Interesting...

I've been completely baffled by the staggering amount of people that have come out of the woodwork rooting for the Boston Celtics this NBA Finals series. And they aren't serious Boston fans... they're just Laker haters. But they're quite vocal on Facebook. And it drives me crazy.

Tonight, Boston got their asses handed to them in a beatdown in Lakerland. And it was awesome. And you know what I see a shocking lack of? Boston-centric comments from the Laker haters.

At least Laker fans talk about what happened, no matter how pissed off they are, and rally up for the next game.

Not the bandwagon, sudden NBA-lovin', Laker haters...

No way, no how, not ever...

So, I'm quietly relaxing on a Monday afternoon and I've been sucked into yet another one of those birth shows on some learning/science channel.

In this episode, as the mom is feet up and pushing the kid out... over the doctor's shoulder are her mom, dad, mother-in-law, sisters (!)... a freaking entourage.

And that brings me to my short, concise point- I'll be damned if someone other than my MD, the RN's, the Tall One and possibly a nursing student (gotta look out for my future co-workers) are going to be fixated on my crotch as I push out the next generation. Creepy. Weird.

Um, just...no.