have the desire to name a son Harry.  


I have no train of thought here. I think it then I post it. Simple as that. Here, I can be me. My open, crazy, random self. People don't actually realize how fun I can be. (Well, you do. Don't you?) To be honest, I miss my old self. I'm no fun anymore. I don't want to do anything or go on fun adventures like to Oak Creek Canyon. NO PARKING NO PARKING NO PARKING NO PARKING. You got it? NO PARKING. 


Judge me if you may, but I don't make the final decision in the end.