hotness


I have a boatload of things going on in my life right now and I am really praying for time, energy and motivation to get them all blogged-about. My grammar is SO bad today. I’m sorry. Fuck it. I have a four-year old chattering in my ear and slamming doors, and repeating himself, and I really should keep a close eye on my 9-month old who is skittering around on the floor but all I really want to do is astral project myself to a tropical oasis with that hot Orthopedist I met today, an ice cold caipirinha and a fabulously trashy novel. Erm, um… leave off that last part (it doesn’t have to be trashy).

I did want to throw this quote up here in the meantime. Despite the madness (and it IS madness), my babies are my life and my every breath and I love them more than all of the hot doctors put together in one big room all armed with various different tequila-laden cold beverages and brand new prescription pads…

I doubt if anyone of any tenderness or imagination can see the hand of a child and not be a little frightened of it. It is awful to think of the essential human energy moving so tiny a thing; it is like imagining that human nature could live in the wing of a butterfly or the leaf of a tree. When we look upon lives so human and yet so small, we feel the same kind of obligation to these creatures that God might feel. – G.K. Chesterton

Thank you for being alive, Jackson and Liam. Mommy loves you, even though you drive her to the brink of insanity.

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I’m in love.  This is genius!  It’s about time someone said it!

and gottdamn he’s one sexy mofo…  \m/  \m/

Yup, I’m sold.  Official winner of the best shoulder and arm muscle lifetime achievement award of pure hotness, vampire category.

Yes, I am a Sookie Stackhouse Series/True Blood fanatic, particularly with regard to Eric.  I am quite content in my little fantasy world, so who are you to judge me?! Alright, anyway, this is just about the hottest thing I’ve seen for Season Two of True Blood so far, and my goodness Alexander Skarsgard makes me moist.

I just want the world to know that I have an internet crush on Jake Bronstein.  I had a dream about him last night and emailed the story to him, gripping the sides of my keyboard with fear that he’ll ban my IP address from ever again navigating to his blog (let’s hope he doesn’t… as of this moment I’m still weak with fear of rejection).  Well heck, I just think he’s adorable and so what if my dreaming state wanted to invite him over?

How cute is he?

Don’t worry, I still love my husband.  But he’s no Jake (ok except for the scruffiness.  Looks like I have a penchant for the hirsute.  What can I say, I like snuggly warmth in a man!)