Well not really. But I got your attention, huh? Prepare yourself for a complete ramble…

We watch a lot of TV in our house. R and I both work long days and at the end of those long days, some zoning out is exactly what we need. Lately we’ve been watching a lot of Wheel of Fortune and Jeopardy (because none of the good stuff starts until 8:00 here…ugh.) And the teen versions of these shows are our favorite. It’s pretty sad, but for the most part we could dominate those teens. For instance last night on teen Jeopardy, R was yelling out all most of the answers to the category “13 Colonies” and I was yelling out all waaaayy too many of the answers to “Celebriteens”. We’re obviously the perfect mix of Taylor Swift and Thomas Jefferson.

Speaking of teens, Idol is starting to get good, and it’s got some awesome teenagers this year. It’s been a while since I’ve invested in this show, but since we have a lack of friends and a lack of funds, Idol is looking really good lately. I’m rooting for the kid I like to call “Fat Beiber”. I know it’s a little mean, but hey at least I equate his voice to Beiber. I’d call that a complement.

And finally, sometimes I sneak a peek of TV while I eat my lunch at work. Every now and then God smiles down on me, and in between carpools baby K takes a nap. And I get to eat lunch and watch “One Born Every Minute”. (sidenote, my husband should say more prayers of thankfulness for this time, because it means he doesn’t have to watch it at home). And every time I watch it, I sob. I can’t take it. When that baby cries for the first time, whether it was a tense birth or a really easy birth, I sob. I’m sure P is always a little freaked out when I pick her up with my puffy eyes and runny nose. I love babies being born. It’s def my favorite miracle. And no matter how many times I watch it, I still don’t want an epidural (onedayveryfaroffinthefuturewhenIhaveababy). Call me crazy. And if I change my mind I’ll eat my words.

So, now you know what we’re watching and how we feel about it. Disclaimer: I’m speaking completely for myself here, and using the word “we” very loosely. You’re welcome. You can go back to your lives now, and I’ll go back to the sweet baby in purple rolling around on the floor next to me.