Smelling the Roses

As you may know, 

I haven't been RA-obsessed for a while.

He's still my fave, but you can only write so many limericks
about one guy or analyze his cravats or guyliner for so long before...

Wait, did somebody say guyliner!?!

*Ahem.*

Where was I??? Oh yeah,

totally not captivated anymore.

Don't get me wrong...

my home hasn't been Armitage-free, by any means!
My 8 year-old son watches "Desolation of Smaug" as often as he can.

Between this face constantly on screen, and the Hobbit Lego set
often sprawled across our kitchen table (no, I haven't stolen the

kid's Thorin figure... geez), I am frequently reminded of RA.

But not obsessed.  Nope.

In fact, I laugh at my past-smitten self!  Ha!
(Especially when I read my old posts,

because not to brag or anything, but 

they're freaking hilarious!!!)

These days, I'm too busy being your stereotypical

soccer mom with a giant SUV full of dozens of children
who need to be chauffeured to games or swimming lessons.

(Well, only 4 kids, actually... but it feels like 12 sometimes.)

I should look into this.  Save on gas.

Every once in a while, though, I have a day
like today, which was completely unproductive. 

I was sick with a tummy bug. I'll spare you the details, 

but I was lying on the couch like this all day:

(Not me.  I was wearing smexy yoga pants

that are used for comfort purposes only, never working out,

because what in the heck is exercise anyway?)

All I wanted was some 

Sprite, chicken noodle soup,

and my dose of old school Armi.

This is what I'm talkin' about:

Dr. Thornton, making a house call:

Whenever I feel under the weather and
have time to kill, "North & South" is my go-to comfort.

My JT time was long overdue, which is why I probably got sick.

You know the old saying, "An Armi a day keeps the doctor away."

I must admit, watching our Richard as John Thornton

still makes my heart flutter, six years after I first saw him 

storm through his mill to punch a guy in the face.

Get 'em, Johnny!

*Sigh*

But yeah, I may have spent the day

swooning like a schoolgirl over Mr. Thornton...

then reading some smutty fanfic about John & Margaret...

watching my favorite clips of the Gizster...

replaying Heather's famous "Sexy Back" video...

trolling the net for new RA updates...

"oohing" and "ahhing" at fan art...

but that's it, I swear!

I'm totally not a crazed fan any more.

Okay!?

Except that today I've realized

that I sort of am and always will be.

No matter how busy life gets,

when I need a fix, Richard is there...

and I feel happy, even when feeling crappy. :)

Thank you, dearest Richard, for lifting my spirits.

And thank you, fellow RA admirers, for the entertainment as well!

One does need to take a break from 

the craziness of life to stop and smell the roses

from time to time.  And I intend to do so more often!