Mood:  silly

I have had celebrity crushes for about as long as I can remember... my first, I believe, was Sean Connery in Medicine Man. Yeah, I know, he was about 80... back then. I've also had many a soap-star celebrity crush: Wally Kurth, Ingo Rademacher, Ty Treadway, Steve Burton, just to name a few. Also on my list at one time or another: Jon Stewart, Hugh Laurie, David Boreanaz, Michael Vartan, Hugh Grant. Okay, aside from celeb name dropping, why am I bringing this up? Because of my new love...

Mike Rowe.

My close friends, co-workers, and random strangers know of my love for Mike, mostly because I named my cat after him.

There are many reasons why I love Mike Rowe (the human, not the cat, although I loooove my cat!): he's smart, he's funny, he's a former opera singer, he's down to earth (literally, like rolling in it), he's adventerous, he's a writer, he went to Towson, and he looks like he'd be a hell of a lot of fun to hang out with.

I know my level of obsession is not healthy. I have dreams about him. Not *those* kinds of dreams you perverts, normal-ish dreams. Actually, I had a nightmare that he disappeared while doing some sort of ocean-oriented dirty job. Then last night I had a dream that I was putting on some sort of event at the beach and he was there... and I was telling him that my apartment had been robbed a week before. Okay.... maybe I should be worried that these "dreams" featuring Mike are really nightmares. Is this some sort of a sign?

All I know is when Mike's talking to the camera I feel like he's talking right to me.

So if anyone knows of a good shrink, give them my number and tell them I'm suffering from unatainable rowe-mance. heh. Get it? Rowe-mance?

Sorry, Mike. We're not all comedians.

Later!
Laura

Quote of the Blog
"I feel heat in a place where a man's not supposed to feel heat." - Mike Rowe (in front of a hot furnace)