RTT - the one where i confess...

We're going to do this a little differently this time. I've done just plain random thoughts. I've done saucy random thoughts. I've done bitching random thoughts. And I've done random where I couldn't really think of anything to say.

Today, I have a few things I need to get off my chest:

I am totally in love with Kellan Lutz. Ms. Salti is feeding my addiction by leaving me posts like THIS. And by telling me he's out her way filming a new movie and that she has a spare bedroom. I'm seriously thinking of taking her up on that offer.

I mean, look at him.


He is so HOT!

Okay, ignore the fact that he's wearing a ton of eye makeup in this picture. Look at that body! I WANT!

Don't judge because I have a major thing for someone 7 years younger than me...He's totally legal. And isn't this a far healthier obsession than Sean Connery? (I still defend that one - yes, he's old but sexy damn it! and i'd do just about anything to have that voice talking dirty to me)

I love to watch my son sleep. I should be working right now - but instead, I'm engaging in two of my favorite activities - Andrew watching and blogging. He's curled up in a ball in a position that cannot be comfortable snoring away happily. Yeah...he inherited his dad's ability to snore like a freaking buzz saw. I had really hoped that was going to be one fine quality hubby wouldn't pass on.

I don't know that I can enjoy Yankee games at the new stadium. No, it's not just because of all the neon or because it's different. It's because our seats are RIGHT next to vomit woman and her husband. They used to sit 4 rows back in the old stadium. That was a safe enough distance. The one time they sat behind us at a post-season game, she almost puked all over me and my uncle, hence earning her nickname "vomit woman." (Terribly creative, I know)

And now they're RIGHT next to us. He smells. He has a running commentary for every batter. Easy pop-ups are "cans of corn" and every pitcher has to "chuck it in there!" And trying to climb over the seats, he kicked me. Bastard. She's obnoxious. And the two of them fight throughout the entire game. Seriously, they scream at each other throughout the entire game. My father was sitting right next to them and had to put his program over his face while he tried to laugh silently. I hit him on the back a few times and we pretended like he was choking.

It was very weird this weekend rooting for the Mets. (ONLY because they were playing the Red Sox) I'm sure it was just as weird for a lot of Met fans rooting for the Yanks (ONLY because we were playing the Phillies) And both NY teams lost yesterday. :(

It breaks my heart that Andrew's second sentence (after "hi dada) was "mama no!" I'm not sure which is worse - that Andrew said it or that hubby is constantly repeating it.

I'm sure I could dig up some other confessions, but I don't know you guys well enough yet to share THOSE stories ;)

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