This Ain't Teen Beat

So when my computer was down (and completely out) last week, I was a tad bit more productive on the home front (I might've even scrubbed some walls). A little more engaged with the big world out there too. Played a lot of Connect Four (I never knew I was so dang competitive) and Go Fish with the kiddos, redecorated their doll house (we pretended we were doing Extreme Makeover) AND watched way more TV.

We've been taking a break from Disney Channel lately too, as they haven't been playing the shows Momma likes for the kiddos as much, and in turn watching a lot of Animal Planet. In this, Momma's developed a little crush on Jeff Corwin. Yep, you heard me. Dang it. He's just so darn cute. Have you seen him? There's something about guys picking up cobras and camel skat that just does something to me. I love how he's a smarty pants, but doesn't take himself so seriously. He makes me laugh...a lot. Basically, this has always been true for me--if you make me laugh, you're in. And you know what's so great about this crush? I've been getting an education. I'm learning something. I never knew that there are these beetles that actually carry little flies on their bellies. Like the flies can totally fly and all, but they choose to catch a ride with the beetle. Wow, you just learn something every day, don't you?

Back to my crush. I tend to do this. Way back when, I had a teensy crush on the original Steve from Blue's Clues (I know, I know...). It was only for a minute (I think he quit soon after we actually started watching BC). Long gone are my Teen Beat days, and severe crushes on River Phoenix, Christian Slater and all the NKOTB boys. We're down to Steve from Blue's Clues. And my crush on Jeff is not as huge as my crush on a certain retired yellow Wiggle (yep, you heard me again) which I have had for about oh...um...six years now. Geez, I never counted it out like that.

Anyway!!! I tend to stick to crushes that I *know* will never ever amount to anything (not that it would anyway, I'm a good girl). It's not like I'm crushing on real people for goodness sakes (though there was that crush on my OBGYN--but that's a whole other story)! The more I type this out the more horrible it makes me sound. BUT...hubby knows all about this. I tell him everything. I cannot tell a lie. AND he reads my blog. So rest assured, we're all righty here. We laugh about it. We're good at that. And my computer is up and running again, so my TV days are numbered again. Now...what's Animal Planet's website, anyway???

Don't Get The Wires Wet!

Okay, so went to El Doctor today. He checked me over good (wow...never knew you could take your pulse THERE) and decided I needed to come back for an ECHO and for the next 48 hours wear a heart monitor and it will record my heart beat/rhythms etc... Let me tell you how cool I look. Let's just say, it's a good thing we don't know Tony Soprano, cuz I would be doing a very BAD job at going undercover or looking like I'm going undercover (I've got heart palpitations, Man!). I am looking good, good, good. And it gets better. I can't bathe for 2 days! Ha ha...Back away from the Momma! Well, I can sponge bath, but you know...it's totally gonna be a hat weekend! Oh, and I have to journal every time I feel something funny from the waist up. I have to let them know what I'm doing...WHATEVER I'm doing. This could be good. Good reading.

So anyway, now that I have to journal it, don't you know this is making me even MORE of a hypochondriac! I'm already on my second sheet of paper with my entries. I'm gonna look nuts. I almost want it to show that something is going on. You know, totally something that's completely curable/manageable...that he'll tell me to eat more fiber, exercise dammit, and take more baths or vacations (relax lady!). I just don't want to look this good for two days and have it be nothing. Plus, it's gonna cost a million bucks!

Anyway...enough of my complaining. Which I'm not. I love the fact that I'm freaking A out--she can't look another minute and L wants to know if she can listen to country music on it. I love it. Okay, I like-like it. I am starving for attention though, so you know this is helping out in a big way. I just gotta figure out how to post a picture of this baby without it looking...um, bad on so many levels. For now...I'll just leave it to your imagination, and go count my palpitations.