I'm BAAAAACCCCKKKKKK

You just have to say that in Jack Nicholson style or it is wrong to say it all.

Ok, for my in-laws and parents of my friends, my easily offended readers (why would you be here if you're easily offended? But, you get the point) and for all of you don't know me that well .... put your fingers in your ears and close your eyes or just skip this post.

I have to admit it. Knowing that I'm having cryosurgery on my cervix next week and having a tumor in my breast that may or may not be cancerous was really putting the nix on my sex drive. I mean seriously. Army of Dad has been a saint not to drive to Mexico to find some senorita to help him out. But, now that the breast cancer scare is over, I'm feeling better and a little more revved up. Add to that the fact that I know after the cryosurgery that I'll be out of commission for about two weeks and that just amps things up another notch.

So, the Olympics' golden boy Michael Phelps in that low-rise swimsuit have not helped things. Throw in the Hamm brothers from gymnastics, Roddick in tennis, Ian Thorpe ... I could go on and on. We have some hot rowing dudes, too. I mean, for God's sake ... look at this.

Even straight guys have to admit that is a pretty impressive specimen of man.

Now, I know Army of Dad loves his Army of Mom because he sent me the following link from one of the blogs he routinely peruses. He knew it would be applicable to me because I cannot get enough of Lord of the Rings. I love the movies and just finished reading the trilogy a few weeks ago. It was awesome. I'm going to go check out The Hobbitt at the library soon. Maybe I'll read more about Tom Bombadil, too. But, I digress. Rachel Lucas writes exquisitely about what me and I'm sure many other women think about when we're watching LOTR movies. Dear God, it should be illegal for men NOT to look like these guys. *fanning myself* These guys are pussies in real life, I fear. I know that Vigo Mortennsen is some white-flag waving "no war for oil" doof and Orlando Bloom reminds me of my first boyfriend from high school (complete with three chest hairs and a smaller chest than my 10-year-old son). But, Jesus help me. They are so freaking hot in these movies. Shh, don't tell anybody, but I think the Hobbitts are pretty hot, too. I'm still wondering about the whole correlation of foot size to ... you know ... *shrug* Anyway. I've got that nice little flutter in my chest thinking about it now. Off to call another of my best friends to see if I can borrow his LOTR DVD collection. I keep waiting for the extended DVD of the third movie before I make the major investment of selling a kidney to buy the set.

http://www.rachellucas.com/archives/2004/08/more_eomer_plea.html

Rachel has reached into my brain and pulled out what I was thinking about these guys. Good God. *shaking my head* I could just see Army of Dad looking a little scruffy, sweat dripping down his shaved head as he dismounts from his trusty steed yelling For Rohirrim!!!! running to slay an orc. Dear God ... I need a cold shower.