Welcome to my little corner of the internet. This is where I can say what I want about whatever I like. That's why this blog is a mish-mash of everything in my life. You might hear me vent, see pictures of my life or you might get to read comments from me about the meaning of life. You just never know.
Who am I? I am a work at home mom of 2, wife to 1.
I am a romantic at heart. I want to fix the world even though it's impossible. I see the good in people usually and try to give good back. I volunteer. I believe in family, friends and want everyone I care about to be truly happy.
I love pink.
I love 80's music. In fact I'm still stuck there!
I want my kids to be successful and use their talents in their lives.
I love my dog.
“Paranoia, the irrational fear that someone is after you, that you are going to be exposed at any moment. It can sneak up on you causing you to stumble at every turn. Paranoia reminds you that no place is truly safe.” — Mary Alice Young, Desperate Housewives.
Have you seen this show yet? Dance Moms airs on Lifetime and if you need some reality in your TV that isn't on CNN, it's definitely drama filled. Dance Moms is kind of like Toddlers & Tiaras meets The Real Housewives. YIKES! Total DRAMA!
And last week was so much fun to watch. SHHHHH...did I really admit that? Yes, I did! I think these moms and this idea of having to be #1 is probably screwing these kids up, but I can't help enjoying the drama.
I predict that Abby(the teacher/coach) is going to lock horns with the lady in the last episode who owns her own studio. No way is she going to be able to sit in the "mom room" and watch her daughter get yelled at by Abby.
I haven't written anything about the LOST finale, even though the anticipation consumed me for weeks and in the end, it was a huge, giant let down to me. I was reading the Lost fan page on Facebook though and it made me realize I should post something. The guy in the video above is how things were at my house when the screen went black--except there wasn't any "bad acting" going on by Mr. Polka Dot and me and a remote along with a few pillows were thrown. Mr. Polka Dot yelled when I hit him, too.
Yes, I cried. Yes, I got "the point" the writers were trying to make. That's not the problem.
I don't need every answer spoon fed to me. I can figure out a lot of what was going on, but there were too many important issues left unexplained. There were too many little details that if I allowed them to, would bug the hell out of me for the rest of my life. See, I tend to focus on little things--like why was Sayid at the church with Shannon and not with the true love of his life, Nadia? Why was Aaron a baby when we saw him grow up? Where was Walt(and while we're at it, why was he "special?") See, my list goes on.
Sure, I can say, oh great, it was about good vs. evil. It was about each of them having to overcome their personality faults or some bad things in their past. I can get that. I can even believe that both God and the Devil lived in unison on one island in the middle of the pacific somewhere and were orchestrating everything that went on for centuries. Sure, no problem.
What I can't get then, is if it was all about something like that--if it was more about religion and faith--then why was so much science brought into the show? Why were were subjected to characters like David Faraday? Why did we learn they each needed a "constant?" Why did it seem Desmond was jumping back and forth in time? Why did the writers, ABC and all the people in charge seem to enjoy baiting us with the online games, tips, hints that all involved science and not faith for 6 years?
Hmmmmmm...see, that's why I'm angry. The show's finale was not about what we'd been led to believe it was about all along. It was a simple premise. Not a bad premise, but still simple. After season 1, I said, "they're all dead and this is purgatory." Remember the writers promising over and over that they weren't dead? I know I do. Ok, so technically they weren't dead until the very end, but still...
Before the finale started, I told Mr. Polka Dot that I didn't care what happened as long as Juliet and Sawyer were together and we got to see Charlie and Claire. I got both my wishes, but dammit...that was not the ending we really deserved. It was all tied up in a nice, neat, palatable package for what felt like commercial success instead of explained to the truly devoted, addicted viewers who tended to use logic to explain the show. The finale played on everyone's emotions.
I cried when Charlie and Claire realized they knew one another. I cried when Sawyer and Juliet met up again. I even cried at the end, but I also felt very cheated. I will forever.
I've read the blogs, the forums and the Facebook Fan Page telling me that if I don't get it, I'm stupid or don't deserve to "understand." The problem is, I DO understand it and I hate it. I feel cheated and I always will. Nothing needs to be "explained" to me.
I get it.
I hate it. I'm so glad I never bought the DVDs. I feel like I wasted 6 years of my life on a show that destroyed itself in the last 20 minutes.
Have I ever mentioned how much I love Netflix? Really! I absolutely LOVE getting movies in the mail, but I love it even more that I can stream my instant queue through the Wii! It's much better than watching on my laptop, for sure.
Of course it took a lesson from The Boy to teach me how to do it, but now I'm a pro. It kind of reminded me of the episode of Modern Family where the mom couldn't figure out how to work the remote, but now I feel like I've caught up to this century.
I love that they have so many TV series on instant queue! We don't have any of the movie channels, so I'm catching up on some Showtime and HBO series. Right now, I'm stuck on Weeds. OMG, I love this show!
At least I have something to watch while I'm waiting on Glee to return. I really need some Glee in my life to get me through the summer.
I'm watching TLC--which my friend Shelley's daughter has dubbed "The Loser Channel"-- and I'm starting to agree with her. I mean, there are hoarders, people who can't cook, and women who didn't realize they were pregnant.
Let us not forget the little beauty queens and their crazy moms and of course, the one I find to be among the craziest - Kate. Kate is no longer Jon and Kate Plus Eight. She is just Kate Plus Eight.
As I'm watching this show about people who serve their families inedible food, they're showing preview after preview of Kate's new show. It looks like Kate has decided that 8 kids just isn't enough of a challenge for her. Now she wants to raise chickens! Yes, in a chicken coop.
Why?
Seriously, why does a woman who seems like 8 kids is doing her in want to take on raising chickens? Is she going to start an organic farm next and put the little ones to work all day long? I just really do not get this woman.
She misses being home with her kids, but I see her on TV every chance she can get. From Dancing with the Stars to The View, Kate is always out there.
I guess it's a good thing there aren't nearby neighbors. If my neighbors started raising stinky chickens in their back yard, I would have issues!
I watched the Grey's Anatomy season finale tonight and I probably won't sleep tonight at all. For one thing, over the past few years, I've had a really hard time watching anything remotely violent. Shooting scenes bother me a lot. Gone are the days when I could to got a horror movie and watch it without closing my eyes.
Now, I get literally sick to my stomach when I watch violence on tv. I don't know how I've managed to make it through Lost. I guess the story has been so compelling that it's blocked out the violent aspects for me.
So tonight, the premise of Grey's was that someone was in the hospital shooting. It seemed that no one was immune to the wrath of this man. At least it felt this way watching it. It was so hard for me to watch that during the commercials, I'd find myself wandering around the house, muttering to myself that everyone was going to be ok. ;) Ok, it wasn't quite that bad, but I did wander.
From the time I was a little kid, I've had this recurring dream about being shot at or being stuck in a situation just like played out tonight. When I was very young, it was at school. This was long before the Columbine days, so my mom told me it was just a silly dream, but I remember being nervous in the bathroom that I saw in my dreams.
Over the years, it changed a little, but I still feel panicky over things like that. I'm sure some psychologist(armchair or otherwise) could figure out what my dream means. It's probably some deep seated fear of something, but I don't really care. I just don't like it and that's why I generally avoid shows and movies like this. Tonight, I couldn't because let's face it. It's Grey's Anatomy.
I expected it to be intense. Just not quite THAT intense. Now to find something to do with myself for the rest of the night!
A while back, someone suggested I watch Big Love. I really didn't think I'd like it, but I put the first season on my Netflix queue. A few weeks ago, the first DVD came and I am totally HOOKED!
I'm already half way through the second season because I stay up late catching up almost every night. That's probably not good is it?
As you're watching, you almost forget they ARE polygamists and the life they're leading which is so much different than my own. They have problems with their kids and each other that any family could have. Of course, they also have a husband schedule and a slew or problems that most families certainly do not have.
Now I'm off to catch up again so I can get this DVD back to Netflix and I can have 2 more for the weekend!
I'll miss you. My Grey's Anatomy hour will never be the same.
It's true. The good always die young.
What a heartbreaking episode. It wasn't as bad as the finale last year, but it was still a lot to process. I think the worst part for me was when Bailey demanded to know where his organs were going. To have it personalized so much was moving and just what George deserved.
I hope that will make people think about donating their organs. It is a final gift we can all give and as Izzy said, George would give everything. So true...
