I have spring fever. I’m ready to hit the quad after Economics 201 and then head to the Boot for two for one pitchers. What?! I have children to care for? No, no, no. I’m a sophomore. Children? Egads! That’s years away. I don’t even know who I’m taking to semi-formal yet.

There is something about a sixty plus degree day in January that can make you feel DY.no.mite. I ran into an acquaintance on the street today. I’m not sure which I savored more… having an actual discussion about politics and the various candidates (wait… did I just talk to someone for 7 straight minutes without discussing poop, sleep habits or preschool?) or watching his expression as my 3 year-old Dylan used her portable potty on the corner of West 12th and Greenwich. Sorry hipster real estate single guy. The girl’s gotta pee… now.

I’ll tell you something else I’m totally groovin’ on these days. Fred. I’m with Fred. Not the candidate. The Rogers. Listening to that guy is like playing one of those meditation tapes I remember my mom listening to when I was a kid. The guy is so freakin’ CALM. The fact that he died in 2003 probably helps keep his blood pressure down. But seriously, didn’t anything piss him off? The topic of today’s show? “Talking to friends and picking out shoes.” Fred, those are like two of my all time favorite things to do. I mean, this dude might be a hair outdated but he still knows what a girl needs.

Once in a while someone will come over when 3 year-old Dylan is watching The Rog (that’s our little neighborhood name for him) and he or she will innocently say, “Isn’t he… umm… isn’t he…?” My heart seizes. “Shhhhhh! Yes, he is D-E-A-D. But Dylan doesn’t know that.” Zip it. Let us just enjoy the magic of David Copperfield and his 1970′s do as he and his hair visit with Fred. Now, that’s a good episode.

lady-elaine-2.jpgThe only thing that unsettles me a bit is Lady Elaine Fairchilde. Not exactly a looker that one. And I’m trying to be nice because it is a warm and fuzzy kids’ show after all. But I do like her because she’s the cranky, neighborhood trouble maker and as we’ve learned from The Rog, nobody’s perfect. And in the end, it’s all about Fred. I just feel so relaxed listening to his voice. So peaceful and full of love and patience. He’s the kind of guy that could make you forget all about that boyish, unseasoned Michael Cera. Yeah, you heard me right.

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This week contributing mama cool single gal Abby Siegel reflects on life after Britney. Looks like the pop princess STILL hasn’t hit rock bottom but at least Abby has an immediate solution for us music fans (and it doesn’t involve Dr. Phil). Click on contributing mamas to read more.

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