"I'm not a haunted mind, I'm not a thoughtless kind..."

I'm not sure if it's the Golden Globes on Sunday night that has thrown all things Claire Danes in my face, but this song has been in my head since Sunday.

My So-Called Life. The show that epitomized all our teenaged angst. And the reason for the surge of Manic Panic sales in the mid 90's. (yeah, I totally did that). We all could relate to Angela Chase in some way.

So here's a little trip back to late 1994, the "Boiler Room" episode. Anyone else's heart start pounding when Jordan Catalano finally holds Angela's hand in the hallway? Ahhh, young love.

"My whole life became like divided, into... kissing... and not kissing. Kissing... and...not... kissing."

you're welcome

Well. Now that that's out of the way. I'm linking up with Helene for Tell Me About It Tuesday. There isn't anything new on the lupus front to discuss, so this post is just going to be a bunch of random shit. 

I was asked to be part of a campaign at The Children's Hospital of Philadelphia (where I am a cardiac patient and a cardiac nurse) for Heart Awareness Month. I was honored to be considered, and extremely excited to be a part of something so big. The photo shoot takes place later today in Center City Philly. I can't even lie, I'm super stoked to wear a shirt that says "I Heart CHOP." I don't know if it's because I have literally been there all of my life, or because CHOP saved my life, but I have such a deep connection to that place. I get such a sense of pride when I read or hear on the news about all the amazing things that happen at CHOP.

Hope for Hearts: 90 years recognize number 10?

One of my favorite television shows, Suits is returning Thursday night on USA. I do love me some lawyer shows, and having a stud muffin like Gabriel Macht as the star makes it that much more enjoyable.

I had the most bizarre dream last night. I dreamt I had a baby. I know, weird, right? Not sure where that came from. I vividly remember the actual giving birth part (easy peasy! hahahaha) and naming her Elinore. I remember holding her. In the dream, my Hubby left the hospital for some reason, and I frantically kept calling him saying I wanted to change her name to Vivien. (which if we ever adopt or found a surrogate and had a girl, would be her name. Click on the Vivien link to read why) He got all pissed because he had already put her name on Facebook. What. The. Fuck.

Brie and I are still doing our part for a healthier lifestyle and going to the gym on a regular basis. She's been going much more than I have, and I'm really proud of her! Three cheers for Brie!

Oh, Taylor Swift, what the hell made you think that you would actually beat Adele for the Best Original Song Golden Globe? REALLY?!?!? Was that snarky bitchface necessary?? Adele has more talent in her bloody pinky that you have in your entire body. Her shit carries a tune better than you. Sorry. The truth hurts. Maybe Harry Styles will comfort you. Oh wait...

Princess Matzo Ball Honey Boo Boo Child is recovering quite nicely from her lady bits removal. She's no longer running into walls in a drugged up haze and she's quickly returning to her place as ruler of the land (ie, our house).

I ordered our new bedding last night. I hate supporting the Empire of J-Lo, but the bitch does make some nice bedspreads. God bless the Kohl's 30% off coupon code and free shipping!!! I hope it's as nice as it looks in the picture!

Adam Levine... I love you today. Tomorrow. Forever.

This post is the epitome of ADHD.  Yikes.

Happy Tuesday