In reality

Confession:

I am a reality tv-aholic. If it's a reality show, I will probably watch it, good, bad, or downright inappropriate. Case in point: there was once a show called "The Littlest Groom," in which a little person (midget? dwarf? I'm not sure which) was looking for a wife. And he had all of these little person women to choose from. But then came the twist (and there's ALWAYS a twist): the producers threw in a bunch of average-height women too. Not exactly quality tv, people, but I was RIVETED. I also watch "The Real World," and just about every other show on MTV, and am probably one of the few crazies who actually likes it more now that they don't play music any more.

So, with that said, last night I watched the two-hour premier of "Beauty and the Geek." I think it's a little too early at this point for me to give any kind of critique, but so far, I'm liking it. Of course, I am a LOYAL BaTG fan, so, you know, I'm probably not going to say negative things about it anyway. Although, just so you know, I think this season's "beauty" guy (my boss calls him a "mimbo") looks like a complete jerk. I'm so not a fan of men who KNOW they're good-looking. I want you to be cute and not have a clue that girls are constantly checking you out. Because otherwise, you just suck as a dude.

Ok, stepping off the soapbox. =P

Oh, ew.

I hate it when creepo patrons at my library hit on me.

And it's ALWAYS the creepos who do it. Could it, just once, be someone normal? Please??

*Sigh*

9-11

6 years ago today, I was on maternity leave.

Princess-pants had been born two weeks earlier, and I was the happiest new mom in the world... enjoying every little noise, every tiny movement she made. I was also oblivious to anything going on in the outside world, because when you're a new parent, that child IS your world.

So when my then-husband, an on-air personality for a local radio station, came home mid-morning on September 11, 2001 and told me to turn on the tv, I had no idea what the commotion was all about. We sat there, in the bed I hadn't bothered to get out of yet, for HOURS, watching the news broadcasts, and the whole time I remember feeling slightly panicked, thinking to myself, "I just brought a child into this world."

It was a scary thought. But at the same time? Maybe the kids being born right now are the ones who are going to make everything better... you never know.

Meeeeemories

Last Friday, while lunching with the sistahs at our favorite cafe in downtown, Sheasy mentions that someone who occasionally works with her looks quite a bit like my first love, Brandon. I look at her with interest.

"What's this guy's name?" I ask.
"Todd."
"And is he married?"
"No, I don't think so."
"How old is he?"
"A couple of years older than me," she answers.
"Reeeeeeally..." I say.

Finally, Jenni interrupts. "Stop answering her questions!"

Ahem. It's not like I wanted to DATE the guy... I just happen to be a curious person, ok? Ok.

Anyway, after a rough start (as in, my car battery was dead when I got out of work on Friday), I made the trip to Rhode Island without any other drama. Well, without MUCH drama, anyway.

*Wink wink*

Life is a highway

Tomorrow, I'm driving to Rhode Island. From New Hampshire. By myself. In a minivan that sometimes makes funky noises. Yay!

I don't mind telling you that I am not the greatest driver in the world. I mean, I tend to stay out of accidents for the most part (knock on wood), but driving kinda scares the crap out of me. Especially highway driving. And guess what I'm going to be spending almost 3 hours doing tomorrow? Yup, you guessed it: highway driving. If only I was the only one on the road, I would be a pro. Alas, I'm not, and most of the trip will take place in Massachussets, which is notorious for its (and I'm truly sorry to have to say this, all you people from Mass.) bad drivers.

So, wish me luck. Hopefully the faithful soccer-mom van will make it in one piece, and I'll spend a stress-free, rejuvenating weekend in a state that I don't actually like all that much.