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Time not on my side

The new television season is upon us.  And I probably will not be blogging about them. Not because I wouldn't want to --but there are so many others who do things like that better than I do. Especially Television without pity. They rock the box. The new season makes me think of all the time I have wasted on bad TV, movies, etc.  There are two categories of this. Category 1 is "It seemed like a good idea at the time". These are things that I watched and now realize how horrifying they actually are. The other category is "It sucked and I knew it going in".  I read the reviews and ignored them, I watched the first episode and ignored the oncoming train.  These lists will not match your own. You may look at them and say, "Hey! I like that! I own it on DVD!". The truth of the matter is something you despise may be my favorite time waster. So, let's have a discussion. I list mine--you list yours.  Or seethe quietly. Here we go!

Category 1 (good idea at the time)

St. Elmo's Fire --- oh boy Demi Moore rocking in a room,  Rob Lowe with a badass earring and sax and Emilio Estevez in a bow tie. It all looked good. And then it wasn't. And viewing it from a decade or two later--not good at all. 

Battle for Endor -- yep, I have this one on VHS. My only excuse (and it is weak) is that I was young.  But I watched it no less than 20 soul sucking times.  And, sadly, I wanted to be Cindel (I do remember her name. See, soul- sucking)

Murder in Small Town X -- anyone remember this one? A reality show where once a week each contestant gets "killed" as they hunt for clues as to whom the real murderer is. The winner was a man named Angel. Sadly enough, he was killed on 9/11. He was a firefighter and was in the towers.  All of this is in my head where math should be. 

Category 2 (train's coming round the bend)

Must love Dogs-- the ads were sappy. The premise, ridiculous.  And I watched it. Paid for it.  And then, the icing on the cake, someone gave it to me as a gift.  Karma kicks me right in the ass. 

Growing up Gotti ---watched it. For a looooong time. I mean a really long time. Much longer than I should have.  Are you looking at me with shame in your eyes, yet? 

The English Patient -- now this may be a surprise. It won like 50 Oscars. People went to this movie and wept buckets. BUCKETS!  My not liking it had nothing to do with the movie itself.  I knew going in this was not my cup of tea.  Movies like that generally make my teeth itch. I went anyway, I paid the money.  I invested the time.  And now it is trapped in my memory, and it won't leave. 

So, that's it. Not really. There are about a thousand more things I feel this way about. And we haven't gotten to music. Hoo- Boy, let the good times roll. 

Colonoscopies and Hines Ward

I had originally planned to blog about Doug and Mary's wedding this weekend. And that will most likely be the case on the next one. However, I feel the need to share this particular morning. Since my brother is in town for said wedding, I took Monday off of work and we decided to get up a little early and have breakfast at Pamela's. I love that place for breakfast. Fate did not smile on us. There was a power outage in parts of the South Hills and Pamela's was closed. Bummer. But where to go? We finally ended up at Freddie's on Route 88. Small and comfortable with a filling breakfast. The restaurant was full of people share tales of their lives. Something I always enjoy. There was a table behind us being especially loud and their conversation followed this path: Hines Ward-Willie Parker-Aircraft Carriers-Colonoscopies-the difference between ventilators and respirators-colonoscopies-Marines-being burned over 70% of his body-Prostate exams-Hines Ward. It took all of my strength not to turn around and just look at this person who could make a smooth transition from all of these topics. Someone who can find a transition point between Prostate Exams and the Steeler game. Yet another reason I love Pittsburgh. Because you can have an amazing breakfast, hear how Hines Ward should have caught those two passes, and learn about the state of some one's colon all before you get your coffee refilled.

Lists

I normally love lists. I mean I LOVE lists. One of my favorite things to play are list games. Things like "Top Ten of Celebrities I would like to sleep with" or "Top 5 Books I would take on a month long vacation". I feel like you learn so much about people with just the simple questions. On TV tonight is the Stand Up to Cancer telethon. Tonight. September 5th. Last year on this day Dad died of a brain tumor. So, because I've been mulling it over, I made a list:

People I know and Love who lost their battle with Cancer:

1. Dad
2. Jim McGregor
3. Ryan Eichstadt
4. Jim Gourley
5. Sandy Gourley
6. Barbara Abbot
7. Betty Weirer

I haven't even scraped the surface, by the way. However, in the effort to not be a Debbie Downer, here's my other list:

People I know and Love who beat it:

1. Cecilla Piontek
2. Elva G. Andersen
3. Dave Piontek
4. John Eichstadt
5. Nicholas Schirra
6. Maureen Piontek
7. Kathy Bates

And the best thing? I haven't even scraped the surface. Here's to a cure. Soon.

Why I love Jon Stewart more than life itself....

Jackassery

Well, I feel like a fool. I had a bit of a slip and fall at work.  And because I am now blog-friendly, who would I be if I didn't write about it. It involves water on the bathroom floor, me spinning like a whirly-gig and actually falling on the toilet. However, as I gracefully spun in the bathroom, I slammed my elbow on the doorframe. At first I thought I had done serious damage.  But not so much. Just wounded pride and a blunt force trauma style bruise. Yowza. And what kind of blogger would I be without taking a grainy, poorly angled photograph of my arm.  The best part? Because it happened at work, everyone knows. There can't be any shame in my game, no place to hide. I just have to smile and say, "yes I feel fine".  Little do they know, I can now do a graceful pirouette on a wet floor in Croc flip-flops and not knock my teeth out. All of those ballet lessons when I was 5 have finally paid off in spades.