hubcaps.

Losing hubcaps seems to be the story of my life. The story of my Corolla's life, that is. I must have gone through at least three full sets now, currently going on my fourth. At one point, I even had to program Hubcap Homers into my cell phone. No more. I vow to keep my current set for awhile.

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They are no spinners, but they give Whitey a little more personality. Yes?

potstickers!

Looks like I can add potstickers to my I-Can-Cook Menu...


Though added to my list of (two) meals I can prepare, it will definitely fall second to my fried rice. Slaving over the stove, only to have my apartment reak of fried oil is not appealing. Once finished, the joy of eating could only be accompanied by the much larger joy of drinking. (Note the Miller Lite bottle in the background.)

not enough hugs to go around.

Have you ever heard a story so sad and touching that if it was any more moving it might as well be your own story to tell? Tonight I had someone tell me the story of how a family was falling apart. It was disheartening to hear that one night of unexplainable events and exchange of words could lead to the downfall of a happy marriage and several people's lives. How much of it can you blame on mental illness? Could it be that he just snapped? How can you accept such unforeseable behavior? Your friends and loved ones will tell you to keep fighting, but it is those closest to you that may need to tell you to walk away. For the sake of you and your children.

Though I have never met these people, I can only feel a portion of their pain. I feel for them and those around them.

lesson learned.

Close call. Second chance. A warning. How many of these does one get? Consider this a lesson learned.


It will hurt along the way. But if you are not grateful for the fact that you can feel pain, then the scars may run deeper than the surface.

now what?

When it was my idea it was okay. When it was my idea it was enticing. When it was my idea it was on my time. When it was my idea there was no pressure. Now there is pressure. Now it feels like time is running out. Now it is no longer enticing, but rather undesirable. Now 'okay' is not good enough.

Now what?

square eyes.

43% full. My DVR is 43% full. I have only had cable tv for less than two months, and it has consumed me. Well, consumed me as much as anything could outside of my crazy work hours.

General Hospital. Heroes. Bones. House. Nip/Tuck. Private Practice. Grey's Anatomy. Those are just a few shows I watch weekly. I can never watch them when it airs, of course, so I must record them all and watch them at a later time. Oh, and let us not forget that it is also football and basketball season, and games take precedence over my sitcoms and dramas. DVR is my savior.


So, today alone, I recorded five shows. I average about three shows a day (weekends are dedicated to football). My shows are prioritized, with General Hospital being a must see every day to Life being a show I watch if I have time.

With One Tree Hill ending last year, I had to pick up a new WB, now CW, show to fill my teeny-bopper void. A co-worker suggested Gossip Girl and though I had my reservations, it has turned out to be tolerable show. Minus the narration, the storylines are not too far fetched, and the characters have grown on me. A climbing B+ as far as CW shows go.

Deprived of the FX channel for years, I have been counting down the days until the Nip/Tuck season premiere. A little weary of the LA scene change, I do not doubt that it will still be a great series.

You can never get tired of the doctor/hospital shows. House, Grey's Anatomy, and Private Practice have this category covered. Going into the season, I had extremely low expectations for Private Practice, but Diggs and the rest of the cast have won me over.

And then there is Sarah Silverman. She just cracks me up. Enough said.