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It's no secret that when I was 13 I had a huge crush on Peter Scolari. I don't talk about it much anymore, but I did and it's weird to think about now.

The year was 1999. Do you remember it? I had an email address and dial up at my house. My time on the computer was much more limited back then, my family only had one computer for 5 people, but the time I did have was spent in Newhart chat rooms, absorbing any and every detail of Peter Scolari I could find.

I had just started high school and I used to day dream about him knocking on my first period (algebra [worst class ever to have at 8am, no wonder I barely passed - the daydreaming probably didn't help]) door and asking for me (he would know who I was because of the dozens of fan letters I had sent him).

Nick at night was a big part of my life. I watched The Mary Tyler Moore show, Rhoda, Taxi and The Dick Van Dyke Show (What?!). Sundays were the best. Instant Gratification Sunday they called it, because instead of just one episode, they would show two of each. TWO WHOLE episodes! Boy if they could see us now. I've watched 6 seasons of Malcolm in the Middle in the last two weeks.

But watching Nick at Night wasn't about those other shows, they were merely entertaining distractions to pass the time before Newhart came on.

Ahhhhh Newhart. The highlight of my day. (I wasn't very popular, who knows why.) Twenty-five minutes (an hour on Sundays) of watching Peter Scolari play Michael Harris, snobby producer of Dick Louden's low rated television show. Every scene without him was basically torturous wondering of when he was going to come in.

Over the next year my obsession grew. I had to see everything he was in . . . my selection was limited and there was no "Instant streaming" available yet. I had to tape, that's right TAPE the shows he had guest appearances in . . . which means I had to do research to find out what these shows were and when they would be airing. It was hard work, it may have effected my grades.

Ever heard or seen of a movie called Ticks? I didn't think so. I've probably seen it two or three times. It would have been more, but the giant Ticks really grossed me out.

Yes, that was a crazy time in my life. I once made my brother drive me to Ojai (a nearby city, where celebrities were known to live because of it's close proximity to LA as well as it's small, pretentious population) because he mentioned having a friend who lived there and saw him once at her school. The so called sighting had happened years earlier, but I didn't care, there was a slight possibility I would see him and that's all that mattered. I didn't see him that day, but I had found out what his address had been and my brother took a picture of me in front of his [former] house.

Maybe I'm revealing too much.

The point is, I was crazy in love with him. So much so, that I bought a TV Guide from April 11 - 17th, 1987 on Ebay simply because the cast of Newhart was on the cover. Let me rephrase that, CARICATURES of the cast are on the front cover. I must've paid 20 dollars for it, 33 times it's original value (60 cents). You may think that's ridiculous, but what's more ridiculous is that I was in a bidding war with someone for it.

I came across that TV Guide today (I will never get rid of it), which is what compelled me to think about that crazy time in my life.

Don't worry, this story has a happy ending. I finally did meet Peter Scolari one day, but I think I'll tell that tale another day.

I would now like to impress your socks off with this video of Declan the Adorable! Watch as he catches these balls at only 6 months of age!

What the P!?

A break down of my nights:

11:05 - Get home from work, go pee.

11:07 - Brush my teeth.

11:10 - Change into my PJ's, get into bed.

11:15 - Watch something on Netflix, usually a 22 minute sitcom.

11:38 - Feeling sleepy, but also like I have to pee. So I go pee.

11:45 - Wide awake again after walking to the bathroom, watch another episode of whatever I was watching.

12:07 - Feeling sleepy again, but guess what? I need to pee.

12:10 - Watch another episode.

12:32 - Go pee again.

12:35 - Another episode.

12:57 - Go pee.

1:00 - Go to sleep.

2:30 - Wake up. Have to pee. I'm also extremely thirsty at this point, but I resist in order to avoid more peeing.

2:33 - Go back to sleep.

4:30 - Wake up again, have to pee. How is this possible?! I've dehydrated myself to avoid this.

4:33 - Go back to sleep.

9:30 - Wake up feeling hung over from lack of water. Have to pee.

EvERy Night.

He's so lucky he still gets to wear diapers. 

Scott and Scott

The reviews are in -

"Life of Pi" was a real snooze fest. 

Declan Scott said, "The lack of Elmo was disappointing" and "It gave me the best nap on my Mommy's lap I've ever had." 

Mommy Scott declined to comment.

Spitballing

Some get worn out easier than others.

Can you fit your whole fist in your mouth?! Well! Can you!?

I don't want to brag about the perks that come with my job . . . buuuuut, I get all the overly ripe bananas I want, FOR FREE.

Take that people with Health Care!

I don't eat them. I mean, I love bananas, but I have my limits.

I make banana bread with them.

Remember when your mom used to make a cake or cookies or something and she said you could lick the spoon, and if you called it in time, the bowl too? So you would sit there and watch as she put the batter in the pan, waiting patiently because you were a good kid who never complained.

But then she would scrape what seemed like every last drop into that pan and every time you thought she was done because it seemed like there was virtually nothing left to scrape, she would go in with the spatula again . . . and again . . . and again!

I did that today.

My kids are going to hate me.

I imagine they'll look something like this when I do it.

Bacon

In improv, when you are given a suggestion for a scene, for example, driving, you're not supposed to talk about the act of driving.

Example of what not to do:

Person A: This car sure does shift smoothly.

Person B: Yeah, and how great is that steering wheel!?

Those scenes are considered boring and unrealistic, because in real life, that's not what you would talk about with someone while in a car. Unless you were test driving one, I suppose.

Well, I'm sitting on my bed in my dining room room, and my brother and his wife are cooking something.

Guess what? All they are talking about is what they are doing. I can't decide if I'm bored or not.

Karen: What should I grease this pan with? Butter? Cristco?

( My thought: make statements Karen!)

Jon: Yeah, butter.

Karen: Oh no, you're hands are going to smell like Creole all day.

( My thought: nice statement Karen.)

End.

What do you think? Bored? Not bored? I know, it's not improv, it's real life, but still.

In other news, isn't my nephew handsome!?

That shirt is only seconds away from a puddle of drool.

Foot in mouth

Yeah, I know, I was supposed to post yesterday. I fell off the writing wagon. If it helps, I've gone from reading every other day, to reading every day AND, AAAANNND I'm reading 2 books simultaneously.

Don't pretend you're not impressed.

The good news is I still haven't had one of those Neuro energy drinks.

Do you think carrots would taste good with peanut butter on them?

I think they might.

By now you may have figured out I don't/ can't really think of anything to write about, and really just want to show you this picture.