I'm coining a new catch phrase. What do you think?

Oh man, as much as I would like to introduce that to society. I kind of don't think it will catch on.

Have you heard Gaga's new song? Alejandro? I love it. I mean, I am absolutely in LOVE with it!

And not for the reasons you might think. I love some Lady Gaga. Really, I love a good dance-pop anything. But this one I especially love, because it is a total throw back to Ace of Base's "Don't Turn Around."

Cause you're gonna see my heart breakin'.

I know, you were thinking it too!

But seriously, that's all I can hear when the song comes on. Maybe it's my fourth grade obsession with Ace of Base, or my love of all 90's music(Well, really anything 90's), but I cannot get enough.

I need to say something here, it's just an interjection if you will. Lady Gaga is supposed to be all super unique and different and out there, but really, when you get down to the meat of her songs, Bad Romance is a direct line to Madonna, En Vogue and now the throw back to Ace of Base. Either she is clearly heavily influenced OR subconsciously heavily influenced. I get Madonna, but Ace of Base is a tad bit more obscure.

Like I said, that was simply an interjection. I won't actually write a blog on Lady Gaga. But I will continue to steal her song titles and turn them into parodies for my own with the word blog scattered through out.

I should be taking the kids outside right now. But Stella refuses to get dressed. I am not sure why. Her hair is done in her favorite right now, pigtails, and even has bows in it. But she will not take off her pajamas.

Don't get me wrong, I am a huge fan of the pajama day, probably more than anyone else I know. Mainly because I am home all day, and rarely get out of my pajamas and therefore say I am a fan to stand behind my actions. Ok, I do sometimes get dressed. Or eventually get dressed. Ok, I at least throw some clothes and eyeliner on before Zach gets home, just so he doesn't A. Begin to realize how atrocious I really look without makeup on and a tamed hairstyle and B. Think that all I do is sit around in my pajamas.

Listen folks, it's been five years, I can keep this up for as long as I need to. :)

And I can't go outside yet, because I haven't figured out what we will be having for dinner tonight.

This is one of the worst tasks as a Homemaker. That's right, I refer to myself as a homemaker. Deal.

This ranks right up next to folding laundry and we all know how I feel about that!

But seriously, if there was a little elf or tiny angel that could whisper into my ear every day what to make for dinner and what I need at the store, and what time I need to begin the supper making process, my life would be SO much easier!

And it's not even the cooking of the dinner I mind. I love to cook. I love the actual process. I'm rarely too tired to cook or clean up.

The problem is figuring out what's actually going to go on the table.

Maybe the stem of this problem is my inability to make a decision. I always try to pawn it off on Zach, I'll be like, "I will make you whatever you want. Like WHATEVER you want. You just have to tell me what it is." The problem with that is, Zach has just as few of opinions as I do. He always uses the excuse, "Well, I don't know what you have." But I secretly know, it's because he doesn't know what he wants to eat just as much as I don't know what I want to cook.

And the girls are no help yet. Stella will always say pizza and Scarlett will be just as happy with the crumbs off of the floor and the trash in the garbage bin(Seriously, the girl will eat anything.). I can't wait until the day they are old enough to tell me what they want for dinner AND pick out the restaurant. They are totally going to think they are spoiled and get whatever they want, but I will know the real reason.

Unless, they turn out like me. Oh no. I have got to raise girls willing and able to decide. Or let's face it, the Higginson Family is going to have serious problems in their future.

Ok, but when we get right down to it, I think the real problem is that there are 365 stinking days in a year! I mean, come on, that's a LOT of meals!!! Seriously.

How can one woman, cook all of those dinners and then start right around again the next year. The thought of all of those suppers can be quite overwhelming, to say the least.

And ok. I don't cook, every single night, every night of my life. I would go crazy. Nuts. Bananas. (I sound like a Banana Split. Huh? Can I serve that for dinner?)

I mean we eat out some. Not a lot and let's face it, if we're going out, then we are eating Happy Hour Prices. Unless it is China Buffet. Let me tell you, Zach is obsessed with China Buffet.

And at least once a week, Zach takes over the main dish part. Which usually includes some type of difficult and long process of meat. He's quite the grill master. I mean, better than any restaurant I've ever been to. The man can cook.

But the rest? The rest is all me. And it's like, ok you've been doing this for almost five years. You should have a routine, favorite dishes, a method to going about the meals for the week.

Sometimes I sit down and write a weekly menu. These are my favorite weeks. I know exactly what we are having every single night.

So, I should do this every week? It's not that simple. For whatever reason, I can't and don't do that. I'm not one to repeat meals. It might be ridiculous to you. But let's face it, the first time through is iffy, why try my luck twice?

The first year was bad. Like, really, really bad. I had never cooked in my life, save for Macaroni and Cheese, Raman Noodles and a Box Cake that I would make for my dad once a week.

I mean, that was seriously the extent of my cooking skills our first year of marriage. I think that's why they say the first year is the hardest. Basically the couple is starving thanks to the wife's experimental cooking.

But now, I have some experience under my belt and unfortunately no opinions or decision making skills. I don't even have cravings. I mean, sure I did when I was pregnant. But I'm not pregnant and the only thing I crave now is Chips and Salsa and guess what. You can't eat that for dinner every night. Or like ever. It's not a complete meal, in case you were confused.

So tonight? After writing this blog, I'm actually more frustrated. Maybe we'll just have.... Ok, real time. I just sat here for five minutes just trying to think of a throw away dinner to type just for the heck of it and I couldn't even do that.

Excuse me, Diet Coke: I want my brain back.

Do you really think that's the problem?

Me either.

Shoot.

One thing is for certain though. We will eat probably at 7:00 PM or later. Because, no matter how early I start dinner, it could be 4:00, 5:00 or heck even 9:00 AM dinner will never be ready until 7:00 PM. That's just the way it works.