What are Your Primetime Guilty Pleasures?

I love TV. There is no way around it. I love to relax in front of the TV. I wish I didn't. I wish that I was more energetic, but after working all day, getting dinner on the table for my family, reading scriptures and (hopefully) playing a quick board game with the kids, I'm wiped out. As a matter of fact, the last couple of nights the table may or may not have been cleared. I'm just saying. My love for TV is long lasting, I still look fondly of the days of the Muppet Show, Webster, Silver Spoons, Facts of Life, Gimme a Break and Mork & Mindy. So many more, Family Ties, the list is endless. But let's face it. So much out there is just crap. There are some really stupid things that people poor money into; some wretched show, then lo and behold, an audience appears in living rooms all over the country, encouraging the wretchedness to continue and flourish. Like the Dancing Celebrity show and the Ice Skating Celebrity show. Please! Oh, the hypocrite that I am now that American Idol's season has begun. I'm certain that I haven't missed one glass breaking, should-be embarrassing moment of the latest wannabes. It is an hour (or two on Tuesdays) of great big belly laughs. I've watched all of the American Idol seasons except for the first. I've been there through Ruben and Clay, Fantasia and Carrie. Am I that fanatical, or am I just plain lazy? I'm not even that 'in' to Simon, Paula and Randy (but no matter how much fun you poke at her, Paula is beautiful). My latest and guiltiest primetime 'pleasure' comes as a surprise to even me. Normally I would turn my nose up at such trash and immaturity and smut. Not so. Why am I so hooked on Beauty and the Geek? Is it the innocence of the Geeks? Is it the stupidity of the Beauties (which isn't so bad compared to last season, now we have some college students)? My wish is that these producers (in this case Ashton Kutcher) would let me decide who get eliminated. The good ones have been let go way too early. Chris would be the first one you might want to dump, but let's face it, his arrogance makes for good TV. We need to dump the blond with the bags under her eyes, the brunette with the high, squeaky voice, but let's hold on to all those sweet boys. They are bursting with potential to be not just social, but even cute. There will be no OC or One Tree Puke on my TV, but wannabe singers and don'twannabe geeks are welcome at our house.

No New Year's Resolutions

The new year has just begun and I'm already full of regret. We packed in just as much as we possibly could during my time at home last month, even with the torrential rain and with Aunt Sandy coming to town. Unfortunately there were some things we just didn't get to do. 1.) Watch Concert for George (Harrison) at mom and dad's house. 2.) Go to Marge's. I love being at Marge's house. 3.) Late night WalMart trip with mom and sisters. Though Jaye and I did have a pretty lengthy day trip on Christmas Eve Eve. 4.) Old Navy. But I did score on some good sales here last Saturday. 5.) Bowling with Jordan. 6.) More driving lessons with Jamesson. And I'm still alive for it. 7.) Drive around Sacramento. With so much rain any traveling was reduced to what was absolutely necessary and not much else. 8.) Galleria Mall. I did make it to Arden, but I should have had more mall time since the one in my town is a cave. 9.) Color my hair. Really should have worked that in, especially since this weekend I'll be covering the highlights that I put in last weekend. 10.) See more people. I didn't see Patty S. or Elena M. or Michelle H. or LaRue C. (just to name a few). 11.) Visit the VanW. family. Sorry, Maddie. Next time. 12.) Visit the ocean. Too much rain. But hello, there's no ocean in Montana.

Caught in the Cross Fire

My brother has a girlfriend we’ll call Judy. Judy is young, cute and thin. Some of us mature girls know that young and cute last about as long as the latest boy band-trend. And forget about thin! My brother is pretty fond of Judy and (I think) would love for Judy to be his wife someday. So while we were traveling together in the car together a couple of weeks ago with sister, Jaye, said sister must have been seeking some kind of reaction out of our younger brother. Jaye: “So, Judy’s sister has put on some weight now that she’s had kids. Aren’t you worried that that will happen to Judy?” Brother: “Don’t you think that your husband looked at Jess and said ‘Oh, crap’ after she had kids?” Thanks, brother.

No Offense to My Skinny Blond Friends

I already mentioned this to JP and Sarah but… Today I heard something on the radio that went something like this… “I don’t care how good she looks, somewhere some guy is sick of her”. While I am somewhat offended by this (and maybe should be even more offended), strangely enough I kinda liked it. Because no matter how skinny she is, how big her boobs are, how blond her hair is, no matter how hot she is, she’s on someone’s nerves.

This gives hope to a frumpy brunette like me. Move over you Pamela Anderpukes out there. And of course it works both ways. No matter how good HE looks…