The vast majority of tv viewers have their own quirky little preferences, right? That is to say, everyone who watches tv with regularity has at least one thing he or she watches that’s maybe not entirely proud and illustrious. So if a person happened to have alerts set up on her iPhone to remind her to watch professional and NCAA bowling, that person wouldn’t need to be ashamed, because, to co-opt a phrase, everybody’s got one?
Before we left on our trip to California I sat the kids down and we hand-picked all the DVDs they wanted to bring in the van. Looking over their selections I realize that we are gradually shifting into a different phase of our lives. Sure, there are some old standbys in the bunch, being that the youngest member of the family is only five, but the preferred genres have begun to shift, now straying even into the territory of stuff I don’t mind watching. Which, after 11 years of The Wiggles, Dragon Tales, and the like, is not an entirely unwelcome development.
- Kronk’s New Groove
- Troop Beverly Hills
- Alice in Wonderland (Johnny Depp version)
- The Goonies
- Land Before Time: Great Longneck Migration
- Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief
- While You Were Sleeping
- That Thing You Do!
- Adventures in Babysitting
- Some bloody Wiggles video
- LeapFrog Letter Factory
- Clash of the Titans (recent version)
- Land Before TIme: Journey Through the Mists
- Dolphin Tale
- The Princess Diaries
- Land Before Time: The Wisdom of Friends
- LeapFrog Code Word Caper
- Walking With Dinosaurs & Walking WIth Monsters
Two thoughts about tonight’s Grammys:
1) Maroon 5 loses out to Amy Winehouse & Tony Bennett. Seriously? Okay, they only had the biggest song of the ENTIRE YEAR, but give the award to the dead lady because you feel bad and it’s the only thing she was nominated for. Up yours, Grammy voters. It’s not just that my boys lost; I don’t condone pity awards.
2) Jesse Carmichael, Maroon 5’s piano/keyboard player (and my other favorite, alongside Adam) was not with the band tonight. This has caused GREAT consternation amongst “Marooners” on Twitter, along with wild speculation. Normally I wouldn’t pay much attention to unsubstantiated theories but it is really weird that he wasn’t there to perform. If they’d merely been attending as nominees, maybe not such a big deal. But not playing with the band? Plus he hasn’t tweeted in two days. It’s a bit unsettling. I hope we hear from him soon. Jesse is a wonderful guy, insanely talented, extremely chill, with a lovely soul. He’s a darling and I don’t want to think of seeing Maroon 5 again without him.
It’s good to enjoy a t.v. show.
It’s even better to have a friend who also watches, with whom you can gently skewer said show afterward.
**”H50 Bingo” = EW’s Five-0 Bingo
It’s the little things.
In general I tend to think Little Debbies are vile (no offense to my Little-Debbie-snarfing pals). However, they make two seasonal items to which I look forward every year. This is the first to show up. I’m too lazy to get up and check on their proper name. Shiny Happy Vaguely Pumpkin-Shaped and Sorta Creepy Patties or something.
The other item? It won’t show up until Christmastime.
All this is is merely a way of saying how thrilled I am about the season. September through December is my absolute favorite time of year, for reasons far too many to enumerate. Suffice it to say they are not all snack food related, despite what my outward appearance may attest.
You’re sitting in a darkened room with your laptop when you glance up and, for a brief, horrifying moment, your brain is unable to identify and process this:
Which, in the end, turns out to be your own face, illuminated by the glow from your laptop screen and reflected in the mirrored back of your mom’s miniature curio cabinet. DUH.
Father’s Day plans:
1. Mad dash out first thing in a.m. to find scones to put in Dad’s gift along with lime marmalade I special ordered.
(Gift also includes horehound candies and Achmed the Dead Terrorist refrigerator magnet – don’t judge me.)
2. Buzz hubby to San Luis to pick up the one-way rental car he’ll be driving home.
3. Stop at Apple Store to return ridiculously overpriced charger/car radio iPod broadcaster that doesn’t work for crap. Gladness that I am in California where stuff is actually open on Sundays.
4. Come home and sit on keister while Dad cooks magnificent feast: Tri-tip & pork loin on the barbie plus his famous homemade potato salad. Doesn’t seem fair but, hey, it’s not like he’d let me within twenty yards of the ‘que.
5. Eyeball tri-tip at the table and seriously reconsider this whole “not eating beef” thing. Allow for the possibility of weeping openly.
6. Spend a few more hours with, then bid fond farewell to hubby as he points his nose eastward. Boo.
7. Feel guilty that I didn’t do anything special for said hubby, even though he really doesn’t care.
8. End day as most here: watching tv with my mom and the kids. Silver lining found.