Don't Stop Believing... that a good post may come

The depth of my blog content is revealed today.

This is the post that will cement this blog in the Blogs That Make a Difference Hall.



Can I just say that Shue has made Geek sexy?


Can I also say, which one of you got me watching Glee when I already do too much TV like it is?

Do I need to mention that these are so obviously NOT my own photographs and I don't know who to credit them to other than Fox?

Before you people who fear that my eyes seem to do a little too much wandering begin inundating my mailbox with all of the qualities my very own Sexy Guy has, please know that I am an artist. I see beauty and acknowledge it. I will be the first to stare at a female and exclaim, "Wow! She is STUNNING" to the Hubby.

And the man (Hubby) can do 416 push ups in 20 minutes. I don't need reminding of The Man.

I'd also like to give credit the the auditorily challenged Americans who voted off Alex Lambert. I have regained 2 lost evenings per week by removing American Idol from my viewing schedule.
Alex, if you're reading this you should get a life I will purchase whatever you record. Whatever. Even if it's country.

Maybe not rap... we'll see.



Regarding this guy and my search for him.

And again... no clue who to credit for this photo. If you are the photographer, please let me know so that I can tell all ten of my readers.

I'm a little bit apprehensive.

I'm giving up the Norwich V Leeds game for this trip and last night at the briefing there was a large group traveling together that completely monopolized the entire brief.

Seriously people, do we really care FOUR DAYS OUT who you are going to sit by or who is rooming with whom? There's nine of you. Couldn't you work that out on your own?
Oh, and come on, ALL of you get car sick so you need the front of both vans?

I know. It will be fine. Just don't be upset if my Face Book updates are filled with Turrets moments.
Kind of like my blog posts.

Let's sing (like we're in Glee)!

Smile though your heart is aching
Smile even though it's breaking
When there are clouds in the sky, you'll get by
If you smile through your fear and sorrow
Smile and maybe tomorrow
You'll see the sun come shining through for you

Colin Firth, Where Are You?

I'm packing for my "In Search of Mr. Darcy" trip.
Yes, it's only a two-day trip, but I must be prepared for any weather and any off-chance that I may run into Colin Firth. Yes, it's not for another couple of weeks, but I need to be prepared.

We'll be touring Jane's home-- and this time I will not have to plead my way in as they are closing, so I will have time to savor the tour.

Part of my itinerary says this:

"A visit to the Jane Austen experience in Bath" "Guide walk around Jane Austen's Bath. A setting for many of her novels".

I have the information stuck to the front of the fridge -- which means Colin Firth is watching me every time I sneak into the Reese's Peanut Butter Cup ice cream. He has that look like he's judging me for doing it, but it doesn't stop me. I can still picture him very clearly emerging from his dip in the lake and this judgemental look means nothing...
It also means my family is reminded every day that I am going somewhere all by myself soon.

Tonight at dinner after Miss Ky made a big production about wanting milk to drink as well as not liking the food on her plate and the three boys were scolded for the umpteenth time (for what I can't remember), I was at the limit of my witching hour (Dad's working nights again).

It was at THAT moment, the moment they all could end up duct taped to the front door until their dad came home that the silly 11 year-old mentioned my upcoming trip.

"Where you'll be able to walk around Jane Austen's amazing bath", he flourished with pomposity and flair.

For a few short seconds I stared at him in disbelief.
I couldn't help it. I tried.
I covered my face with my hands, but the laughter rolled out over my fingertips and was soon followed by the tears when I couldn't stop laughing. I realized that my kid has seriously been thinking I was going to get a grand tour of some dead person's bathroom.

It really makes me appreciate the fact that he asked if he could go with me when the trip was first booked. He must really like me to want to go tour people's toilets for a weekend.