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☂ It's the anniversary of the Allies invasion of Normandy, but more to the point of this post, it's my wedding anniversary. Thirteen years ago, nolankyle and I were married and then proceeded to re-enact storming the beaches of France and a World War II-like battle for the next four years. Fortunately, we achieved peace just shy of nuclear detonation. Good Times.

☂ Summer rocks. I have lain by the pool with a book for the last week, while my kids exhausted themselves playing soccer, basketball, swimming and diving. Life does not get better than that.

☂ There were two wildfires last week; they burned hundreds of acres of land to the north and south of my house, and I can see all of the charred earth when I step outside my front door. We need rain. In a BIG, big way.

☂ The Opening titles of Game of Thrones are mesmerizing. It's like the Sesame Street mini-documentary on making crayons - I can't look away.

☂ I'm still slogging through the Outlander series. Seriously, the woman is wordy to the point of distraction. She uses a hundred words when four would really do - but I still stayed up until 1 am this morning finishing the fourth. So I guess I like them. Really, I like the characters, not the book.

☂ The first six minutes of the new season of True Blood looks... interesting. Here's the link, if you're curious.

☂ My twenty year high school reunion is in October. Twenty. Years. That makes me a little nauseated, frankly, for two reasons. One: Twenty years, and two, twenty damn years. Ugh. I hope I'm at least thin by then.

So this is a big spoilery fall TV post. I do watch all these shows. In my defense, I do other things during, most of the time. I've got the TV on or the laptop playing while cooking, or sewing, or folding laundry, so I might not watch most times, instead listening to most of it. But it's still entertaining. It's what gets me through the menial chores of my day.

( Don't click if you don't want to know stuff. )
One more thing. I need to repent. I've been watching Hellcats. It's about cheerleaders. It's asinine. I can feel my IQ dropping with every episode. And yet, I still watch. *sigh* Embarrassing, but true. I'm all about keeping it real over here.

How do you feel about the fall TV lineup? And is there anything I'm missing out on?

Some rhetorical, some Socratic, all valid.

Why do the workers finishing the road near my home insist on starting their Earth movers at 6:30 in the morning?

Why can I sleep through anything but that noise?

Why do my children find a way to argue over even things that they AGREE on?

Why do I spend time thinking about people who have hurt me?

Why do I still care about said folks?

Why is it 35 degrees during Spring Break?

Why is it when I can't turn my head, the Chiropractor has taken the week off?

Why is it that some of my dearest friends live so very far away?

What does the color blue taste like?

Why, when I need to hang on for dear life to the barely tangible threads of plot, that my characters want to chatter on about nothing in particular?

Why is Penny dating Leonard when Sheldon is the clear choice? COME ON!

Why won't Bones and Booth JUST ADMIT THAT THEY lurrrrrrve each other?

Why do mushrooms taste so good in everything?

Why, when I KNOW I need a good wine opener, do I CONTINUALLY forget to buy one?

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I think I'll soldier through with the wine opener I have, have a few glasses, and maybe I won't care about these questions quite so much. ;)

Good day to you all.

As I sit and listen to the presidential debate and my husband's growing ire of political bitchiness and doublespeak, I am going to squee about two TV shows that I've immersed myself in for the last few weeks.

Friday Night Lights and Supernatural, baby.  For the EYE CANDY, y'all.

I'm mean, they really are great shows.  Well shot, well written and well acted, but oh, man.  The prettiness.

I think it's great that they've managed to go three+ seasons of Supernatural without love interests for the boys..  I love that.  I mean, the storyline doesn't exactly lend itself to that, and to hear Nolan, Sam and Dean should just kiss already and get it over with (I hit him every time he makes disparaging remarks about Sammy's sexuality, by the way.  He's sensitive!) but the way the new season is going is just brilliant.  I can't wait.  The age old tale of brother against brother.  Epic.  And the fact that Nolan and Dean have the same 'shoot first and ask questions later' attitude.  And the MUSIC...  and the CAR...  Le sigh.

But Friday Night Lights.  Guhuhuhuhuh. jandjsalmon ,airmidm  andseegrim  all told me to watch it years ago, it seems like.  But as a theatre teacher in West Texas, I RAIL against football.  I loathe it.  Can't stand it.  The coaches pay grade is WAY above anyone else's...  And why?  Because they teach boys how to play a GAME.  (I have no illusions about what I do.  I live in a world of pretend, but let me have my prejudices.)  Anyway, I watched the first two episodes at the beginning of June, and then got distracted by something sparkly, but I'm back, and I've watched a GLUT of it in the last two weeks.  Now, I live in West Texas, and I have first hand experience with the actual football team the Dillon Panthers are based on, and let me tell you, that cult-like mentality?  With the whole town living and breathing for the football players?  True. Story.  It's scary-spooky.

But I ignored the football, and focused on the people.  Coach?  Cute as a button.  Mrs. Coach?  Sexy as all get out.  Riggins?  (Kelly, I thought Greg was cute enough before?  But now I gotta say I'm a little jealous of Tracey.)  The sheer BEAUTY that is Taylor Kitsch should not be allowed.  I mean, complexion?  Eyes?  Smile?  I seriously want to die.  And I know it's sacrilege, but I actually want him and Lila to get together.  I want him to get what he wants.  I can't help it..  And really, do NOT even get me started on Matt Saracen.  Fricking adorable.  The unsure demeanor, the soulful eyes, the shoulders? (The lips?)  I wanted to punch Julie right in her forehead for dumping him. (And I realize that they're supposed to be in high school, but whatever.)  I adore, adore, adore him.  The end of season two was SO sad.  I almost cried.  And I'm not admitting anything, but I may have even squealed and gotten chills at some of the football parts.  Maybe.

In other news, I'm newly with the Anderson Talent Agency, so I can start actually working again and being productive, since I really have a LOT of spare time on my hands.  So cross your fingers for voiceovers and commercials.  Or a walk-on or extra in FNL.  (I would die...  giggle hysterically and DIE.)

And my sweet Katie Bell is a sick puppy dog  She might have adrenal problems or diabetes.  Poor baby.  She's curled up next to me, being her sweet self.

That's all the news.  Back to listening to Nolan swear at the television...