80s TV shows = Time Machine!

I don’t think of myself as much of a TV watcher, but I’ve noticed I’ve been posting about TV shows lately. Go figure. I do sometimes have the TV on, especially if it’s a weekend my son’s off spending the weekend with his dad. In a weird way, the white noise keeps me company. So in this white noise fog, I’ve made an interesting discovery. Time machines do exist!!!

Tonight I was doing some work after my son went to bed, and I heard the familiar refrains of that popular sitcom “Cheers.”

I was suddenly transported back to the 90s when I was married. I remembered a former co-worker I haven’t thought of in years, who was a huge Cheers fan. She even went to Boston to visit the place that inspired the series. I had a mini trip down memory lane.

As interesting as that was, it’s nothing compared to the feeling I get when I hear the theme song of “Too Close for Comfort.”

Hearing the theme song and watching an episode really takes me waaaaaayyyy back. For some reason it also makes me think of a cousin who lived down the road from us for a few years. We must’ve watched the show together at times. Otherwise, why does the show make me think of her? It’s more than just thinking of people, though, and reminiscing. I get a visceral feeling, almost like I’ve stepped back to a different time. It’s more tangible than just thinking back. It has to be the music, the sounds, and the way it imprints a feeling or sensation in some remote wrinkle of our brains. It’s an amazing feeling. Like an addict chasing a high, I’ve found myself flipping to the channels that play the old reruns, looking for that window to the past. Time machines do exist.

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The Vortex of Reality TV: The Bachelor

I’m a busy person. I work two jobs, sometimes a third that pops up every now and again. I’m a single mom of a very busy kiddo. I have pets to feed and care for. Groceries to purchase; bathroom to clean. etc., etc. So I’m a bit ashamed to say I’ve been caught up in this season of The Bachelor. I didn’t even realize it was on again (I watched it a couple of seasons, then lost interest at some point.), but I stumbled across an episode a week or two ago. Now I can’t seem to look away. I caught up on a few episodes on Hulu. It’s pitiful; I have no self-control.

It’s not that the bachelor is all that fantastic.

Ben, The Bachelor

I mean, he’s cute and all (not entirely sure I like his hair, but that’s a workable problem), but what’s more interesting, and I hate to say this, is the girls and all their histrionics. Tonight’s episode had two girls going home, crying, wondering what they did wrong. Ladies! Seriously?? If I were on that show being sent home, I think I would be crying because, Oh my Lord, the whole world has seen me act like there’s only one man left on the planet.

I know, it hurts to not be the one. But it’s also got to be hard to seriously think you’re the one, when there are so many other girls spending just as much time, or more, with the same guy. I’d be crying that the vacation was over, the adventure in all these different places – over; the slumber party atmosphere – over. Who knows, maybe that’s what they’re really crying about, but the producers won’t let them say that. Be sure you tell the camera how fab he was and how much you wanted to be here until the end.

And then there’s always the crazy chick. Enter Courtney.

Don't let her cuteness fool you!

She shows a sweet, sexy side to Ben and her psycho kitty side to the girls. Nevermind last week when she said she wanted to rip someone’s head off and verbally assault her. I have a feeling if she’s capable of verbalizing that, she’s physically capable of dishing out much worse. Look out ladies. This week she pulled a Vienna, taking her alone time with The Bachelor to intimate heights. Let’s hope Ben watched that season of The Bachelor and goes to school on Jake’s dime, if you know what I mean.

See, I told you. I’ve watched a season or two too many of The Bachelor. I thought I had recovered from my reality weakness, but looks as thought I’ve relapsed. I don’t think I’ll hit rock bottom until this season is complete because judging from the previews, Courtney gets called out by Ben, and I can’t miss that, can I?

Time to get my own reality.

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How I love thee, Downton Abbey

Last season I was swept off my feet with this show, and I couldn’t wait for this season to start. It’s definitely a lovely addition to my Sunday. “Downton Abbey” is a period drama set in England during World War I, and if you’ve seen the PBS series “Upstairs, Downstairs” you may have noticed the striking similarities. This season, however, the series has really established itself as its own creation. I love it! Of course, I dream of myself living in the gorgeous Downton Abbey, but truth be told, if I lived then, I would be one of the servants. LOL

Some of the characters have changed a bit from last season. Take Mary, for example. She was so superficial last season, but this season she’s grown and matured a bit. Edith doesn’t seem as petty. At first I thought it was too much of a change from last season, but the move I think about it, the more I appreciate how the war has forced all these characters to grow up. Besides, I like these new sides of the characters.

Have you seen it? If not, you should! Tonight’s events had me weeping in my popcorn. Oh, how I love this show.

Sweet William.

 

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I Should Know Better: Stuck on “Repeat”

I should know better than to complain. Karma has a way of eking out justice. To honor my complaint of Toby Keith’s “Red Solo Cup,” the song has been stuck in my head all day. I barely know two lines, but those two lines have been playing over and over. And over. And over. And over. And over. And over. You get the idea. [sigh]

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Good Grief, Toby Keith

It’s obvious Toby Keith has fallen victim to the YesMen (and yes, YesWomen) around him, with his ego soaring ever higher in the atmosphere, resulting in the most annoying song in recent memory. I’m guessing the conversation that led to the irrepressible “Red Solo Cup” song went something like this:

YesMan: Toby, you’re the most awesome musical performer on the planet.

TK: (No verbal response, just a semi-snarl-partial-laugh. Think of something along the lines of Elvis meets Tim “the Tool Man” Taylor.)

YesMan: Seriously man! You could sing a song about anything and your fans would send it to the top of the charts.

TK: Prolly right about that. (The use of “prolly” irks me, so it’s fitting to use it here. I’m LOLing.)

YesMan: Sure I’m right! We could write something simple right here, right now and I guarantee it’ll go platinum.

TK: Maybe. (TK’s strong suit is singing, not conversing.)

YesMan: Take that cup you’re holding — we can turn it into a hit!

TK: This beer’s for my horse.

YesMan: No, I don’t need it  — nevermind. Red Solo Cup, I fill you up, let’s have a party . . .

TK: Catchy.

YesMan: It’ll be the drinking song of the decade!

TK: Gotta take a leak.

YesMan: I’ll keep workin’ on this song, man!

And so it goes. The birth of a song that would echo in the ears of beer drinkers everywhere, from frat parties to farm parties, from the country to the cities. Toby Keith, good grief.

 

(. . . Am I the only one who doesn’t like this song?? . . . )

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Let’s Hear It For the Boys

I went on a mid-day diversion to Marshall’s. I love seeing what new clothes they have in and then wandering the housewares aisles. Wandering those aisles of cookware and dishes, gadgets and linens, I noticed a gent on one aisle checking out the cookware. Interesting, I thought, since I rarely see men in that area. In fact, I don’t recall ever seeing a man in housewares. Next aisle over, same thing. A guy checking out dishes. My goodness, I thought to myself, when did men start frequenting the housewares section? I mean, I’ve seen them in the men’s clothing side, but as I said before, not in housewares. My first thought was Good for them! You know, outfitting their place and all. But then the reality of what the increased traffice means for me settled in: the competition for good deals has increased!! Game on, boys.

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It’s been a while . . .

It’s 2012 and I haven’t written a blog post in gosh knows when. I still have visitors, though, so thank you! I feel terrible that I haven’t written anything, yet you’ve been loyal and checked in. You = good. Me = bad. Life’s been a roller coaster, as it can often be for all of us. My attention has been pulled in 1,367,482 other directions, but 2012 is going to be the year I tune out the unnecessary in order to focus on the “important” things. Blogging is important! I’m going to try my best to be here more often. What about you? How’s your year shaping up?

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I should know better . . . (Part 2)

. . . than to shovel the snow! Yes, it has to be done, and my 11-year-old son is good about doing it, but we got a lot of snow, and I insist on helping, especially the part right by the street since we live on a busy street.  Now I’m paying for it.  Me + snow shovel = visit to the chiropractor.  And I still don’t feel great. I’ve been a bit stooped over all day.  Today when I was leaving my chiropractor’s office, he said, “Don’t forget, I’m closed tomorrow, but if you need to come in Friday, give me a shout.”  Translation: you aren’t going to feel better for a few days.  I go in to see him every couple of months, get adjusted, things are fine.  So him telling me that was a bit of a red flag.

I’m not a gal used to this much snow.  Where I grew up, we might see snow once a year, and it never stayed around long.  Then for over ten years I lived even farther south than where I grew up, and in that time I saw snow fall maybe twice.  There was never any accumulation.  There was ice one year.  That’s it.  So dealing with multiple snowfalls that stick around for weeks is something I’m still not used to, even after living here for 10 years.

I remember when we first moved here, and got that first snow, I wondered why people even bothered shovelling their driveways.  It’s all going to melt anyway, looks like a lot of work for nothing.  Then we found out that snow sticks around for a while here, and what you don’t move gets packed down, then it gets slick.  Lesson learned.  We got a snow shovel.  Then a couple of years later we divorced and he got the shovel. 

So when I needed one, I went to the hardware store and bought my own.  I didn’t put any thought into it, I just bought one.  I’m sure I bought the cheapest one, because who wants to spend money on a shovel when you can buy much more exciting things like shoes? But after watching my neighbors’ driveways melt and clear away after the sun came out today, I’ve about decided I should have a metal bladed shovel instead of this cheap plastic thing.  Mine doesn’t get down far enough so the concrete can warm up in the sunshine and melt away the last bits of snow.

So I shoveled and shoveled and now I’m achy, stiff, and stooped, and my driveway still looks white, while the neighbors’ driveways look clean.  Fail.  Why, oh why, do I even bother???

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I should know better . . .

. . . than to say I have laundry under control.  Seriously.  Just when I think I’ve conquered it – BOOM!! – the laundry pile is suddenly a mountain that threatens to come crashing down on top of me if I don’t start up the washer pronto.  I know it’s never-ending, so why the heck I said it’s under control is beyond me.  I know better!! 🙂 

I think I’ll start of new category of “I should know better …”s.  I’ve got a bunch of them!  I’m a smart gal, at least in some areas, but sometimes I do make the same mistakes a couple of times.  The laundry comment is minor, yes, but let’s see what else I can come up with.  What about you?   Anyone want to share their own “I should know better” moments?  Names can be change to protect the humiliated. 🙂

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Ahhhh, the weekend

Since I’ve been in corporate America for nearly a year and a half, after being a stay-at-home mom, then going to grad school, I’ve come to appreciate the weekend in an entirely different way.  I savor my weekends.  Of coure, there’s the anticipation that builds as the weekdays pass.  Thursday is especially delightful in knowing the next day will be Friday, and then . . . glorious weekend.  Fridays can be crazy busy at work, but I don’t let things get to me because I know in a few hours I’ll have two days entirely for my son and me.

And here it is Friday.  Lovely.  My son’s in bed.  I have a glass of wine, which I’m savoring also.  Breathe in the bouquet followed by small sips of utter enjoyment.  One glass.  Not enough to get tanked, but just enough to enjoy.  Fabulous.

I’ve been energized this week.  I feel like I’ve accomplished a great deal at work.  Tonight I started my weekend housecleaning that I usually start on Saturday morning.  I started laundry and already have that under control.  The kitchen’s in pretty good shape.  I’m feeling good about things.  I’m sure the nice weather we’ve had these past couple of days has helped.  The battle for spring is on.  Right now the warmer temps are in the lead, but winter’s going to do another smack down early in the week.  Back to frigid reality.  At least for a few days.  So for now, I’ll savor this warmer weather the way I savor my weekends and my wine.  One moment at a time.  Hope your weekend is enjoyable and you can spend some time with people you love.  Cheers!

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