Okay, I am a TV addict and a TV geek. The addict because I can't sit in a room without the TV on. I have it on even when I am not watching it. The geek because I get way too into many of the shows I watch...one may refer to this "getting into" as a mild obsession, but I don't. I know a lot more people who get into shows way more than I do...and you know who you are, for example: KD - OTH.
This idea popped into my head while watching this week's DVRed episode of Grey's Anatomy. Grey's has a new intern: Sadie, a friend from Meredith's past who gives Cristina a run for her BFF status. I have an issue with this character not because of the character, but because of the actress cast to play her. Melissa George, aka Lauren Reed on Alias - the double-agent that was married to Michael Vaughn. She was a bad guy - a very bad guy.
So, now I can't get past the bad guy part. In my head, because she played a character I hated, no matter what Grey's writers want her character to be, I will never be able to like her character. I will have to hate her. I will make her a bad guy - trying to break up Meredith and Derek or Meredith and Cristina, trying to one-up the rest of the interns, whatever she does, I will take it as something bad. This is nothing against Melissa George as a person or as an actress...this is about me and my status as a TV geek.
Had they cast anyone else to play Sadie, I would not think about her this way. She was hardly in the episode, but every time she was there, I assumed bad guy. It's like in old Westerns - white hat means good guy, black hat means bad guy. It's the same for me with actors and actresses. They need to always play good guys or bad guys, but never both. I know it's type-casting, but I don't care. It's like when Robin Williams plays a bad guy or when a soap opera character turns over a new leaf - it just doesn't work for me.
So, if Sadie's supposed to be this bad girl intern, great job with the casting!! If she isn't...good luck with that!
November 15, 2008
November 14, 2008
Birthday Presents & Laundry Baskets
So, this Sunday is my mom's birthday...and I have NO idea what to get for her.
She told me she wanted gold hoop earrings. I know I am a girl, but I have no idea what that means. I am not really a hoop girl - I have a few pairs, but I don't wear them often. I keep looking at the choices and I am not feeling the love for any of them. None of them say "Mom" to me. So many of them, however, say pirate, which is not a good look for my mother. So, if I don't get her hoops, I have no clue what else she might want. I usually don't have this difficulty when shopping for her, so I don't know why I can't pick a good present.
(Sidebar: I just spent the past 10 minutes looking for the remote, which fell under the coffee table. I pulled the cushions off the couch and threw throw pillows around the room before I found it. How aggrivating.)
I am going to bake her birthday cake. The request was an angel food cake with strawberries and Cool-Whip. She was going to bake her own cake, but I can't let her do that...it's so sad! My mom's birthday falls at an unfortunate time of year: Deer Season. My dad's the mighty hunter and my mother is a casualty of war. Dad will be hunting all weekend, which is why Mom was planning on baking her own cake. And my dad apparently is only going to hunt for a half day on Sunday in honor of Mom's birthday. So, the big family dinner for her birthday, with the famous cake, will be Sunday evening. And since I have not bought the gift yet, I need to get shopping.
Which means I need to shop tomorrow or Sunday before dinner. But, here lies the problem: I have to do laundry tomorrow. B was in NYC last weekend with his mom (a topic for another ramble...) so I was lazy and did not do any. So there is a lot to be done and I will be doing it alone because B has to work Saturday. I am a little apprehensive about the laundry after what happened the last time I tried to walk through the lawn with a laundry basket...
She told me she wanted gold hoop earrings. I know I am a girl, but I have no idea what that means. I am not really a hoop girl - I have a few pairs, but I don't wear them often. I keep looking at the choices and I am not feeling the love for any of them. None of them say "Mom" to me. So many of them, however, say pirate, which is not a good look for my mother. So, if I don't get her hoops, I have no clue what else she might want. I usually don't have this difficulty when shopping for her, so I don't know why I can't pick a good present.
(Sidebar: I just spent the past 10 minutes looking for the remote, which fell under the coffee table. I pulled the cushions off the couch and threw throw pillows around the room before I found it. How aggrivating.)
I am going to bake her birthday cake. The request was an angel food cake with strawberries and Cool-Whip. She was going to bake her own cake, but I can't let her do that...it's so sad! My mom's birthday falls at an unfortunate time of year: Deer Season. My dad's the mighty hunter and my mother is a casualty of war. Dad will be hunting all weekend, which is why Mom was planning on baking her own cake. And my dad apparently is only going to hunt for a half day on Sunday in honor of Mom's birthday. So, the big family dinner for her birthday, with the famous cake, will be Sunday evening. And since I have not bought the gift yet, I need to get shopping.
Which means I need to shop tomorrow or Sunday before dinner. But, here lies the problem: I have to do laundry tomorrow. B was in NYC last weekend with his mom (a topic for another ramble...) so I was lazy and did not do any. So there is a lot to be done and I will be doing it alone because B has to work Saturday. I am a little apprehensive about the laundry after what happened the last time I tried to walk through the lawn with a laundry basket...
November 11, 2008
The sprain
Okay, so here I go. I'm in the living room, my ankle elevated by three throw pillows because of the sprain. You probably don't know about the sprain...so here's what happened:
Picture it: Sunday, November 2, 2008. It was just before noon and B and I are leaving for a thrilling day of laundry. We have two baskets - B's smaller "traditional" laundry basket and my basket, which is more of a large hamper-style. And it's full. I struggle to carry this basket each and every week and B and I argue each and every week about me carrying the larger, heavier basket and every week I lose.
Anyway, B's already in the car already when I get outside and I yell to him "which side" so I know which side is empty. From inside the car, he indicates the passenger side, so I start to cut across the leaf-covered lawn. Big mistake. See, somehow I forgot that there is a flower garden buried beneath the leaves, probably because I didn't plant anything in that particular garden this year,and my when I stepped into it, I lost my balance. As I was falling, I felt my ankle twist hard and felt an instant zing of pain, and then I heard a loud POP. Disgusting.
So, there I am...lying on my back in the front yard, yelling in pain, tears running down my face. The laundry basket went flying, spilling out, I am just happy it was dirty laundry...and there is nothing like airing dirty laundry...hmmm, and where you might ask was B? He was laughing his ass off in the car! Bastard! He did quickly realize that there was something wrong when I didn't bounce right back up, so he did get out of the car and he stopped laughing for his own self-preservation. He tried to help me up, but it hurt so it took a few minutes. He got me into the car and volunteered to go back upstairs to get an ice pack. We, however, didn't have an icepack, but instead we had 2 bottles of bodysplash chilled in the freezer left over from the summer. It's actually an easy way to take some of the summer heat away since the splashes don't freeze and it's refreshing to spritz the icy liquid, but it is not an effective icepack.
So, now it's been over a week and the ankle is bit bruised and a bit swollen. I'm wearing a brace - doctor's orders - and I am keeping off it as much as possible and keeping it iced, and I am keeping my fingers crossed that it will get better soon!
Picture it: Sunday, November 2, 2008. It was just before noon and B and I are leaving for a thrilling day of laundry. We have two baskets - B's smaller "traditional" laundry basket and my basket, which is more of a large hamper-style. And it's full. I struggle to carry this basket each and every week and B and I argue each and every week about me carrying the larger, heavier basket and every week I lose.
Anyway, B's already in the car already when I get outside and I yell to him "which side" so I know which side is empty. From inside the car, he indicates the passenger side, so I start to cut across the leaf-covered lawn. Big mistake. See, somehow I forgot that there is a flower garden buried beneath the leaves, probably because I didn't plant anything in that particular garden this year,and my when I stepped into it, I lost my balance. As I was falling, I felt my ankle twist hard and felt an instant zing of pain, and then I heard a loud POP. Disgusting.
So, there I am...lying on my back in the front yard, yelling in pain, tears running down my face. The laundry basket went flying, spilling out, I am just happy it was dirty laundry...and there is nothing like airing dirty laundry...hmmm, and where you might ask was B? He was laughing his ass off in the car! Bastard! He did quickly realize that there was something wrong when I didn't bounce right back up, so he did get out of the car and he stopped laughing for his own self-preservation. He tried to help me up, but it hurt so it took a few minutes. He got me into the car and volunteered to go back upstairs to get an ice pack. We, however, didn't have an icepack, but instead we had 2 bottles of bodysplash chilled in the freezer left over from the summer. It's actually an easy way to take some of the summer heat away since the splashes don't freeze and it's refreshing to spritz the icy liquid, but it is not an effective icepack.
So, now it's been over a week and the ankle is bit bruised and a bit swollen. I'm wearing a brace - doctor's orders - and I am keeping off it as much as possible and keeping it iced, and I am keeping my fingers crossed that it will get better soon!
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