Well since I already admitted to watching Beverly Hills 90210 on Saturday morning, I’d say it’s a safe bet that our weekend didn’t really involve anything that would qualify as exciting.

Basically it was a whole lot of nothing. But I’m not complaining because other than having nothing to write about, non-eventful weekends aren’t a bad thing.

I know y’all will be relieved to know that P was able to save his cellular phone. It’s not quite the phone it used to be, but it’s functional and that’s all that matters. I find it fascinating that his phone was fully submerged in a bucket of water and survived, while I once had a phone that was ruined because I let Caroline teethe on it when she was a baby. Maybe it was the mixture of drool and Gerber teething biscuits that did it in.

It also warmed my heart to know there are many fellow 90210 fans out there. I feel an extra bond knowing we all share a love of a show with some of the best acting and writing in the history of television. I mean when Brenda found out about Dylan and Kelly, I felt her pain even as I sat and ate Double Chocolate Milanos in my dorm room.

And when Donna and David finally got married? I wept real tears. Even though I was twenty-six years old and should have known better.

Speaking of bad T.V., I have another confession to make. But before I do, let me just say that I blame the writers for being on strike. Actually that’s not true, I don’t blame the writers. I blame the hotshots who won’t give in to their demands. GIVE THEM WHAT THEY WANT. WE NEED TELEVISION. I NEED TO KNOW WHAT IS GOING ON AT DUNDER-MIFFLIN. HOW IS THE BEET FARM? HOW IS MOSE?

I’m sorry, it’s just that I’m desperate. How desperate you may ask? (and even if you don’t care, I’m about to tell you)

Desperate enough that I found myself watching the U.S. MEN’S Figure Skating Championships last night.

(Hangs head in shame and humiliation)

I wasn’t going to watch. I vowed the first time I flipped by it on the T.V. that I wouldn’t watch. Then I made a crucial error. I stopped on NBC while I folded some laundry and it sucked me into the vortex that is male figure skating.

Actually, Bob Costas sucked me in. He was discussing the huge rivalry between boy skater #1 and boy skater #2. Apparently there is a lot of trash talking that goes on and from that moment on all I could do was continue folding Caroline’s shirts while pondering what figure skating trash talk sounds like between two men.

“Dude, my mama does a better triple toe loop than you.”

“Nice sequined rose on your costume. Did you get it from your sister?”

And that’s about all I could imagine. Really I imagined more but I’ll spare you the details. Maybe I’m just holding on to some lingering issues with the male figure skating “sport” because we tried to get P on the circuit for years and he never made it.

Oh I kid. P only tried to get on the male figure skating circuit for one year and then gave it up for his love of hunting and watching Ultimate Fighting.

Anyway, the competition last night was very intense. It seems that boy skater #2 beat boy skater #1 last year to become the new champion. There was much on the line according to Bob Costas and y’all know he is never one to overdramatize anything.

It came down to the final skate. Boy #2 was in the lead and it was time for Boy #1. He was amazing and he even did the quadruple whatever, which he’d never done in competition. I was on the edge of the couch and even stopped folding shirts for a half-millisecond.

Then, it was time for the judges to release their scores. THEY ENDED UP WITH THE EXACT SAME SCORE DOWN TO A TENTH OF A POINT. However, boy #2 won because he had a higher score in the free skate competition and I guess that’s written in some rule book somewhere.

The tying scores were UNPRECEDENTED. Scott Hamilton and Bob Costas were in shock and awe and made pointless analogies about the odds of this happening. According to them, people will be talking about this FOR YEARS.

Who are these people? I don’t believe I know them.

You know who I know? Michael Scott, Jim, Pam, Dwight Schrute. Please WRITERS and EXECUTIVES, let’s all make nice and get some better T.V. going and SOON.

Between 90210 and men’s ice skating, I’ve forgotten what well-written drama looks like.

Well, except for the ongoing all new episodes of Friday Night Lights. But that’s a whole other subject.

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Several of y'all have emailed to ask what I thought about last night's episode of The Bachelor. I wasn't going to talk about it because my feelings for The Bachelor are similar to how you feel when you keep telling your friends you're going to break up with a loser boyfriend but instead keep going back to him.

Not that I'd know anything about that.

I've just heard that some girls in their late teens are guilty of that kind of behavior.

So here's the real question.

Has The Bachelor ever really been a great show?

No. No it hasn't. But it sucks me in every season with scenes from the upcoming season of girls falling down stairs, being driven off in ambulances, catfights, and the voice of Host Chris Harrison saying "This season is the most dramatic season yet".

And because I'm a trusting fool, I can't turn away.

Darn you Chris Harrison. Darn you and your empty promises.

It's the same reason I watched ER for the first 34 years it was on. The NBC promo would come on and let me know that "this week's episode will have everyone in America talking" and I'd fall for it hook, line, and sinker. I mean I couldn't stand the thought of being the loneliest person in America while everyone around me bonded over Dr. Romano being crushed by a helicopter.

Anyway, The Bachelor let me down once again last night. It was ABC editing at its finest, leading us all to believe that we were about to see a real love story play out on national television.

LIARS.

HUGE LIARS.

I had high hopes for Brad Womack. I thought he was different. He seemed a little less polished than previous bachelors and I found it endearing that every line he spoke sounded as if he were reading cue cards. But, as the ending became obvious, I realized we were seeing the reason why a good-looking, 35 year old Texas boy is still single.

I believe he has some commitment issues.

And that last scene of him sitting on that random platform with a single tear streaming down his face as he held that engagement ring? I think it was a bad call by ABC.

The last scene should have been Jenni and DeAnna sitting together eating out of a huge tub of Ben & Jerry's talking about how they can do so much better. Now THAT would be some good T.V.

However, all this said, I'll still be tuning in to After The Rose later tonight.

I realize I have a sickness.

About a week ago, Gulley informed me she had purchased the new special issue of TV Guide featuring the scoop on all the new fall shows. Her exact words the next day were “I was up until midnight trying to power through the fall schedule”.

And I laughed.

But that was before she loaned me her copy of TV Guide and I, too, had to power through it.

This happens every fall. After the long television drought of summer, the promise of a brighter tomorrow in the form of quality viewing finally arrives. It’s such a hopeful time filled with much promise and anticipation.

Of course, for every “Friday Night Lights” there is a “Vanished”.

What’s “Vanished”?

That’s exactly my point.

So, after spending way too much time perusing the T.V. guide, while perhaps even using a highlighter, I believe I have come up with the shows I will watch or, at the very least, give a whirl.

Monday night is always a banner night. 4 words.

“Dancing with the Stars”. This year, they are using the term “star” loosely.

Although there will never be another Emmitt, this season features Wayne Newton, Marie Osmond and Jane Seymour. We’re bound to either see some good dancing or watch someone break a hip on national television. I am fired up.

Yes, I realize it came on yesterday, but I haven’t watched it yet. It’s waiting for me on the DVR because I’ve only had time to watch…

“The Bachelor”.

My enjoyment of “The Bachelor” has increased 100 fold since I’ve come to the realization that none of these couples will ever last. I just sit back and watch the drama unfold. Watching “The Bachelor” is the equivalent of eating 100 Kit Kats at one sitting, you know it’s too much, but it’s so good you can’t help yourself.

This season’s bachelor is from Austin, Texas. He owns a bar called The Chuggin’ Monkey. It’s obviously upscale.

And classy.

On Monday night, one woman even showed off her webbed toes in an effort to make a good first impression.

Webbed toes.

That’s all I’m going to say about that.

Well, except for this. Ladies, if any of y’all are single, do NOT show off your webbed toes on a first date. Webbed toes should be saved for at least the 11th date.

Or perhaps even marriage.

Tuesday nights have nothing to offer in my opinion. Which is a relief. It will give me time to read a book or something.

Although, let’s be honest, I’ll probably need this time to catch up on all the hour long dramas I am attempting to fit into my viewing schedule.

Wednesday nights present a huge dilemma for me. There are way too many shows I’d like to check out, but alas, I can only record two things on my DVR at one time. And that’s only if P isn’t home.

Because if he’s home, there is no way he’s going to sit around and not watch T.V. so that I can record “America’s Next Top Model”, “Private Practice”, and “Bionic Woman”, otherwise known as the Estrogen Fest.

Not to mention, he may want to record something like “Babe Winkelman’s Guide to the Outdoors”.

I wish I were kidding.

So, if I had to pick (It’s like Sophie’s Choice, how do I make this decision? Here have an arm. No, have a leg.) I’ll choose “Private Practice”. And truth be told, I can catch up with all the future top models on some kind of VH-1 marathon at some point.

Here’s a little secret. I don’t believe any of them have really gone on to be America’s Next Top Model, although one of them married the guy who played Peter Brady.

Not exactly a threat to Gisele Bundchen’s career.

I will be sad to let go of “Bionic Woman” because I have a glimmer of hope that it could fill the void in my heart that’s been there since “Alias” went off the air. No one will ever rock some hot pink hair like Sydney Bristow, but I feel like television is ready for another female that can kick some boo-tay.

This brings us to Thursday night.

Oh, Thursday nights. You have always been my night of must-see T.V. and you don’t disappoint. Once again, the DVR will be going at full steam. I’ll record “Ugly Betty” and “Grey’s Anatomy” to watch at a later time, while P and I will watch “My Name is Earl” and “The Office”.

Best of all, the first four episodes of “The Office” will each be an hour long.

God is good, my friends.

Last, but certainly not least, is “Friday Night Lights”. I think my love, bordering on obsession, for “Friday Night Lights” has been well-documented at this point. If I had to pick only one show to watch (and I think this post proves how hard that would be) I would choose “Friday Night Lights”.

Seriously.

Like I tell P every week, it’s the best show on television.

And that’s saying something because you have to work hard to be better than a cheesy reality show starring a bar owner who will date girls named Sheena and McCarten. ($50.00 says they made those names up to be memorable, which is a far better strategy than demonstrating your ability to be a human pretzel while on national television)

So, tell me I’m not the only one who seriously thought about charting out the fall T.V. schedule. What shows do y’all have to watch? Any new shows you’ll be giving a try?

And if you don’t watch T.V. and only read books, what’s that like?

I used to read, but then I had a child and now I have the attention span of a gnat, but not as many brain cells.

T.V. is my friend.

Summer television makes me sad. Back before I had a child I didn’t really notice how bad summer T.V. can be. I mean, who cares about T.V.? Let’s go to the movies, or out to dinner, or whatever. Oh, but now I find myself flipping through the channels hoping that Lifetime will air some quality, quality movie about a woman who was taken advantage of, but fought her way back to the top, and got custody of her children, and became CEO of some corporation while fighting breast cancer.

And the odds of that movie being on Lifetime are actually pretty good.

Other than that, I watch Top Chef because y’all know what a sophisticate I am when it comes to my palate. I’m waiting for the episode where they see who can make the best meal using Long John Silver’s fish and chips with malt vinegar sauce as the base ingredient. Now that would be a meal I could get behind.

So, last night, I was going through my 452 channels looking for something to watch, when what did I spy? A gift sent straight from heaven.

Miss Texas USA.

When I was little, I adored watching all the pageants. I remember sitting in front of the T.V. with a pad of paper so that I could keep track of everyone’s scores and make notes about various performances which, looking back, was maybe a little more intense than a 3rd grader needs to be. In my mind, I truly believed that boys grew up to be President of the United States and girls grew up to be Miss America. It was the pinnacle role of womanhood.

Obviously, I grew up in a household with strong, feminist sensibilities.

And really, other than the fact that my mama kept my hair rolled in pink, foam rollers and attempted to teach me how to twirl the baton, there wasn’t a whole lot of pageant-y activity going on at my house during my childhood. But once a year I would sit in front of the T.V. and dream about being crowned Miss America.

It’s not that I dreamed of dressing up like a giant oil well and coming out on stage and yelling, “HOWDY Y’ALL! I’M BIG MAMA AND I’M MISS JEFFERSON COUNTY!” because let’s be honest, is that anyone’s dream? It’s just that the whole pageant thing seemed so glamorous with all the evening gowns and swimsuits worn with high heels. And the hair. Oh, I coveted the hair.

In fact, I remember being about 8 or 9 years old and pointing out a picture of Loni Anderson on the cover of Redbook Magazine to my mama and telling her I wished my hair looked like that. And really, what 8 year old wouldn’t look just PRECIOUS with some peroxide and Aqua Net creating a flaxen helmet on her head?

Watching Miss Texas USA last night, I realized I would have been all wrong for the role. For one thing, I would have collapsed into paroxysms of laughter that would have caused my double-sided tape to come loose, if I ever found myself being serenaded by a choir boy dressed up like a sailor as he looked into my eyes and sang “I need you beside me, to hold me, to scold me ‘cuz when I’m bad, I’m so, so bad”. I feel certain that Donna Summer never intended for her disco anthem, “Last Dance”, to be sung by faux sailors. It’s just wrong.

And the fake press conferences where they make contestants field all the questions? So painful.

I actually had to hide my head under a pillow while willing the contestants to please stop talking while they were ahead. Please don’t say “world peace” is the reason you’d make a great Miss Texas USA.

Then, at the end as the judges tallied their final results, they brought out all the girls that didn’t make the top 5 to do a little song and dance routine for the crowd. Find pillow. Hide head.

I don’t have a problem with pageants. I know they provide scholarships, and new Ford Mustang convertibles, and diamond tiaras, and those are all good things. Very good things. I’m just saying that I haven’t seen choreography that bad since Mr. LaForge made us do arm movements to “Human Nature” by Michael Jackson in 7th grade choir at Marshall Middle School.

The pageant ended as they all do. The reigning Miss Texas USA took her farewell promenade as her pre-taped voiceover thanked everyone from her parents, to God, to her hairdresser, to her double-sided tape for their vital support in her life. They shuffled her off the stage and got down to the real drama.

The runner-ups. I don’t know if y’all have ever heard this, but the runner-ups are vital because if for any reason the new Miss Texas USA is unable to fulfill her duties, then all power is transferred to the 1st runner-up. Who knew?

The last two girls stood facing each other, clutching hands, vowing that the other one deserved to win, and that they would always be BFF no matter what. The witty emcee did a priceless stalling technique to add to the mounting tension. Then, the first runner-up was declared, leaving the new Miss Texas USA crying and speechless as they speared her crown to her head.

I yelled in the kitchen to P that this was just bad, bad television and questioned why I would even watch something this hokey and contrived. But then, they asked the new Miss Texas USA how she felt and she said she was so excited about the new car because she was currently driving a 1995 Ford Escort. With that admission, I decided I liked her. Anyone who will own up to driving a 12 year old Ford Escort on national, or at least statewide, T.V. is my kind of girl, even if she does put tape on her bottom to minimize the appearance of cellulite.

It’s just proof that America is still the land of opportunity. One day you’re driving an old Ford, the next day you’re driving a new Ford.

And wearing a tiara.

We’ve all had people in our lives who have hurt us, betrayed us, broken our hearts. Oh, they promise they won’t do it again and then they do, which just makes us feel all the more foolish for trusting them in the first place.

So, you can completely understand why I will never trust my DVR again.

I half watched/half fast forwarded through 2 excruciating hours of filler material on American Idol tonight, only to get down to the scene of Jordin and Blake awaiting the final results and discover my DVR has cut me off. Dirty, stinking tramp of a DVR. We are so over.

And yes, I went to Fox News to find out that Jordin won, but you and I both know it’s just not the same. I was deprived of the dramatic finish that I feel sure would have brought me to tears. And I know I can watch it on YouTube or whatever, but it’s NOT THE SAME.

Oh DVR, who wooed me and promised to be so much better than my old VCR, you are a filthy, filthy liar. From now on, you occupy the same place of distrust and unreliability as my nemesis, the crispy beef taco.

I’m going to be totally honest with y’all. This is one of those posts that I debate whether I should post at all. Not because of any controversial content, but because of the lack of really any content at all. However, due to my OCD, I start to go into withdrawals if I don’t post something. I apologize.

1. One of the highlights of my week this week was when I saw NBC’s fall schedule and realized my prayers have been answered. Friday Night Lights is on the fall schedule for, appropriately, Friday nights at 9:00 central standard time. If I have said it once, I have said it an obsessive amount of times, but it is THE BEST show on television. If y’all haven’t watched it, then I can safely tell you that your enjoyment of life is not all it could be.

But, GOOD NEWS! NBC will start reruns of Season 1 on Sunday, May 27th. Set the DVR and get caught up. It will be like an early Christmas present with a stocking full of chocolate and money.

2. I should be embarrassed to admit this, but I cried like a baby when I watched the series finale of Gilmore Girls. It hasn’t even been very good this year, but it was like saying goodbye to an old friend.

And when I say I cried, I mean I cried like I was afraid my eyes might be puffy the next day. Something tells me that as much as I loved Lorelai and Rory, some PMS might have been partially responsible for the excessive tears. At least I hope so…otherwise, I need to get a life that doesn’t involve being overly attached to fictional characters. There’s a term for people like that, and that term is CRAZY.

3. Grey’s Anatomy…I just don’t know what to say. While last year it was my television BFF, this year it has not been able to compete with Friday Night Lights ( I realize I am obsessed). I thought the season finale was good, but honestly, all the drama is making me a little tired.

I am over Mer and Der. Let’s just move on.

4. This has nothing to do with what has become a T.V. themed post, but last night, P got out of the shower and he called for me to come in the bathroom. I walked in and this is the question that came out of his mouth.

“Did you know there was poop on the bathroom floor?”

Oh, yes. Sure I did. I just figured I’d let it sit there and it would find its way to the toilet eventually. I hated to waste a Viva paper towel picking it up.

And this is why, in real life, Mer and Der would never make it. Because at some point in every mature relationship that leads to marriage and child raising, a time will come when the love of your life asks if you knew there was poop on the bathroom floor.

It just doesn’t make for good T.V.

Let’s be honest, it barely makes for a good blog post.

Y’all have a lovely Friday!

Well, I’m sure it won’t surprise most of y’all in the least to know that I had a big, exclusive Oscar viewing party at the house last night. In fact, it was so exclusive that the only person in attendance was me. I was seriously living by the philosophy that I am my own best friend.

Such a fancy party obviously requires fancy food and clothes. I put on my best Gap flannel pajama pants and went vintage with a sweatshirt from a college Christmas formal.

My sophomore year in college.

A 1992 college formal.

Add a headband and a clippy to keep my hair out of my face and the word you’re looking for is FABULOUS. Beyonce had nothing on me.

Obviously, food is the cornerstone of any big party, but it’s hard to decide what fits such an important viewing occasion. In the end, I went with a combination of Sour Patch Kids and chocolate chip cookies. Variety really is the spice of life.

I was hoping that there would be a lot of good material, but really other than Ellen DeGeneres’ doing a really good job of hosting, there just isn’t much to report. Of course, some of that could be due to the fact that of all the movies nominated, I have seen two. Little Miss Sunshine and Dreamgirls. I’d like to lie and say the reason I’ve only seen those two is due to time constraints, but the truth is, all of the others don’t look good to me.

Well, except maybe The Queen. I mean really, who can’t get enough of the royal family? It’s not like they’re featured every week in People Magazine or anything.

Call me unsophisticated, but I just don’t care about seeing movies that involve war torn countries or vast governmental conspiracies or British butlers and maids (unless maybe they’re singing and dancing). I go to the movies to be entertained. If I want to be bored or depressed I can turn on CNN for free.

I guess this explains why the three best things about last night’s Oscars for me were Ellen getting Steven Spielberg to take her picture with Clint Eastwood, Will Ferrell and Jack Black singing about going home with Helen Mirren and fighting Mark Wahlberg, and Beyonce and Jennifer Hudson just flat singing.

I’ve never claimed to be a complicated person. It’s all about the simple moments for me. And since I was watching all by myself, I didn’t have to pretend to be any different or share my chocolate chip cookies.

I’m not a huge fan of award shows. It seems like every year there are more and more award shows and honestly, it’s hard for me to keep up with all of them. The best part of any of these shows is usually the red carpet, because I like to mock and/or admire the various wardrobe selections. But other than the fashion, the shows usually just serve as a sad reminder that I have no idea who Gnarls Barkley is and apparently, I should.

Last night, however, I excitedly turned on the Grammys because I was dying to see the big Police reunion. Ever since hearing Scrantonicity sing “Roxanne” on The Office this past week, I have missed the Police more than I already did.

If I had a soundtrack to my junior high years, a good portion would contain songs like Every Breath You Take, Don’t Stand So Close To Me, and Every Little Thing She Does is Magic. I loved the Police and later, loved Sting.

I wore out my cassette of Dream of the Blue Turtles listening to Fortress Around Your Heart. It was the perfect anthem for my 8th grade angst as I dreamed about the sophomore boy that I so desperately wanted to call and ask me to meet him at the mall. I would pop that cassette into my York stereo, fast forward to that song and lie on my bed as I cried while singing “and if I built this fortress around your heart, encircled you with trenches and barbed wire…”. I fancied myself quite the intellectual for crying to Sting instead of say, El Debarge.

I may have been a little dramatic.

I have to say that I was slightly disturbed to see Sting wearing a vest with no shirt under it because in college I had a professor that taught Intercultural Communications that often sported that same look, but with less physique and much, much more chest hair. It brought back some bad memories. Nevertheless, I loved seeing the Police back together again, shirt or no shirt.

P and I ended up watching the entire show together, which is some kind of marital record for us, because P, as a general rule, doesn’t watch shows that don’t involve some type of weaponry. And since we were watching together, he got to hear all the scoop about Cameron and Justin breaking up and how Justin is now supposedly dating Jessica Biel. He remarked that Justin could probably get any girl he wanted and I said “Not me, I’d never leave you for Justin. I might leave you for Emmitt Smith, but not Justin”. Don’t judge me, y’all know Emmitt can dance.

We also agreed that since the Dixie Chicks won so many awards, that our good friends Charlie and Emily may go ahead and join the Country Club this summer, so we might not be seeing them at the pool, which is really a shame because I’d love to sit down and chat if for no other reason than to find out who colored Natalie’s hair because it looked fabulous.

The best line of the night goes to P, who asked me if Carrie Underwood was a Christian since she sings that song Jesus, Take the Wheel. I told him I had read an interview with her where she dodged the question and he said “Well, then why would she sing that song?” and I said, “I guess she just liked it”. He replied, “Maybe when she first saw it she thought it was about a Hispanic chaffeur named Jesus”.

And that’s why I’d really never leave him for Emmitt.

I have been a fan of Gilmore Girls since the beginning. I have loved Rory and Lorelai from day one and I am a faithful watcher. P says that the whole show makes him crazy and just hearing it on the T.V. makes his ears bleed.

But here’s the thing, for me the witty, fast paced dialogue is what makes the show great.

So here’s my question to any of y’all that care…don’t you think the dialogue has gone downhill? Last night, Lorelai and Rory went on for twenty minutes about post- Christmas tree sales and all I could think was when did this show take a bad turn. What happened to all the cool literary references and obscure pop culture mentions?

I’d love some thoughts from fellow viewers. Discuss amongst yourselves.

We are in Day 4 under siege and finally, the ice has actually made an appearance. If it weren’t freezing cold and sleeting, I’d take a few pictures of the yard, but to do that would require being cold and walking more than five feet away from the plate of cookies. Not going to happen.

So since real life has come to a screeching halt, here are a few thoughts I’ve had on the entertainment front:

I didn’t watch the Golden Globes last night because let’s be honest, the best part is seeing what everyone has on and I knew I could see that online this morning. I did see that Jennifer Hudson won Best Supporting Actress for Dreamgirls and that Dreamgirls won Best Movie. Even though this is the only movie I’ve seen from the list of nominees (P and I were going to see The Queen, but saw Talladega Nights instead), I have to say it was a well deserved win.

Gulley and I braved the cold rain and ventured out into Arctic Blast ‘07 on Sunday night to go see Dreamgirls. I haven’t seen a musical in years, but let me say that I loved this movie. If I could come back in another life as someone else, I would choose Beyonce. She is gorgeous, talented, and came up with the term “Bootylicious”. How much more fabulous can one person be?

Jennifer Hudson brought the house down with her performance. I have never been in a theater where people applaud and cheer after a performance, but it happened several times during this movie. Girlfriend can sing. She is the next Aretha and I don’t take Aretha lightly. Do yourself a favor and go see this movie, but leave your husband at home unless he likes musicals and multiple costume changes.

The other reason I didn’t watch the Golden Globes (other than not caring about anything other than the clothes) is they were on the same time as 24. When Jack Bauer is busy saving the world, it is must see T.V.

Here’s my thought on 24, when will the powers that be realize that Jack Bauer is never wrong? How many seasons do we have to listen to Jack say, “Bill, you’ve got to trust me on this”? Jack knows everything, don’t question when he has a hunch. Although thanks to Gulley, I have spent the last two nights watching and wondering if Kiefer Sutherland really is so small that his jeans wouldn’t fit a twelve year old girl.

Moving on from 24, while watching last Thursday’s Grey’s Anatomy, I had a thought. It’s all fine and good that Meredith Grey has abandonment issues but personally, if she were dating my neurosurgeon, I would prefer that he get a good night sleep so that he can focus while operating on my BRAIN, than make her feel better by sleeping in the same room with her although she snores. I’m just saying that my brain might be more important than her host of issues.

And lastly, my new favorite show on T.V. is Friday Night Lights. I was slow to start watching it because it came on Tuesday nights at the same time as Gilmore Girls and Dancing with the Stars and frankly, my DVR didn’t have the room. However, I recorded the Bravo marathon airing of Friday Night Lights over Christmas and got all caught up. Maybe it’s because I’m a Texas girl and I’ve spent many a Friday night at high school football games, but I love this show. Texas Monthly wrote this editorial on it talking about how they didn’t like it because it perpetuates Texas stereotypes. My thought was “Well, of course. That’s what makes it so good. I know these people.” Kyle Chandler as Coach Taylor has officially replaced Dr. McDreamy as my favorite character on T.V. If y’all aren’t watching, you’re missing out.

And so there, now y’all know the thoughts that have been keeping me up at night that I feel compelled to share. Hopefully this ice storm will end soon and I’ll actually be able to talk about something that isn’t happening on T.V. like you know…real life.