The children are well and fed and bathed and sleeping. Phew! (Monkey is completely recovered, and Chickadee had a MUCH milder version.) My "famous" pecan pie is cooling on the counter. On the one hand, when I review what's happened since last Thanksgiving, there's so much in the last 12 months I would love to forget. On the other hand, all of that had to do with getting here; and for all of my bitching and moaning, here is still pretty good. I'm plenty thankful these days. And just now? I was sitting here watching the Food Network and I found this shirt, and now I know I'm not alone. Hee....
Admittedly, I shouldn't be watching--or then, admitting that I watched--Trading Spouses: Meet Your New Mommy. I should be ashamed. I am ashamed. Would you like some cake? I just baked it. You need cake with trash TV. Anyway. This two-part episode where they swapped a new-age hypnotherapist with a devout Christian was a neat idea, I guess. I mean... dramatic tension and all that. I certainly understand why they thought it would make good entertainment. And swapping a new-age hypnotherapist with a devout Christian WOULD've been good entertainment, I think. But this show was just a little bit...
I am watching the Food Network and was so excited to see that we'd be learning how a red velvet cake is made. I mean, I live in New England, and red velvet cake is not a staple around here. So, yay! What a thrilling way to spend my Friday night! Except that Al Roker was chatting with the bakery lady while they made the cake together, and then he... he... *shudder* he spanked himself with the rubber spatula while declaring the cake "sexy." That was just wrong on so many different levels. Any desire I had for red velvet cake? GONE. In fact, I think there's an entire market waiting to be tapped...
There's a phenomenon in reality television shows that I refer to as the "but NEXT WEEK" principle. Basically it has to do with dramatic tension and how--depending on a given show's construct--each successive episode is even more scary or riveting or unexpected or WHATEVER than the last. Things just grow and grow and there is no going back. For example: I have a friend who desperately wants to be on "What Not to Wear" on TLC. I've nominated her a couple of times, and I suspect that some of her students have as well. But WNTW has already done square-dressing school teachers. They can't...
Many important things happened this weekend, but I've got to watch TV right now or, um, I would be less pathetic. And we don't want THAT to happen. Although, I did go out on Saturday night amongst grown-ups to a comedy show. That was almost like being a social person. And the last comedian actually improvised (hilariously) for over twenty minutes on some random audience member's wallet. And I was very pleased we weren't sitting right in front. I believe someone previously recommended to me "those thingies that dissolve in the shower and create vapor" when I had a cold. They just ran a...
So, I thought I'd post about something really intellectual to offset that last post. You know, both to reestablish myself as the sort of person who concentrates on the important things in life... and to alleviate the incredibly squicked-out heebie-jeebies I apparently get from being sent anonymous porn in the mail. But, uh, I worked 15 hours yesterday; and now the season premiere of Desperate Housewives is on. I've got nothin'. And I can't admit how excited I am about DW being back without looking even more pathetic than usual. Plus, that guy who dances around in that Diet Coke commercial to...
I'm so overwhelmed by nothing and everything, right now, that I'm not sure I could write anything coherent even if I wanted to. Actually, I don't really want to. And that's either one of the signs of the apocalypse or that I am in serious need of some Good Drugs. Maybe both. Anyway. I've just discovered Hell's Kitchen on Fox, and it's the first thing in three days that has distracted me from the very busy work of completely losing my mind. This show needs to be on all the time, I think. I mean, I may be freaking out, but at least I'm not trapped in a kitchen with a crazy guy who makes me...
I'm watching the season finale of "The Apprentice." *insert obligatory joke about Donald Trump's hair here* I can't decide if this makes me more or less of a dork than the people who had to go out and see the new Star Wars movie RIGHT NOW IMMEDIATELY lest they somehow shrivel up and die from Jedi withdrawal. In my defense, I've been home (mostly sleeping) all day, so running out to a movie wasn't high on my priority list, anyway. But I haven't caught the Star Wars mania that seems to plague so many of my friends. Yes, I saw the original Star Wars movie when it came out, and thought it was...
I'm watching 20/20. On a Friday night. In my sweatpants. While drinking... cold water. Because I am a PARTY ANIMAL. So there's this piece on Weyco, a benefit management company that instituted a no-smoking policy. No big deal, right? You can't smoke at work just about anywhere, anyway. Not exactly. Weyco instituted a zero-tolerance policy on nicotine use, period. Employees were subject to random screenings and if nicotine was detected, they were terminated. The story was about whether or not this was legal, blah blah blah, Big Brother is watching yooouuuuuu, etc. And I don't mean to make...
