It’s Not My Fault…

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Bring us Paper

I can't believe that we have been doing this for a YEAR already.

We actually started on September 1st, 2008, but hey, we made it through the year.

The anniversary of me being bitten by a spider is in just a few days which I was reminded of when I was re-arranging my room around a couple of days ago for the upcoming long winter.--it basically means that I move my bed away from the window.-- because I remember taking a whole day moving a bed and a desk when it should have taken an hour after I got bit.

But I don't want to rehash my spider bite, that is not the kind of anniversary I want to celebrate but I know that I am going to enjoy some kind of treat for the Big Hollywood Blog anniversary.

Paper is the traditional gift for a first anniversary and knowing my comrades like I do, we'd be happy with a notepad from the 99 Cents Only Store.

Maybe I'll buy a paper today.

Kurt

Fung Shway

I'm lazy.

I don't want to look up the correct way to spell the title of this post.

People tell me that I don't want to have anything under my bed because it goes against Fung Shway. People tell me that I don't want to have my bed facing the door the wrong way because it goes against Fung Shway.

People tell me that if I got my energy aligned that I would be more successful and that I'd be happier.

People tell me that my energy dictates what happens to me.

Really.

So I guess I had bad energy when my hair fell out and I could get my hair back if I got my good energy back?

Really.

So when something really good that happens in my life then I am using my good energy, although I still have my shoes under my bed?

Huh.

Next year we're going to find out that you're supposed to have your shoes under your bed because they contain the energy that carries you through life to your goals.

Really?

I think it's more about what I do than what I don't.

For me, worrying about my fung shway would drive me nuts, making me question everything. What if I had nothing under my bed and I was a failure. Then I'd be vacuming under my bed hoping that my life would improve.

See where I'm going here?

Or are you lazy too.

Kurt

Fire Good

Am I the only one who can see a bright side to losing one's home in a fire? Because I confess to a tiny feeling of relief when I imagine it. Oh, to start again. To make better decisions, to be as wonderful as I imagine the Other Me would be. Sigh.

I rent a house, and it's full to the rafters with crap I've been collecting my whole life, and dragging across the country. I'm no good at throwing things away, true, but I'm pretty sure I'm just a couple of defective neurons away from the all-out packrat/hoarder danger zone.

The house, once proud, is now a bit shabby. This is what happens to houses that have been rented for 20 years or so. I've often fantasized about how I'd renovate it, if it were mine to renovate, but I think this is just because I can't stand the idea of packing up all my crap. It would be worth it to me to avoid that, by buying this money pit. That's bad. Lately, I've begun to imagine a scenario where I'm forced to move because of the termites, or the pipes, or the wiring, or any of the other perfectly legitimate health and safety concerns that might condemn this place. And I think I would just sell everything, and start over again, as if there'd been a fire. Or maybe I'd drag my stuff out to the street and post a "take any of this" sign. What I'd lose in potential yard sale dollars I'd make up in not having to have a yard sale. Which is a fair trade, in my opinion.

Ah, well,

Jenny

Falling For A Bad Boy

This is Taylor Kitsch as Tim Riggins on the amazingly wonderful series Friday Night Lights.


Really?
Really, dude?
Come on, that’s not fair.

I avoided the inevitable Riggins downward spiral for years by simply refusing to watch Friday Night Lights. Sure I heard about people going gaga for this guy, but I didn’t get it. I rolled my eyes and snorted and whispered under my breath, “cut your hair, you hippy.”

However, after plowing through two seasons of FNL in less than a month, I’ve fallen big-time for bad-boy Riggins. He’s a hard livin’ hard drinkin’ football playin’ womanizer…and apparently only a sophomore in high school. He skips class and cheats on tests and sleeps around and is incredibly sexy because of it.

In real life, Taylor Kitsch is a 28 year-old Canadian model/nutritionist. Snooze. I’ll take Riggins and all his self-sabotaging behavior over the actor who plays him anytime.

I confess this because it’s a first.

I’ve never fallen for the bad boy.

My mom taught me well. Perhaps too well. I could have messed around at least a little with the bad boys. If for no other reason than to have strengthened my immune system as a growing girl.

Thinking back, I guess I did crush on one football player back in high school. He was big and strong and all muscle and pounded his opponents on the football and lacrosse fields. But then again, he was in my AP Art History class, he was a member of both the Physics and Latin clubs and he was one hell of a potter. Chris Scavone was no bad boy.

Damn you, Riggins!!

gretch

Evil Republicans

Kurt

Fall TV Lineup

I just did what I haven't done in years. Checked out the tv schedule ahead of the the season's start and wrote out a grid of what I'd like to see or TiVo, or watch carefully in the old way while TiVo records something else. This really only happens in the beginning. Eventually, the schedule smooths itself out and good shows are canceled and ones you thought you'd like turn out to be insufferable. It's a difficult but necessary time. But the uncertainty, the risk, is hard. What if that show you invest all that early time in (and really enjoy, no less,) turns out to be canceled? Then you're two whole episodes behind on the other stuff that didn't get canceled. It's like I imagine playing the ponies to be, sort of.

On a side note, I'm surprised at how many disaster-type health dramas are launching. Mercy, Trauma.... Seriously, Three Rivers? I mean, I spent time in Pittsburgh, so I'm all for the title, and as Gretchen points out, they are the first to really fit scrubs - in a way that makes it hard to imagine getting them over one's head. This one is all about transplants, though, as I understand it. Passionate, gorgeous medical professionals of a certain age range do the same thing each week. I don't doubt that there are people out there who'd want to tune in to this, I'm just not one of them. And on the commercial, when they pulled out the clip of the grieving mom asking the heart recipient if she could please hear her daughter's heartbeat one more time? That kind of sealed the deal.

On another side note, is anyone - I mean, ANYONE - going to watch five hours of prime time Jay Leno? Is the guy a workaholic? Go, Jay. Ride your motorcycles. For the love of Mike, nightly programming with NO interviews? Suicide.

All in all, I think I might be getting a lot of movies watched this season. Or maybe even turning off the tv more.

I'm just kidding.

Jenny

Six Pack at Three Rivers

The tagline for new CBS hospital drama Three Rivers is “You never know who’s going to save your life.” You may not know who this person is, but you can damn well bet the ranch that if you’re stuck in Three Rivers Hospital that that person is going to be smokin’ hot. If real doctors looked like this, do you think they would waste a second on thoughts of med school? Um, no.




For seriously, you guys, I didn’t even know they made slim-fitting scrubs. It seems cruel doesn’t it? I can’t wait to see what the hospital gowns look like.

gretch

Scud Stud

I was just wondering the other day how the 'scud stud' was doing.

He's like in his fifties now and living in Canada, where he is originally from. He wasn't even a freaking American! Next thing you're going to tell me that William Shatner is Canadian too.

So the scud stud is living in Canada and writing books and producing movies and tv stuff.

I am the first to say that we are way overdue for a SNL sketch about the scud stud.

You heard it here first.

Kurt

One and a half inches

I learned on Monday that I will be administering vitamin B12 shots to myself, on a weekly basis for 8 weeks, then monthly for who-knows-how-long. The needle is to be plunged into my thigh muscle (until I feel the resistance,) and is one and a half inches long. I've mostly only considered that to be a short distance. Not any more.

I stopped at Walgreen's pick-up window to get the needles, along with a couple of other things. I was told, after waiting for some time, that insurance wouldn't pay for the needles. Interesting, since they paid for the B12. But whatever, she said it would only be $21.99. I said fine, and asked for how many? She said ONE HUNDRED. That makes the cost per unit excellent, but I wasn't planning on doing this a hundred times, I'll tell you that. This was sobering. Then we learned that the box was so big it wouldn't fit in the slide out drawer at the drive-up window. So I had to park and go in after all, wondering the whole time what I'd do with all the leftover needles.

Delusional much?

Jenny

PS: I'm assured by the doctor that grown physicians have trouble with the injection procedure. Apparently we humans are not just not wired to plunge a needle into our bodies, we are wired to NOT plunge a needle in our bodies. Know what I mean? Hmf.

The New Thelma and Louise?

In the last ten years I've only had to make one automobile insurance claim. It was a minor accident, the other driver's fault and no one was hurt. Even still, I was incredibly worried. I figured I'd have to call my insurance a million times in order to get any kind of response. I was beyond surprised when the entire process was painless and smooth. USAA, my insurance carrier, was polite and helpful and efficient.

It's a good thing too. Because if they weren't the perfect partner I'd drop USAA in a heartbeat for Flo over at Progressive. I'm kind of in love with her.

I don't know what it is, I just love her. I feel happy when she's on my television. The store she works in looks like heaven, and it should, because she's an angel. She's always smiling, but you can tell she's no Pollyanna. There's an edge to her. I'd want Flo with me in a knife fight. Hell, I'd start a knife fight in that insurance store in the sky with the creepy boat guy just to see what would happen. That chick has got to have some moves. She's also a wicked kisser, can hold her liquor and her makeup is super cute.



Hey, Flo, call me.

gretch