I really do watch entirely too much tv.  As I try to get my dvr cleared off enough to record my shows while I’m at the beach, it becomes painfully obvious.  I’ve had to sacrifice a few shows.  Army Wives and The Unit were the first to get cut.  Then Chuck.   Chuck’s the only one of the three that really hurts, but  I’m hoping I can catch it online ( Read more... )

If it weren't for tv I'm not sure I'd be keeping up with my 100 word entries, especially now that I'm back on the byetta regular-like.  Stuff is doing a number on my energy levels at night.  Anyways....on to the reviews ( Read more... )

Fringe.  Five episodes in and I stand by my original observations:
 

• I’m enjoying it more and more each week. 
• Anna Torv is the weak link. 
• I want Mark Valley as a regular, regardless of if the character is a good guy or a bad guy.

My one frustration with the show is that not only am I not impressed with Torv, I’m also really frustrated with the way ( Read more... )

( Three More Days )

Isn’t it interesting how scents can evoke emotion? I sit now with a stick of dark chocolate nearby and that rich aroma brings a sense of contentment, yet the heavily floral scent of the perfume someone spilled in the ladies room on this floor brings forth only annoyance. The various aromas that emanate from my mother’s kitchen bring forth calm ( Read more... )

To my nephew, whom I love ( Read more... )

I am her and she is me. I guess you could call us the collective ‘We’. As her I am brazen and bold, as me she is analytical and sometimes cold. It’s hard to say where one begins and the other ends, thankfully most of the time we are as alike as kin. When we’re not we’ll hiss and fight, but in the end she almost always sets me right. She is me ( Read more... )

Inside me ticks a clock only I can hear. It counts off the days, weeks, months, and years. It says there’s time yet for this, protests I’ve grown to old for that, ticking ever closer to the time I’ll wear a purple hat. Sometimes it ticks ever so soft, other times it tocks loud enough to curl my toes in their socks. Its steady pace is meant to ( Read more... )

We had a dress rehearsal today and I’m proud to say…nobody panicked.   Not even the dad-to-be. I find it pretty funny though that as we were leaving the house the mom-to-be was saying “I don’t want to do this!” and when they were sending her back home she was asking, “But can’t you make it happen tonight?” Snicker. My niece’s pregnancy has been an ( Read more... )

A hundred words seems awfully daunting tonight.  I’m more asleep than awake and having ‘issues’ and as a result I’m seriously not a happy camper and sitting in this chair takes more energy than I’ve got.  Which sucks. I want to be online.  I want to play and chatter.  I need to wade through my inboxes and clean them up and actually answer a few ( Read more... )