I Love Doug Ross

I haven't watched ER in a few years, but when I saw the previews that Carter was back, as were Carol and Benton, I had to watch it last night. They did not disappoint. My poor roommate was on the phone when it started and I screamed because George's name popped up in the beginning credits. ER is where my love affair with George started, although I don't know why I didn't see it during his time on The Facts of Life. Anyway, look at how great he is below. I love Doug Ross.

Cravings & Giggles

Cravings:
I think that Chipotle puts something in their chips/salsa because I crave it on a regular basis (like right now, even though I ate similar food for dinner last night).

Giggles:

Hearing these two songs during my workday, thanks to the shuffle feature in iTunes.

Best Night of My Life

I don't usually consider myself a giddy person. But last night, I was giddy with excitement. I'm still giddy just thinking about this:

Seriously, this was one of the best night's of my life. When Boyz II Men came out with their "II" album, my brother and his friends went to the concert and I was really upset when he had extra tickets and wouldn't let me go. In retrospect, I was probably 11 or 12 and that was not the concert for me at that age. But last night their concert was the perfect place to be! We were on the third row behind the floor and it was just incredible!

(Pardon the camerawork, I was dancing a little. Also, just a warning: at the end, I scream a little loudly)

These gentlemen were so so so good! Not only are they talented artists, they were very engaging on stage. What a night!

Exhibitionist

Who changed clothes in their car, in the parking garage, during the middle of a work day and got done just in time for Mr. Yellow Jeep to walk out for his smoke break? Me! Good thing I'm sneaky...

Domesticity

I couldn't help but show off this cute picture my sis sent me today. I can only imagine the story she's telling. When you ask her a question, or she's telling a story, her eyes always veer off to the side like that. Makes you wonder if she's being completely honest...

I spent Friday night chillin' with my nephews while my brother and his wife celebrated their 10-year anniversary. As we watched a movie - one of my nephews cuddled up beside me, the other asleep on the LoveSac - I couldn't help but wonder, "Could I do this? Is this in any near future of mine?" I think I could do it, but that whole future thing is unclear right now.

Anyway, on to domesticity. When did everyone go getting all domestic on me? I'm reading posts from Marin about great homemade recipes for tortillas and salad dressing and then I see this from Mel! Don't get me wrong, I'm quite proud of everything these women are accomplishing, but it makes me feel like I'm missing a gene or something. I think the only thing domestic about me is that I like to have a clean, tidy house. And that's as far as I usually get. Sometimes I get the bug and bake something, but that's a rare occasion.

How does one get this domesticity gene? Can it be cultivated? And what motivates your cultivation?

A Dream

Last night, I had a dream about Kevin Garnett. We were hanging out and everything, it was weird. The only thing I can attribute to having KG in my dream is a Gatorade commercial. Now, this is a little long, but I couldn't find only the small portion I saw yesterday.

Tears

I am not a crier. It either takes a huge influx of irrational hormones or something really intense to make me cry. Except when it comes to this:
I cry every time I see this movie, without fail. I start to choke up when Peter goes to the play, and at least a few tears are shed by the very end. Quality movie. Glad I was able to watch it last night!