Showing posts with label crushes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label crushes. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

"If my calculations are correct....

when this baby hits 88 miles per hour, you're going to see some serious shit!"
-Dr. Emmett Brown, Back to the Future

Talked to Doctor Ferrari (what I call my pediatrician behind his back, because he may or may not be hot (he is), like a Ferrari) on the advice of some other NICU graduates' moms, and he changed Quinn's oxygen perimeters from 85 to 95, to 88 to 100. This means no more beeping when she is breathing "too well." She will only alarm if her levels are too low! Oh the joy that brings me. Hopefully, our home health care company will deliver the new machine tomorrow, and that means tonight will be my last (in theory) sleepless night. I will be able to function again, and not be a zombie. I will be able to sleep in my own bed again, instead of on that love seat in Quinn's room. I wish I would have known to call earlier, but I thought her limits were her limits until she was off of oxygen.

Anyway, the number 88 made me think of one of my favorite movie quotes. Sorry for the swear. I try to keep the blog clean.

That is three Back to the Future references in one week for those of you who are keeping track.


Wednesday, July 7, 2010

Have you seen this?


My soccer crush, Ronaldo, in his unders...excellent!

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

I am crushing...

I love Glee. Can't help myself. I love the singing. I love the dancing. I love the stereotypes of the characters. I love the witty dialogue. But, I especially love Mr. Schuester. I have a serious 12 year old girl crush on him. When he sings and dances, I swoon. I also love his Justin Timberlake curls. His real name is Matthew Morrison, but I am less interested in the real man, but more have a crush on his fictional character. However, the real guy was on Broadway in Hairspray as Link. And I do love Hairspray, and I do love Link. My Zac Efron crush started when he played Link in the movie. What can I say, I like a man that can sing and dance. Oh, and one that has a beard.