First, I’m two days late
on this post. Time flies when you’re babysitting Little Leighton (LL) while her
parents go to a wedding! We picked LL up on Thursday morning in Fort Worth (She rode the bus! Ha. Just kidding.) and then
took her back to TLC Sunday afternoon after her nap. She was sick, sick, SICK
with a mean old cold the entire time she was with me and My Sweet Hubby (MSH).
Still, when she wasn’t struggling to breathe while trying to nap or sleep at
night, she was a DOLL. She’s a Funny Girl. Trust me on this one.
I’d thought I’d do a post
Sunday evening. Too pooped. Then I flat forgot yesterday. I was gone for
several hours during the day. Once I got home, I plopped myself on our
davenport and started watching my Monday night shows. (I go back and forth
between The Voice and Dancing With the Stars!)
As I looked up all the
shows I DVR in our Great Room (That number would be 71. Yikes. Now, a few of
those are MSH’s. I end up deleting a lot. My rule is this: If I haven't watched something I recorded four months ago? It's gone.) and in our bedroom (That number would be 17. Wow. Two or three of these are also MSH’s.), I realized it’s not surprising I have no time
to read a book. (I’m currently on Page 124 of Gone Girl. TLC read it in 2 days. I’m going on two weeks.
Sheesh.)
I intended to tell y’all
about my NEW favourite telly shows. Unfortunately, there aren’t
ten of them. And that is the requirement for this month’s posts. Ten of
something.
I then decided my best bet
would be to share with you my favourite shows at this time. The shows I cannot
wait to see each week. The shows that make me laugh out loud. Cry. Talk to some of the characters—like they can
hear me. Like they’re real peeps. The shows that make me happy. Or cause me to
think. Or, best of all—inspire me. I realize I’ve mentioned some of these shows
before. Because, in January, we’ll begin our fifth year of this blog. Wwhhhaaaattttt?
Wow.
Here’s My List (I’m numbering
them but, truly, these are all equally important to the quality of the
entertainment portion of my life!):
- Grey’s Anatomy. Love it. Need it. Will simply not know how
to cope when they all decide they are done. I’ll need therapy. Possibly
meds.
- Parenthood. Didn’t begin this show until last year. That
makes me very, very sad. I do intend to go back and watch previous years.
It is incredible.
- The Voice. Love. Love. LOVE. Everything about this
show. The Judges. (Blake and Adam are full of fun and charm. I adored Usher
and Shakira. Miss them very much. But Pharrell and Gwen this season? They
are two classy, CLASSY artists.)
- Nashville. I am a Country gal, Folks. I live in the
country. I have been obsessed with country music since I was 19 years old.
That’s a long, long time. I think it’d be a blast to live in Nashville. Tennessee is BEAUTIFUL. This show, to me, is
fascinating.
- The Blacklist. MSH and I watch this one together. We have
very few that we both enjoy. It replaced 24 for us—in the
“scary/violent/spy/suspense” genre of TV. We don’t usually quite
understand what the heck is going on—and we don’t even care. I’m serious.
We could watch it without the sound on. It is a heckuva ride every single
week.
- The Biggest Loser. I cry every single week. Every. Single.
Week. I think Alison is fantastic. I treasure the trainers. Bob? My hero.
I am beyond impressed with the courage of the contestants. I always say
this to whoever will listen to me: Every person in America—or the World—should watch this show for
inspiration. Period.
- Dancing With the Stars. When all my other friends (and TLC)
abandoned this show, I couldn’t. I get furious with the Judges. I mean MAD. I think they’re too critical and rude. But
Tom cracks me up. Most of these contestants inspire me, too. Even though I
get it. They’re celebrities doing it for the exposure. Makes no difference
to me.
- Shark Tank. Another show I insist (Oops—didn’t mean to
say that!) MSH watch with me. Every week I try to think of something we
could invent so we could be on this show. All six Sharks—even Kevin—are
interesting people. I’d rather be home on Friday nights, watching this
show, than at a 5-Star Restaurant in Dallas. Or watching a Texas high school football game. I’m not even
kidding you.
- Modern Family. I thought I’d never get over the end of Friends.
This show is unbelievably funny to me. It has helped me cope with my loss.
I laugh out loud the entire 22ish minutes (I don’t do commercials. Ever.)
The cast? SPECTACULAR.
Seriously.
- The Middle. Another fabulous comedy I must watch. Each
week I say something like this to TLC: Sue is my most favourite! The next
week? It’s Axel. The next? Brick. The parents? Hysterical. Yes, I know,
because of the writers. They admit that—I’ve heard them do it. But they
are all talented actors and comedians. I missed the first year of this
one. That makes me sad.
Humour me, please: There are five more shows I have to mention: Long Island Medium (TLC
network). She rocks. The Millers. NBC. I think. Amazing
cast/funny show! About a Boy. NBC. I’m out of adjectives. This one is beyond CLEVER.
So extremely CLEVER. Chrisley Knows Best. USA. A reality show that TLC and I are both obsessed
with—completely obsessed. The new season just recently began. Angels
Among
Us. TLC network. She’s as sweet and precious as Theresa Caputo. I
believe in Angels. I believe this lady is remarkable.
Humour me, pretty, pretty please, for a few more new shows that intrigue me:
Marry Me. NBC. (A new one.)
A to Z. NBC. (A new one.)
Bad Judge. NBC. (A new one.)
How to Get Away With Murder. ABC. (A new one.) This show, together with Scandal,
(Not a new one.) is raunchy. Irreverent.
Shocking. Insanity at it's finest. In my humble opinion, both of these are completely
inappropriate for the time of the evening they're aired. However, unfortunately, I'm hopelessly addicted to each of them. (Perhaps I'm actually a teensy-itsy-bitsy bit ashamed of this confession.) I cringe as I watch. I say
things, to the characters, like: “How stupid could you be?” Or, to myself: "Well, that scene was completely unnecessary." At the end of this week's episode of each of these series? I cannot wait for next week’s. I
need as much help, me thinks, as Shonda Rhimes. Yikes.
Yes. I need to turn off my
telly and pick up a book. Or go to bed. I’ll let you know how that works out,
okay?
By the way: If it helps your opinion of me, in any way or at all, I rarely ever, EVER watch television during the day. Cross my heart.