Bah. I was hoping that a flood of you would come out of the closet as pop-media whores, but it appears I am alone in my shallow obsession. If you can put down the Dostoevsky long enough, let me just recommend the new High School musical reality show on Sunday nights. It's a total rip-off at this point of American Idol tryouts, but that's the best part of that show, anyway.
We're leaving on Thursday for a wedding in D-ville, getting back on Monday, and then leaving again August 12 and getting back just a few days shy of Labor Day. That time, we'll start off for a day in NOVA so I can (hopefully) catch up with some friends, make the trip to SOVA for a couple of days, drive to the Outer Banks for a blissful week at the beach that I've been dreaming of since we left it last year , and then top it all off with another couple of days in SOVA.
It'll be a fun sandwich with a side of exhausting-- crinkle cut, french-fried exhausting-- but I'm ready for it. Bring it on. (Bring on the free child care in the form of my in-laws at the beach house they're paying for.) *wink winkity*
Until then, I just have to conquer Mt. Laundry, kick this bizarre addiction to dried cranberries, catch up on my sleep deficit at least a little before we leave the house at 5:30 AM on Thursday for a drive that will most likely take 11-12 hours, and fake enthusiasm for going to work (which usually does not require faking, but does when I'm there pre-trip mulling over all of the things I have to do at home).
On, ye huskies!
3 comments:
We've been travelling ourselves, which is why I failed to weigh in as a fellow trash-TV fan. You already know this about me, of course, since you had to set up your television for So You Think You Can Dance when I last babysat.
Have a great vacation! You'll look fab in your swim suit, even though you chose not to wean.
I'm a quasi-pop-media whore, if that counts for anything (and I'm also Dostoevsky-ignorant, for what that's worth). I'm really more of a Deal-or-no-Deal, Stephen-King kind of middle-of-the-road whore. But I do occasionally enjoy a good classic and a good hour of trashy reality TV (but only when the husband's not home--if he even catches an audible whiff of a closet-confessional monologue piping through his hard labored-over basement surround sound, his ears start to bleed and, in a panicky frenzy, he snatches control of the remote. So I have to pick my moments).
All that to say...you are certainly not alone!
I feast on reality TV! I can't say the trashier the better, but I have been known to watch (and I will admit, digitally record) Rock of Love (both 1 & 2). I love America's Next Top Model, Project Runway, and various "next star" shows for Food Network, HGTV, etc. Oh, and I can't forget American Idol or Nashville Star (I don't even listen to country music). Oh, and Miami Ink. I'm sure there are more. Does this qualify me as a trash-TV whore?
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