Recovery Day 11

No, this isn't a twelve step blog. (slurps wine)....

The title is just my way of acknowledging that I haven't been here in 8 days. Yes, I'm slacking...no, wait - bloglacking. Yup. Not been here.

Ok - so let me catch you up. Recovered from Oktoberfest. Had 15-yr-old daughter of friends as houseguest over the weekend. Marveled at her texting speed. Went back to twitter. Still don't get it. Sold some stuff, bought some stuff. Traveled. Corporated. Sewed some stuff. Packed, flew, worked, unpacked.

Watched (in no particular order) Top Chef, Biggest Loser, DWTS, college football, Amazing Race, Project Runway, Castle, the news, the Today show, Say Yes to the Dress.

Read some books and did some puzzles to get sluggish brain moving again.

Yup. That's about it. Did I mention the slacking?

I'm off to catch up on all y'all -

Don't MAKE me call your mom!!!

This is the phrase that myfriendTeri and I use when we haven't spoken in a week or so. As in..."I haven't heard from you and I don't know where you are in the world right now - don't make me call your mom to find out because then she'll worry and then I'll worry and it will all go really really bad."

So please don't call my mom because you haven't heard from me - although she would love to hear from my fives and tens! - because then I'll be in trouble. Prolly get grounded, and I have a baseball game and Kenny Chesney to see this weekend!

Apologies to my regulars for not posting and for not getting caught up on all y'all - it's been a lackadaisical week for me....last weekend we visited the cutest grandchild ever, and then this week I've come home from work every day, I've sunk into the couch and just....clicked through the channels. Over and over. Deep in thought..........

ok, deep into reality shows really.

Which requires no thought, except to gasp, "WHO is VOTING for gawd's sake??!!" when Ishaara got voted off AGT and "Ish!" when one of the new male chefs on Top Chef makes a sexist comment, and "What is THAT??!!" for the halter diaper on Project Runway.

No cooking, no cleaning, no laundry, no blogging, no crafting.....just vegetating and mourning the end of summer.

So I'm back, and I'll try to check in all week. I promise. As long as you don't tell my mom that the dust in the house is two inches deep....

(BTW - I tried to find a cute clipart jpg of a mom shaking her finger? The number of perv sites that come up around the word 'mom' is mind-numbing.....)

My Reality Shows are dueling tonight

The leftover hour from 'Biggest Loser' is on tonight, as is the 'Top Chef' finale.  Hmmmm.....weight loss vs gourmet food.  Fat-free vs Butter.  Low-cal vs Bacon.  Steamed vs Fried.

I'm so conflicted.   I want to run in place while watching one show, and throw some olive oil and fat into the frying pan while watching the other.

Prolly, the best compromise is to run to the kitchen for more wine, then step lunge to the couch, then hop to bed, all while carrying the remote controller (the troller, as my grandson calls it, very appropriate, I love to troll the channels) and balancing my wine by tightening my core.....yes.  The perfect balance.

Brown chicka brown COWWWWW, shankapottamus!

WhaT??? Wednesday???

How can it be Wednesday?  I mean, yes, I already saw Amazing Race (TAR, best ever), and then I watched The Bachelor (because one of the 'ettes is from my hometown and I actually know her family), and then I watched Biggest Loser.....oh.  Yeah.  That brings me to Wednesday.  Top Chef night.

Sighhhh.  I've officially become defined by my TV habits.  I feel like a golden oldie, getting my little scoop of ice cream ready for my after dinner reruns of Everybody Loves Raymond, my tissue box and my crocheting by my side.  

Not really.  

I don't eat ice cream much. :)

But good lord, M and I went out for dinner last weekend with some older golf buddies and their wives, and there was actually a 10 minute discussion whereby two of the couples were regaling each other with their favorite reruns of CSI and Two and a Half Men and Law and Order (how LaO reruns must there BE out there, anyway - about a gozillion, I think).

And I was feeling a little self-righteous, almost a bit Miss Smuggyish, about the conversation in a "I'm so happenin' with my bad pop culture self, yo" until I realized that I give my employees a reality show review every DAY.  Details about the participants, thoughts about the challenges, tirades against the beyatches in the group.  

They do listen and appreciate it though!  I think.   Except....well.  I did notice that more of them are having to 'eat at their desk,' and needing to 'run out to do an errand' and having to 'get caught up with the janitor' and scheduling appointments to 'get the bamboo sticks inserted under their fingernails' lately.

Maybe I should send a daily email to keep them updated!  Ohhhhh.....they'll be so happy.