What I Know For Sure

I'm approaching my high school reunion. I'll leave you guessing as to how many years it's been. What I can tell you is that when I graduated, leg warmers were so yesterday and big bags were totally in. I can also tell you that although I'm no longer able to solve a geometric theorem, I have more life experience, which makes me a lot smarter. Then again, maybe it just makes be better to have in your corner during a really tense argument over whether Bon Jovi or Def Leppard was a better rock band.

Here's what I know for sure...

Bon Jovi was, and still is, the greatest rock band of all time. Although "Pour Some Sugar On Me" was kind of cool, it will never top "Livin' On A Prayer".

Adam Levine should wear more plaid.

Christina should not wear a dress with a button holding her cleavage together. When she does, the camera should return to Adam.

Regina/The Queen is completely and totally evil. Her motivation for being mean is lacking and I really wish she'd let people live happily ever...well, you know the rest.

Ink is overpriced, and therefore, there should be less about the Kardashians in print.

Lost left some people, namely me, a little bit lost in the finale. Calling Mr. Echo. Ahem, Mr. Echo...Mr. Echo.

Heinz Doofenshmirtz is a comic genius.

Cee Lo is totally making the contestants "an offer they can't refuse" when he pets that white cat.

Aside from keeping the house clean (maybe just my house) anything is possible, so keep reaching.

The Luck of the Irish

"When Irish eyes are smiling, sure it's like a morning spring.

In the lilt of Irish laughter, you can hear the angels sing.

When Irish hearts are happy, all the world seems bright and gay.

And when Irish eyes are smiling, sure they steal your heart away."

When my siblings and I were little, leprechauns visited us every St. Patrick's Day. They wrecked havoc to our walls with their little green footprints, toppled over our clothes hampers, littered our floors with caramel filled chocolates, and turned our toilet water green.

As far as we could tell, our house was the only one visited by leprechauns. Maybe they came because it was my sister, Erin's, birthday. Perhaps it was because it we also celebrated our uber cool Uncle Pat's birthday. We didn't question the mystery, but rather, assumed we were just extra lucky. The leprechauns weren't chasing gold at the end of a rainbow on St. Paddy's Day, they were bringing candy to us, no traps required.

We questioned none of it, not even the fact that they never bothered to flush their green toilet water. My brother, sisters, and I weren't freaked out by leprechauns skittering around our house while we slept, and we didn't worry that their miniature, green footprints might stain our bedroom walls. All we needed to know was that we were lucky.

And that we had the coolest mom ever.