all you need are the proper incentives.

and this is how this nanny taught this girl how to crawl.
a binky.
a bottle.
and people magazine.

and guess who crawled across the room?

this nanny is that good.

happy weekend friends, this picture has always made me laugh. 

because she really did crawl and destroy that magazine.

(and a few more...)

sorry brett michaels.

mad.

i am.

when did we loose sense of who we are?  what is really important.  our own value system instead of others...

this weekend, i got my US weekly email which i have the app on my iphone and also get any emails with breaking news.  that, in itself, is sad.  i got a breaking news update sent to my email that a moving truck was seen outside of ashton kutcher and demi moore's house.

then i got mad.

mad that i cared.  mad that it was news.  mad that these people, yes...they are celebrities and many think that with the fame and fortune does come the right to let your life be an open book, are being watched and every move they make is being watched and we are judging and watching and talking about it.

i can not imagine if my life was watched by everything and everyone and everyone cared and i was a news story every time you turned around.

then lindsey lohans teeth and her hands.  i know all this because i am one like too many of us that care and feel the need to know.  but it is starting to bother me.

bothering me that i am giving myself permission to waste precious time by reading the latest story about the person of the hour who is just another person just like me.

a person that needs jesus.  just like me.  

a person that longs to be loved.  just like me.

a person that wants to feel like they matter.  just like me.

that they belong.  just like me.


we aren't that different.  they just happen to be news.

i have decided to be consciously aware of what i am reading and remembering before i judge and base my conversation on the last thing some celebrity did to look at my own heart and examine my intent.

sorry to be so heavy on a monday but all weekend long, this has been on my heart.

have the best day ever.  it's gonna be a good week---i can feel it.

ticketmaster alert.

lately, i feel like my head is a collection of mush.  brain has been replaced by mush.  i am hoping soon, we (the brain and i) get back together and decide to become reacquainted because i am starting to miss feeling halfway intelligent.

i also think when you spend most of your days with children less than five, this becomes a reality.  saying your ABC's and singing ridiculously silly songs "to make the baby smile" make you loose brain cells.

math, fuuuugetaboutit.

science, huh?

but twinkle, twinkle...i got that.  hand motions and all.

tonight, i got a ticketmaster alert that one of my favorites were coming to town.

"oh, could it be?  perhaps it is she and him, the national, OH RAY (ray lamontagne) i already knew about you, MICHAEL BOLTON?"  

after all, i AM nashville.  i AM in the know.

and 


I DO

get twitter updates and emails from US weekly.  let's be honest, the brain may be mush, but it's not for lack of trying.

back to the original story.

was there an original story?

an original point?

am i original?

i wanna be original.

unique maybe.

i go the email update from ticketmaster, saying 'check it out one of your favorites is coming to nashville.'  

it was 

THE WIGGLES.

the wiggles?  yes, the australian all male singing groups that wear the colorful shirts.
please don't make me name them, because i can.  don't try me.

i am a never married, without children, grown adult living in the fabulous city of nashville - with some awesomeness going on in the musical genre every night

and

i get an update that i need to hurry and get my tickets, BEFORE THEY ARE GONE, to the wiggles.

i digress.

one of the little fellas is even scared of them.

can't say i blame the guy.

my brain is mush and for that i am sorry,

jessica