I have a celebrity crush….

two, actually. That’s not bad, right? It seems like so long ago when I used to dream about Jordan Knight, Luke Perry, some guy from Days of Our Lives, Matthew McConaughey pre-crazy hair/being sweaty and half naked running around like a loon (although I am quite impressed with his recent placenta plans. I like this idea). I used to line my bedroom with teeny-bopper magazine pages, planing our ever perfect future together. Thankfully, I grew out of that stage (except for the very swift McSteamy “OMG, he is indeed quite steamy, but I just can’t get into this story line), and the celebrity crush stage, too. I’m not ready to line my bedroom walls with any magazine clippings (my husband may have a few objections to that), but I have found two new celebrities that leave me a little smitten.

I think I have an extremely eclectic personality. I think it shows in my photography, in my group of friends, the music I listen two, in most of my interests….and apparently in my new-found celebrity crushes. I can’t help but just adore Dr. Oz. Yes, the guy that talks about poop and brings tape worms onto the Oprah show. I find his approach on uncomfortable but real topics delightful, along with his clever and adorable analogies, the fact that he giggles, and his contributions to this show. I think I might not be the only one feeling the Dr. Oz love. Doesn’t Oprah seem awfuly giddy when Dr. Oz is on? I can’t say I blame her.

The other is an actor (hold on…I’m googling to find his name right now…seriously, I don’t know it, but I’ve rented three of his action/adventure movies) ah, Jason Statham. Um , YUM. I thought I was being all slick by renting some movies of his, you know, for my husband. They looked like his type of movies, and I was just being a good wife by considering his theatrical interests when picking out our rentals for the weekend. (yes, I still rent. I really need to get on the Netflixs bandwagon. Oh, and I don’t have tivo, either. I’m deprived and out of it, I tell you). Are you wondering how I could not know his name, yet continue to rent his movies time after time? Well, me too. It seems as I’m innocently browsing the new releases looking for something inspiring, moving, and meaningful I am lured by a set of perfect abs or painfully chisheled jaw, and I forget everything I was looking for, grab the movie with the unknown smoking hot actor, and check it out while reasoning that my husband will appreciate me for renting from his genre of choice. Seriously, that’s how it happens, and I leave the rental place way too excited to get home to watch “my husband’s movie” with him. After the third rental, I finally admitted to my wonderful, loving husband that maybe the main actor was what held my attention – not the ever so active and exploding story line or my desire to win wife of the year (rumbles of loud, loud laughter inserted here). He laughed at me, and promptly told me he had that figured out after the first movie of his that I was glued to. Thanks for understanding, honey. I truly think I only really like him because he is like an extra BA Brittish version of you. And, remember, how I reciprocate the understanding every Monday night when you are so interested in the WWE cage matches, cough, er, women in bikinis and spandex wrestling, cough, er, um…yeah.

Beware to be enticed straight to the rental place (or Netflixs list if you are so much more with it than I).

That’s all for today. I have some killer senior sessions to show this week, along with the big, final Cover Child Contest! The winner of this final contest is going to get THREE complimentary sessions, so I can cover-child stylize them, $300 print credit, and a $200 Butterfly Kisses gift certificate!! Woot woot! It’s the biggest contest on the blog to date. Stay tuned!!