my childhood crush was "JTT".

yes. I was officially a member of the jonathan taylor thomas fan club. with quality films like home improvement, wild america, the adventures of tom and huck, and the lion king, who wouldn't be? I'm curious to know if that fan club membership guarantees me for life, or if it even exists anymore.

other guilty tidbits-
- I have a strange love for terrible music...more specifically terrible rap, pop, and your classic oldies hits.
- An ESPN classic I will always watch is the World's Strongest Man Competition. With gruff-voiced commentators announcing "minor" injuries like popped biceps, I can't help but be sucked in. Mariusz Pudzianowski will always be the number 1 "freak show" in my heart.


I'm no amazing friend to anyone below the age of 5, but tonight, for the first time in my life, I felt at home with a baby in myarms. with the strong desire to go to sleep and the idea to cry about the fact he hadn't done it yet, Bryce had been randomly shreiking in my ear and drooling on my shirt for an hour and a half. after numerous attempts to play with anything and everything, change diapers, and be put into a normal sleeping position, he wasn't having it anymore, and neither was I. it was the usual curse that haunts me when I get around younger children, that they hate me, and compared to the thought of me entertaining them, suicide would've been what they opted for had they known what it was. it was miserable and heartbreaking to see that the happeist baby (on a regular basis) I've ever seen was incredibly upset, and it was all my fault...at least that's what said curse led me to believe. ready to cry and go find his mom, I was left at a stand off with my last resort. I pulled every quality, non-explicit song I could think of out of my book of "cheesy songs most people shouldn't know the words to" and I sang to this poor child. fearing that it hurt him more than it hurt me, we started with the classic "rock a bye baby" and, after 10ish rounds of that, moved onto the patriotic songs my grandma used to hum when she was frustrated with any family member, including herself. he started to quiet down, and eyelashes quickly fluttered to a close as I sang this baby to sleep. breathing a deep sigh of relief, I'd avoided the headache that was working its way into my night and had almost sung myself to sleep as well. it seemed as if the curse was completely removed from my system, and feeling it all happen was one of the better moments of my life.

it's nice to think that I could be a mom one day. who knows...I might even be a good one.