Saturday, September 19, 2009

Does this mean I watch too much Bones?

I am slightly obsessed with that fabulous little show on Fox - Bones. Well, over this year, thanks to TNT & my DVR recorded the first 3 seasons and have spent the last few months watching a couple of episodes a night. Unfortunately this has caused a few problems:

Problem 1: I'm an now even MORE obsessed than I used to be.
Problem 2: I only have 3 hours of HD recording left on my DVR and Season 4 starts on TNT Monday.
Problem 3: I am now dreaming about plot lines. Yes, dreaming about plot lines.

So last night after I drifted off to sleep after re-watching the Season 5 premier I had a dream about the flirtatious crime fighting duo. I woke up and sighed and wished that it would happen for real. If Hart Hanson hasn't come up with this idea, he is completely free to use my dream in the show. So you know how Booth kept checking on Bones when she identified her mother. Well, something bad happened to daddy. YES BAD. I don't know what, it was a dream. Anyway, instead of Booth going to Brennan, she went to him. She quietly sat down on the couch lifted up his arm, leaned into him with her head on his shoulder and stayed there until she fell asleep. Next thing in my dream it was morning and Booth was waking up on the couch with a crick in his neck and she started to stir.....and then the cat jumped on me wanting to go outside so I don't know how it ended. But it was hot. I know it would have been hot.

I need to get out more....or maybe get obsessed with House again.

Thursday, September 17, 2009


I was cleaning out my closet and found my soapbox. I don't often get up on said soapbox and rant and rave, but I just got off the phone with my grandma and well, it pissed me off. Not her, the media. My grandmother is 88 years old. She's pretty much house bound and gets everything she hears from TV. She believes everything she hears and ugh! I blame the media.


I could go on and on and on. In the 60's, 70's and 80's you didn't hear about every single child abduction. I'm not saying that as parents we don't need to be worried, teach "stranger danger" or anything else, but the media scare the living daylights out of parents so that it seems kidnappers are on every street corner.

I've got kids running around my neighborhood with pellet guns shooting at other kids and mine. Because called the police (Is it wrong to rat out kids who behave this way?) the kid is now threatening to and I quote "barge into your house and beat the crap out of you, and your stuff." Violence breeds violence. I don't think many would disagree with me on that subject. So why does everything have to be so dang violent. We see nothing but the bad on National News, CNN, Fox. One channel criticizing another. Even in our government its all about power and knocking the other guy off the thrown. It disgusts me.

What really pissed me off is this new healthcare bill. While I agree there is a problem. The thought that the government is going to fine my family if we don't have healthcare is absolutely ridiculous. A while back I was employed, but due to rising childcare costs, I had to resign because I would have paid more for childcare over the summer than I made in salary. This month my husband's salary got cut by 30% - THIRTY PERCENT. With 2 unbreakable car leases and the company insurance for the whole family 1300 a month (I gave mine up so we are only spending $700 now) and no salary from me, and 30% less of a salary from my husband. We won't be able to afford healthcare. My husband has found another job, but healthcare won't be available for 3 to 6 months. I still won't have money in addition to our regular bills to pay for other healthcare until then. In an economic crisis - how can you fine people for not getting healthcare? Pray my kids don't get sick. Seriously.

I could rant, rave and but all it will do is raise my blood pressure. The problem is not getting healthcare - its having the insurance companies do what they are suppose to.

OH, and I have one thing to say to President Obama: Please be a better role model and refrain from using words like "Jackass" in public and with all this healthcare stuff going on you should really quit smoking. My kids commented the other day when they saw a picture of you "Look there is Obama with a cigarette, doesn't he know how stupid that is? Its gonna kill him." This from the mouth of an 8 year old.

Thank you for letting me rant - its cheaper than a therapist.

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Goodbye, Gentle Giant

I lost a friend yesterday. I have to be honest, I hadn't seen him in a while, this sweet gentleman from my office. He could bring a smile to your face just seeing him, he always had a happy word, never passed without a hug or a kiss on the cheek. I found out this week he wasn't well, and set aside some time to make contact, I didn't make it by before he died.

I remember when his wife died of liver cancer. I remember when he first ventured out after than complaining about the crazy widow-women bring him dinner all the time. Although you know he appreciated it, he would make jokes about having to keep up with them and their dishes. My cheeks hurt from laughing so hard him telling those stories. In fact I'm smiling, and a little teary-eyed at the same time thinking about it. I remember fond evenings after work with him and two others at "The Slounge". Paul with his gin & tonic - I don't ever remember him drinking anything else - always asking how things were and making me laugh. He had an infectious loud laugh, rich and full. I remember one year at the Christmas Party he brought a bag of blinking rings, passing them out to the women of the office. I could talk for hours about this sweet wonderful man. But instead, I'm toasting your memory Paul, giggling at those silly questions you used to ask me and praying for your family.

He was almost always the tallest man in the room, but that's not what made him stand out. He was a truly wonderful man and I will miss him. Goodbye Paul.