Check out this little tidbit I picked up from Eonline....
McDreamy, McSteamy and McVet all on the same show?!? I don't think my heart can take it. : )
Saturday, September 30, 2006
Thursday, September 28, 2006
Tell me...
Am I the only one who hit the pause button when Mark walked on the screen in that very poor excuse for a towel? Wow. Soooo happy to see him again. "Maybe fate will come down on the side of the dirty mistresses this time." Yea for dirty mistresses--in this particular case, at least. I like Mark, weird flat ears not withstanding--yes, I have inherited my family's ability to find one annoying or strange characteristic about a television personality and fixate on it enough to drive everyone crazy. Ask my dad about a certain newscaster who always puffed out his cheeks like a bullfrog before speaking. You didn't notice until he, my dad, pointed it out, and then that's all I could see. Have I mentioned that we're odd?
More later...
: )
More later...
: )
Thursday, September 21, 2006
Poor Tivo
Tonight's line up:
-Grey's Anatomy Special (probably just a clips show from last season, but I'm still not going to miss it!) Maybe they'll show the "you don't get to call me a whore" speech, which was just freaking awesome.
-The Office. Pam, Jim, *sigh* That kiss....Jim is so dreamy. : )
-My Name is Earl. Nothing beats Jason Lee in that mustache, but throw in karma on top of it, and I love it.
-CSI: Las Vegas. Sara and Grissom in a hotel room?!? Are they really going to go through with this? Am I squicked out or intrigued. I have to tune in to find out!
-Grey's Anatomy, the regular show. Seriously. Who can miss this? I was always a Mer/Der person until he and Meredith had sex in the last episode last season. I like Addison and she deserves better than this. Meredith should grab McVet and run, but I know she won't. *sigh* Wait, um, I meant, grab him and take him away with her, not just grab and run, like squeeze and leave. Hee. : ) There are so many double entendres right there and I really didn't even mean them!
So, yeah, I guess I'll be leaving the house again sometime next week after I've caught up on all of this! : ) So excited for new tv! And in the best birthday present ever (well, day before my birthday present), Battlestar Galactica returns with all new, presumably kickass episodes on October 6! I would say that Fridays are awesome again, but that's never NOT been true. So, they're just...awesome-er. Um, yeah.
-Grey's Anatomy Special (probably just a clips show from last season, but I'm still not going to miss it!) Maybe they'll show the "you don't get to call me a whore" speech, which was just freaking awesome.
-The Office. Pam, Jim, *sigh* That kiss....Jim is so dreamy. : )
-My Name is Earl. Nothing beats Jason Lee in that mustache, but throw in karma on top of it, and I love it.
-CSI: Las Vegas. Sara and Grissom in a hotel room?!? Are they really going to go through with this? Am I squicked out or intrigued. I have to tune in to find out!
-Grey's Anatomy, the regular show. Seriously. Who can miss this? I was always a Mer/Der person until he and Meredith had sex in the last episode last season. I like Addison and she deserves better than this. Meredith should grab McVet and run, but I know she won't. *sigh* Wait, um, I meant, grab him and take him away with her, not just grab and run, like squeeze and leave. Hee. : ) There are so many double entendres right there and I really didn't even mean them!
So, yeah, I guess I'll be leaving the house again sometime next week after I've caught up on all of this! : ) So excited for new tv! And in the best birthday present ever (well, day before my birthday present), Battlestar Galactica returns with all new, presumably kickass episodes on October 6! I would say that Fridays are awesome again, but that's never NOT been true. So, they're just...awesome-er. Um, yeah.
Monday, September 18, 2006
Dirty Minds
Forgot to mention, Greg had two doctors last weekend, both of which were very nice and did a good job. : )
But me being me, I couldn't help but notice that one was named Dr. Beaver and the other was Dr. Johnson. No lie. Do you think they ever get together for private consultations?
*snicker*
But me being me, I couldn't help but notice that one was named Dr. Beaver and the other was Dr. Johnson. No lie. Do you think they ever get together for private consultations?
*snicker*
Sunday, September 17, 2006
"At night, the sporks pick on me."--Taco Bell Sauce Packet
So, once again, I'm late with updating my blog. But this time, I promise, I have a good reason. If your husband losing a body part is a good reason. I think it is.
Last week at this time, I was in Baraboo, Wisconsin, waiting for my husband to be released from the hospital after his emergency appendectomy. But let me back up a bit.
Last Friday, Greg had decided to head up to Wisconsin with all his buddies for a fantasy football draft, and I was relishing the idea of weekend of watching chick-flicks and reading books! Jane Austen, you're on my list. In fact, you ARE my list. : )
But then on Saturday morning, Greg called from Wisconsin and said that he wasn't feeling well, so much so that he was contemplating going to the emergency room. I told him to go, immediately. Just by the fact that my doctor-resistant husband even mentioned going to the hospital voluntarily, I knew something was wrong.
I got a call a couple of hours later from my brother-in-law, who, thankfully, was at the same draft along with several other good friends who were key in convincing Greg to go to the hospital. Brian said, "Greg has to have his appendix out. He's going into surgery at 1:30."
My response? "You're sh*tting me." Not very polite, and not something I normally would have said to him, but surprise apparently knocked my filter loose. My mother-in-law just had her appendix removed last month in an emergency surgery. Something in the air?!?
So, I called around frantically and got our pet-sitter lined up to come over and let out the dogs and got my brother lined up to handle the potty breaks that the pet-sitter wouldn't be available for, packed up the car, got cash and gas and headed up three hours to the hospital in Baraboo, Wisconsin.
The surgery was already done before I got there, and he came through it fine, thankfully. His appendix had not perforated, so they were able to remove it laproscopically. I spent the night in the hospital on Saturday night, which was...interesting. The staff at the hospital was awesome. They rolled in a bed for me and everything. But after listening to the guy down the hall upchuck violently for about the fifth time, I had to get up and close the door. I told my husband, "I hate hospitals, they're full of sick people." Which, as you know, for me as a borderline germophobe is very difficult. : ) I took a very long, hot shower with lots of soap when I got home. If I could have rolled myself around in the anti-bacterial, handwash Purell stuff, I would have done that too!
Greg is doing fine now. His incisions are healing up and everything. I asked him, freak that I am, if he got to see his appendix, like in a jar or something, once they took it out. He said no. I told him that I would have told them that I wanted to see it afterward and could they please save it? I mean, seriously, how many times in your life do you get to see something as mysterious as one of your own internal organs? Not often, right? I wouldn't want to keep it or anything, but just to see it. His response? "You're weird." And I said, "Yeah, but I was born this way, you voluntarily married into the weirdness that is me. " : ) He didn't seem to find that too funny.
So he's at home this week recovering and is doing much better. Thanks to everyone for the well-wishes, sudoku puzzles, cards and phone calls. And a HUGE thank you to Brian, my brother-in-law, and our friend, Troy, for getting Greg to go to the hospital. Appendicitis--another instance in life where machismo can kill you, if you're not careful.
OTHER STUFF
-Book stuff is going on. Will let you know as soon as I have something to report! : )
-I'm looking into getting a costume for RT in the spring, and now is the time to do it as Target has some cute costumes for grown ups. I'm thinking either the Tavern Wench or the Saucy Tavern Wench. This one also makes me laugh. If I had lots of money, I would be this. Arwen was always my favorite character from LOTR. Of course, in the "be true to who you really are," there's always this option. "So she sleeps above the covers. Four feet above the covers. She barks, she drools, she claws--" "It's not the girl, Peter. It's the building." : )
Last week at this time, I was in Baraboo, Wisconsin, waiting for my husband to be released from the hospital after his emergency appendectomy. But let me back up a bit.
Last Friday, Greg had decided to head up to Wisconsin with all his buddies for a fantasy football draft, and I was relishing the idea of weekend of watching chick-flicks and reading books! Jane Austen, you're on my list. In fact, you ARE my list. : )
But then on Saturday morning, Greg called from Wisconsin and said that he wasn't feeling well, so much so that he was contemplating going to the emergency room. I told him to go, immediately. Just by the fact that my doctor-resistant husband even mentioned going to the hospital voluntarily, I knew something was wrong.
I got a call a couple of hours later from my brother-in-law, who, thankfully, was at the same draft along with several other good friends who were key in convincing Greg to go to the hospital. Brian said, "Greg has to have his appendix out. He's going into surgery at 1:30."
My response? "You're sh*tting me." Not very polite, and not something I normally would have said to him, but surprise apparently knocked my filter loose. My mother-in-law just had her appendix removed last month in an emergency surgery. Something in the air?!?
So, I called around frantically and got our pet-sitter lined up to come over and let out the dogs and got my brother lined up to handle the potty breaks that the pet-sitter wouldn't be available for, packed up the car, got cash and gas and headed up three hours to the hospital in Baraboo, Wisconsin.
The surgery was already done before I got there, and he came through it fine, thankfully. His appendix had not perforated, so they were able to remove it laproscopically. I spent the night in the hospital on Saturday night, which was...interesting. The staff at the hospital was awesome. They rolled in a bed for me and everything. But after listening to the guy down the hall upchuck violently for about the fifth time, I had to get up and close the door. I told my husband, "I hate hospitals, they're full of sick people." Which, as you know, for me as a borderline germophobe is very difficult. : ) I took a very long, hot shower with lots of soap when I got home. If I could have rolled myself around in the anti-bacterial, handwash Purell stuff, I would have done that too!
Greg is doing fine now. His incisions are healing up and everything. I asked him, freak that I am, if he got to see his appendix, like in a jar or something, once they took it out. He said no. I told him that I would have told them that I wanted to see it afterward and could they please save it? I mean, seriously, how many times in your life do you get to see something as mysterious as one of your own internal organs? Not often, right? I wouldn't want to keep it or anything, but just to see it. His response? "You're weird." And I said, "Yeah, but I was born this way, you voluntarily married into the weirdness that is me. " : ) He didn't seem to find that too funny.
So he's at home this week recovering and is doing much better. Thanks to everyone for the well-wishes, sudoku puzzles, cards and phone calls. And a HUGE thank you to Brian, my brother-in-law, and our friend, Troy, for getting Greg to go to the hospital. Appendicitis--another instance in life where machismo can kill you, if you're not careful.
OTHER STUFF
-Book stuff is going on. Will let you know as soon as I have something to report! : )
-I'm looking into getting a costume for RT in the spring, and now is the time to do it as Target has some cute costumes for grown ups. I'm thinking either the Tavern Wench or the Saucy Tavern Wench. This one also makes me laugh. If I had lots of money, I would be this. Arwen was always my favorite character from LOTR. Of course, in the "be true to who you really are," there's always this option. "So she sleeps above the covers. Four feet above the covers. She barks, she drools, she claws--" "It's not the girl, Peter. It's the building." : )
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
The latest and greatest...or something like that.
We were out of town this weekend for my cousin's wedding in Michigan--which was beautiful as it was held at an outdoor herb garden/farm--so I'm running a little behind this week. : )
NEVER GIVE A HYPOCHONDRIAC THE WORST CASE SCENARIO
So the side of my nose has had a little red spot on it for several years now. The first dermatologist, when I asked, told me it was the beginning of rosacea (spelling?) which is a condition that occurs in many fair-skinned people. It never got any worse, so I decided to ignore it as it could mostly be covered by make up. But then my regular doctor noticed it this year and was concerned, so she sent me to a different dermatologist who immediately recognized it as either cancerous or pre-cancerous. Fun, right?
So now I've got this special cream to apply to fix it. Only the side effects listed on the pharmacy insert promptly freaked me out. Especially because within fifteen minutes of reading them, I felt sure that I was experiencing every single one of them in this vague, undefined, "Am I nauseous? If I am, that means I'm experiencing one of these horrible side effects and oh, yeah, now I'm definitely feeling sick to my stomach" kind of way. "Hair loss? My ponytail does feel a little skinnier than normal. I don't know..."
FREE T-SHIRT
I've been going to the gym three or four times a week now for a few weeks. Hoping it makes a difference with what one writer in RWA calls "desk butt." : ) But with the three day weekend and being out of town, I fell off my regular schedule and did not feel like going in yesterday. But then when I got home from work yesterday, feeling very unmotivated to change my clothes and drag myself into the gym, I found we had a voicemail from the gym telling me that I'd earned a free t-shirt with all my earlier dedication.
We used to say in college that people will do just about anything for a free t-shirt. Credit card companies would come to campus and offer free t-shirts for those who signed up.
And you know what, it works. It got me to leave my house yesterday to work out because I wanted to get my free t-shirt. : )
PANIC BUTTON
We were waiting in the Chinese restaurant for our take out order to be ready, and as some of you already know, I'm a born fidgeter. I can't sit still. So, I was fiddling with my husband's keys, and I noticed that the little red button on the back of the key fob is actually labled "Panic." For whatever reason, it made me imagine pushing the button whenever I panicked about anything in life. Worried about your the low balance in your checking account--just press the "Panic" button! A little freaked out about getting everything done at work--that's what the "Panic" button is for. I haven't quite figured out yet what happens in either of those situations when you press the "panic" button, but I feel it should involve a small mysterious man in a dark suit appearing suddenly. : )
NEVER GIVE A HYPOCHONDRIAC THE WORST CASE SCENARIO
So the side of my nose has had a little red spot on it for several years now. The first dermatologist, when I asked, told me it was the beginning of rosacea (spelling?) which is a condition that occurs in many fair-skinned people. It never got any worse, so I decided to ignore it as it could mostly be covered by make up. But then my regular doctor noticed it this year and was concerned, so she sent me to a different dermatologist who immediately recognized it as either cancerous or pre-cancerous. Fun, right?
So now I've got this special cream to apply to fix it. Only the side effects listed on the pharmacy insert promptly freaked me out. Especially because within fifteen minutes of reading them, I felt sure that I was experiencing every single one of them in this vague, undefined, "Am I nauseous? If I am, that means I'm experiencing one of these horrible side effects and oh, yeah, now I'm definitely feeling sick to my stomach" kind of way. "Hair loss? My ponytail does feel a little skinnier than normal. I don't know..."
FREE T-SHIRT
I've been going to the gym three or four times a week now for a few weeks. Hoping it makes a difference with what one writer in RWA calls "desk butt." : ) But with the three day weekend and being out of town, I fell off my regular schedule and did not feel like going in yesterday. But then when I got home from work yesterday, feeling very unmotivated to change my clothes and drag myself into the gym, I found we had a voicemail from the gym telling me that I'd earned a free t-shirt with all my earlier dedication.
We used to say in college that people will do just about anything for a free t-shirt. Credit card companies would come to campus and offer free t-shirts for those who signed up.
And you know what, it works. It got me to leave my house yesterday to work out because I wanted to get my free t-shirt. : )
PANIC BUTTON
We were waiting in the Chinese restaurant for our take out order to be ready, and as some of you already know, I'm a born fidgeter. I can't sit still. So, I was fiddling with my husband's keys, and I noticed that the little red button on the back of the key fob is actually labled "Panic." For whatever reason, it made me imagine pushing the button whenever I panicked about anything in life. Worried about your the low balance in your checking account--just press the "Panic" button! A little freaked out about getting everything done at work--that's what the "Panic" button is for. I haven't quite figured out yet what happens in either of those situations when you press the "panic" button, but I feel it should involve a small mysterious man in a dark suit appearing suddenly. : )
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