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I had a rare night alone last night and was all prepared to work (more on that later) with "2012" on in the background -- honestly, there's nothing quite as fun as watching John Cusack phone in his wisecrackin' -- but there was a big package waiting for me on the stoop. All 5 seasons of "Moonlighting"! (for 39.95!!) I'd almost forgot I'd ordered them from an Amazon vendor in mid-August. Apparently they are based on Mars, or perhaps Pluto, considering the shipping time.
So of course I went right to the end of Season 3, the one where Maddie and David finally hit the sheets. Oh, I love that show so much. With little hearts and pink ponies and glitter and lots of exclamation points. Squeeeeeeeeeeee! However, I blame David Addison for ruining all men for me who don't have at least some semblance of a quick wit. (Sigh. More on that later.)
My self-control is great, I must say, because I kept it to one episode, and I want to do an official rewatch from episode 1 at some point. So I started work with the TV on in the background, and I unexpectedly got another surprise -- I caught the pilot of "Terriers," which I may have already fallen in love with a little bit, possibly with stars and kittens. I really, really love Donal Logue, and he is in his element with this show. (For the record, I thought he was slightly miscast in "Life," even though he was brilliant.) And the actor who plays his partner has got "it," that weird something that keeps my eyes glued to the screen. It's funny. And dark. It's about private detectives. And there are dogs. It might as well have come in an envelope with my name on it. smiley face! smiley face!
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Work has been DREADFUL. The pressure has been enormous, and the sheer amount of WORK is so bad that I have to take a Unisom every night or I wake up in the middle of the night and fret for hours. We are getting paid overtime, as much as we can handle, but there are simply not enough hours in the week. All I do is come in early, work, stay late, and come in on the weekends. The rest of the time is spent being a Mom, which I won't sacrifice. So every spare minute for the last several months has been devoted to work. If we can get through the rest of 2010 and 2011, though, we'll be through the worst pub cycle for the big medical texts we just assumed control of. Evidently. Cold comfort, though.
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I may have mentioned here before that my dad is a hobbyist drag racer. A few times a year huge races are held close by in Illinois that he runs, and I try to go at least once a year to cheer. Anyway, last Saturday Maddy (who really likes going) and I went and spent the day at the track. To get to the other side of the massive track folks walk, ride scooters, or bike. So guess what? I got on my bike and rode! For the first time since the catastrophic crash last summer! I was only a little nervous, but after a few minutes it was like riding a bike. Ha ha. :-)
(As an aside, I get to have some wire and two pins removed from my elbow in January, since they are so close to the surface and the bone has healed well. Woot!)
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So there's this divorced guy my age who my mother has been DYING for me to meet, and he was showing his car at the track that weekend. Normally I have no interest in car guys, but I have learned better lately since my Unfortunate Crush is actually a car guy. (Who knew.) So I biked over to the show area with my dad and casually met him, and no way, no how. He did not laugh at my funny conversation, people. Did not even smile! My must-haves for men are very, very few. But they must think I'm amusing in some manner, even if they only think I have a screw loose. And if not that, they should laugh at my dad's funny story. I mean, HONESTLY.
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I'm outta time. Happy Wednesday!
So of course I went right to the end of Season 3, the one where Maddie and David finally hit the sheets. Oh, I love that show so much. With little hearts and pink ponies and glitter and lots of exclamation points. Squeeeeeeeeeeee! However, I blame David Addison for ruining all men for me who don't have at least some semblance of a quick wit. (Sigh. More on that later.)
My self-control is great, I must say, because I kept it to one episode, and I want to do an official rewatch from episode 1 at some point. So I started work with the TV on in the background, and I unexpectedly got another surprise -- I caught the pilot of "Terriers," which I may have already fallen in love with a little bit, possibly with stars and kittens. I really, really love Donal Logue, and he is in his element with this show. (For the record, I thought he was slightly miscast in "Life," even though he was brilliant.) And the actor who plays his partner has got "it," that weird something that keeps my eyes glued to the screen. It's funny. And dark. It's about private detectives. And there are dogs. It might as well have come in an envelope with my name on it. smiley face! smiley face!
***
Work has been DREADFUL. The pressure has been enormous, and the sheer amount of WORK is so bad that I have to take a Unisom every night or I wake up in the middle of the night and fret for hours. We are getting paid overtime, as much as we can handle, but there are simply not enough hours in the week. All I do is come in early, work, stay late, and come in on the weekends. The rest of the time is spent being a Mom, which I won't sacrifice. So every spare minute for the last several months has been devoted to work. If we can get through the rest of 2010 and 2011, though, we'll be through the worst pub cycle for the big medical texts we just assumed control of. Evidently. Cold comfort, though.
***
I may have mentioned here before that my dad is a hobbyist drag racer. A few times a year huge races are held close by in Illinois that he runs, and I try to go at least once a year to cheer. Anyway, last Saturday Maddy (who really likes going) and I went and spent the day at the track. To get to the other side of the massive track folks walk, ride scooters, or bike. So guess what? I got on my bike and rode! For the first time since the catastrophic crash last summer! I was only a little nervous, but after a few minutes it was like riding a bike. Ha ha. :-)
(As an aside, I get to have some wire and two pins removed from my elbow in January, since they are so close to the surface and the bone has healed well. Woot!)
***
So there's this divorced guy my age who my mother has been DYING for me to meet, and he was showing his car at the track that weekend. Normally I have no interest in car guys, but I have learned better lately since my Unfortunate Crush is actually a car guy. (Who knew.) So I biked over to the show area with my dad and casually met him, and no way, no how. He did not laugh at my funny conversation, people. Did not even smile! My must-haves for men are very, very few. But they must think I'm amusing in some manner, even if they only think I have a screw loose. And if not that, they should laugh at my dad's funny story. I mean, HONESTLY.
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I'm outta time. Happy Wednesday!