OK, let me even just say that this morning I was going through My Bloglog to see who has been visiting me. I have to say that my heart completely leaped out of my chest when I got to the bottom of the list of other bloggers who came directly here.

Hello.

David Lee Roth.

OK, I am not even sure it is really him, because his blog says it is complied by 3 guys, however Mr. Roth’s direct website and blog look basically alike.

Hello…omg.

And he has his own radio program out of NYC. Hello NYC is only 90 minutes from here.

Can I even just say, as I am totally back to that little girl who used to run around her basement with her brother and sister singing “Hot for Teacher” at the top of their lungs…and the girl who used to sing “Jump” and pretend she could kick her leg way above her head (as I am sure my husband wishes as well) and the girl who used to wish she was totally a California Girl so that she could be in his video! And the girl who loved when he went solo. Man. David Lee Roth.

I am just going to pretend for a minute that it may very well be Mr. Roth checking out my blog. Because O.M.G.

David Lee Roth, I am totally married and totally not a supermodel hot girl, but I am totally starstruck that you may have very well come visited my blog.

WOW.

Addendum: OK, after hours of feeling totally elated, I do realize that it is most likely not David Lee Roth himself. And most likely it was a freak coincidence of me refreshing a post and his blog guys being online updating his blog, seeing my refresh, and clicking the link to here. Because why in the world would David Lee Roth want to come to my blog? Even my husband said, “What do you even write about?” with a tone that indicated yeah right, why would he even be visiting you?? (Thanks for the support of this fantasy honey.)

And it’s pretty funny how I could suddenly become that teenage-into twenty something girl who loved old Van Halen and David Lee Roth. And I love his new hairstyle.

And I was further impressed to read that Dave became a certified emergency medical technician in 2004. That is pretty cool.

Well, even if it was only his blog guys, I say to you Dave’s blog guys–my birthday is August 21st and it would be lovely to even have a car come pick me down here in the Poconos and bring me to NYC to be on Diamond Dave’s show and meet him and spend the day with him…(but we would totally have to make a pitstop and have coffee with Elke cause I want to meet her too, plus it may be the only time my husband would gladly watch our 3 kids all by himself without griping about it) and that would be the best birthday present ever. E.V.E.R. I mean, I’ve been asking my husband every year to get John Mayer to come sing happy birthday to me. My husband always blows me off on this request, and well, I think Dave may be a little bigger than John Mayer. Although–if you could arrange for me to meet Dave, Elke and John Mayer–well that would just knock the wind out of my sail.