This week has been a crazy week. No, wait, let me rephrase that. I've been crazy this week. All because of a few articles and viral videos. I have discovered that fear makes you completely irrational.
Here is my harrowing tale.
At the beginning of the week, Tuesday to be exact, I read a little story in Cosmo. It was all about serial killers, how they stalk their victims, and how you can protect yourself.
Holy freaking cow. So, of course, model of intelligence that I am, I decided that I obviously need to be on my guard against serial killers. I start analyzing every guy I see, I change my driving routine on my way home, and I remain alert. A little too alert.
Upon arriving at home, I fell asleep on the couch. Like I always do. Because I'm like an old person. I was woken up by some loud banging next door, and they were screaming someone's name. Of course, I thought that a serial killer was next door. I start locking all the doors, closing the curtains, and trying to be as silent as I possibly could.
That night, I was emptying the dishwasher, and I heard some light tapping on the window looking into the kitchen. Because it's pitch black outside, I can't see anything. However, I do see a gap between the curtains, so I decide to be stealthy and crawl on the floor, slide up the wall, and close the curtains from below. Obviously a serial killer would not think that someone was home after watching the curtains close themselves.
All of a sudden, I hear banging on the window, then banging on the front door, which was locked. I start screaming hysterically, then I crumple to the ground screaming some more, which is clearly the epitome of stealth. Josh bursts through the front door laughing, and I sob. For an hour. Josh was so horrified at my reaction, all he could do was apologize.
I talked about Josh not because he did anything wrong (we mess with each other all the time) but to show how absolutely bonkers I was!
So we move to Thursday night. Josh was in North Carolina with the theatre kids, and I was home alone. I saw on CNN a video that shows someone looking through your Facebook profile. I wanted to see it for myself. Bad idea. BAD BAD BAD idea.
Basically, it shows some crazy psychopath looking at your stuff, stroking the screen, searching for where you live, etc. It was super creepy because he started stroking the screen when it was a picture of me and my cousin's baby, Jackson. I screamed out, "he's a baby, you pervert." It didn't occur to me that it wasn't real. Then it shows him driving to kill you. Yeesh.
I left the hotel at 11PM, making sure no one was in my backseat itching to slice my throat, then I turned on It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia really loud, because I didn't think that God would let me die with that show on. I went to the bedroom, because I couldn't keep my eyes open. I proceeded to shut all the doors and close the curtain as tightly as I could. I fell asleep with all of the lights on. And even though our electric bill will be abnormally high, I just felt safer. I was so happy when it was morning, I didn't even mind the crick in my neck from sleeping in an upright position all night.
I think I'm over my serial-killer-phobia, but I don't think having a fear of crazy psychopaths is so strange. It's only in my head when it becomes irrational. Like, a tree turned into a person looming outside the window, rustling leaves became a killer shuffling his feet outside, and a squirrel chirping became his crazy psycho war cry.
You don't have to tell me, I know I'm crazy.
Sunday, November 13, 2011
Thursday, October 13, 2011
The Art of the Mini-Series
OK, try not to laugh. I have spent the entire weekend immersed in "The Thornbirds." Yes, the one that's reference when people make jokes about romance with priests. That one.
OK, stop laughing and/or shaking your head right now.
When my friend Carolyn gave me her DVD's (because it's a multi-disc set. Hooray!) to borrow, I thought, "Well, this will give me something to watch when I'm bored." But it was so much more!
I became obsessed with it. Josh had to peel me away from the TV. I don't know what it is! The sweeping love story, the adventure; it's a saga featuring multiple generations of priest lovers! (but not all were sexual. Ahem.)
After reading that last paragraph, I realized that I could write on DVD covers. Just saying. That's compelling stuff.
This tells the tale of a family in Australia who come to live on their aunt's property, Drogheda (don't quote me on the spelling.) because she's super rich and lets them work on the ranch. Her brother and his family, the Clearys, are the only known relatives of said old lady. Who's completely bonkers and is in love with a young priest, Ralph de Bricassaut (again, don't quote me on the spelling)
Ralph ends up having feelings for a nine year old, Meggie Cleary. It's normal at this point, because he seems like he's being priestly to this little girl; it's all innocent. I thought it would be creepy, and a normal person probably would find it so, but I didn't!
You can pretty much guess what happens, Meggie grows up and gets hot, Ralph has to move across the world to the Vatican to escape his emotions. Then she gets married to a loser to forget about Ralph, he acts loser-ish, gets her pregnant, then kind of abandons her. Her friends send her to this private island resort to get her head together, and Ralph comes and they....er....consummate their love. Then he gets all freaked out and leaves again, but gets her pregnant first. Scandalous! Then it jumps ahead nineteen years later, and Meggie/Ralph's lovechild decides he wants to be a priest too, some sad stuff happens, they all come to terms with it, and Ralph dies.
It was so dang sad, and I was so embarrassed at myself for crying alone in my living room about this horny priest. Plus, the movie takes place in Australia, but only one person speaks with an accent. Everyone else is a variation of Irish/American/British, but they all supposedly grew up there. Plus, it's super 80's-tastic.
But after pondering my tempest of emotions, I have come to a realization: mini series are the bomb. How else can you fit the entire plot of a novel (Most mini-series are novels) into a film format? If it became a movie, you would have to cut a ton of it, and if it became a TV Show, well, it wouldn't end until the show ended. Which could take years!
I told my mom that I was watching The Hornbirds, and she turned into a puddle of sentiment. Mini-series evoke something in us, because we can become completely immersed for 8-15 hours, then go on with our lives. I will never forget watching Lonesome Dove. I read the book, and they kind of nailed it, script wise. Plus, my mom will never shut up about North and South, with Patrick Swayze. Mini-Series became sort of a phenomenon in the 70's and 80's, and now they're gone.
At least now I have Downton Abbey, but it's only airing in England right now, and I don't have fancy cable channels. Man, BBC has it right with all those dang mini-series!
Please, TV Land executive people, humor this cheesy dork and make more mini-series!!
OK, stop laughing and/or shaking your head right now.
When my friend Carolyn gave me her DVD's (because it's a multi-disc set. Hooray!) to borrow, I thought, "Well, this will give me something to watch when I'm bored." But it was so much more!
I became obsessed with it. Josh had to peel me away from the TV. I don't know what it is! The sweeping love story, the adventure; it's a saga featuring multiple generations of priest lovers! (but not all were sexual. Ahem.)
After reading that last paragraph, I realized that I could write on DVD covers. Just saying. That's compelling stuff.
This tells the tale of a family in Australia who come to live on their aunt's property, Drogheda (don't quote me on the spelling.) because she's super rich and lets them work on the ranch. Her brother and his family, the Clearys, are the only known relatives of said old lady. Who's completely bonkers and is in love with a young priest, Ralph de Bricassaut (again, don't quote me on the spelling)
Ralph ends up having feelings for a nine year old, Meggie Cleary. It's normal at this point, because he seems like he's being priestly to this little girl; it's all innocent. I thought it would be creepy, and a normal person probably would find it so, but I didn't!
You can pretty much guess what happens, Meggie grows up and gets hot, Ralph has to move across the world to the Vatican to escape his emotions. Then she gets married to a loser to forget about Ralph, he acts loser-ish, gets her pregnant, then kind of abandons her. Her friends send her to this private island resort to get her head together, and Ralph comes and they....er....consummate their love. Then he gets all freaked out and leaves again, but gets her pregnant first. Scandalous! Then it jumps ahead nineteen years later, and Meggie/Ralph's lovechild decides he wants to be a priest too, some sad stuff happens, they all come to terms with it, and Ralph dies.
It was so dang sad, and I was so embarrassed at myself for crying alone in my living room about this horny priest. Plus, the movie takes place in Australia, but only one person speaks with an accent. Everyone else is a variation of Irish/American/British, but they all supposedly grew up there. Plus, it's super 80's-tastic.
But after pondering my tempest of emotions, I have come to a realization: mini series are the bomb. How else can you fit the entire plot of a novel (Most mini-series are novels) into a film format? If it became a movie, you would have to cut a ton of it, and if it became a TV Show, well, it wouldn't end until the show ended. Which could take years!
I told my mom that I was watching The Hornbirds, and she turned into a puddle of sentiment. Mini-series evoke something in us, because we can become completely immersed for 8-15 hours, then go on with our lives. I will never forget watching Lonesome Dove. I read the book, and they kind of nailed it, script wise. Plus, my mom will never shut up about North and South, with Patrick Swayze. Mini-Series became sort of a phenomenon in the 70's and 80's, and now they're gone.
At least now I have Downton Abbey, but it's only airing in England right now, and I don't have fancy cable channels. Man, BBC has it right with all those dang mini-series!
Please, TV Land executive people, humor this cheesy dork and make more mini-series!!
Saturday, October 1, 2011
Faith
I've always wanted to use this blog as a medium to tell all of you about the books I read, mainly because I want to discuss them! There are many times where I'll read something crazy in a book, gasp, and then look around and see Josh staring at me. So I need someone to relate to when it comes to books, and maybe get recommendations. Agreed?
I just read Faith by Jennifer Haigh, and I can not describe how stirred I was by this book. It deals with a very controversial and prevalent issue today: child molestation accusations of Catholic priests.
Now, mind you, this isn't really a statement on the Catholic church. It's a story of what happens when accusations get thrown around. Father Arthur Breen has been accused of molesting a child, and this book tells of how his working class Boston family deals with the news. His mother is refusing to hear anything that doubts his innocence, his brother, with two small children of his own, has completely cut off Arthur, and Sheila, his sister (and from the point of view that this story is told) believes he's innocent, but is on a search for the truth. The family also has many secrets of their own, and the secrets they hold influence their reactions to the news.
Arthur has been kicked out of the parish, the only world he's ever known, and is living in a small apartment that the Boston archdiose is paying for. He feels lost.
The church, instead of conducting an investigation, just shuffles Arthur around and throws money at the issue. It's a problem whether the priests are guilty or not, because if innocent, no defense is provided, and they are deemed monsters. If they are guilty, no investigation is conducted to convict them.
In a nutshell, it shows how a simple accusation can destroy a person's life. You see the effects of this right up until the heartbreaking ending. I actually caught myself sobbing in a parking lot in the car whilst waiting for Josh. I'm a bonehead.
Read it. It's good.
Saturday, September 24, 2011
Dinner is Sad When Waiting for Your Husband to Get Home
Alright, this week has been a really busy week for Joshua, so that means that when I cook dinner, I either eat alone on the couch or wait until after 10:30 at night to eat.
But, hey, that's no reason not to cook!
Wednesday, I decided to make a casserole because I didn't like the quality of the chicken breasts that I got. So I couldn't just eat them alone. Blech. I decided to shred them into a casserole. Crisis averted!
I put chicken at the bottom of my casserole dish, then I added orange juice (fresh squeezed. Not trying to act high faluting, I only had oranges in my fridge,) brown sugar, and melted butter. Then I got really lazy and put pre made stove top stuffing on top. It was good, but next time I need more salt or something. Too sweet!
Live and Learn. Onward!
Last night I made a pulled pork chili. It's bascially exactly like regular chili, but it has pulled pork instead of ground beef. (Ground beef turns my stomach. I'm like a little kid!) Just let it simmer in the crock pot all day. Yum! Josh is at a band competition all day, so this will be my dinner tonight, too!
Saturday Night Live is coming on tonight...yay!
But, hey, that's no reason not to cook!
Wednesday, I decided to make a casserole because I didn't like the quality of the chicken breasts that I got. So I couldn't just eat them alone. Blech. I decided to shred them into a casserole. Crisis averted!
I put chicken at the bottom of my casserole dish, then I added orange juice (fresh squeezed. Not trying to act high faluting, I only had oranges in my fridge,) brown sugar, and melted butter. Then I got really lazy and put pre made stove top stuffing on top. It was good, but next time I need more salt or something. Too sweet!
Live and Learn. Onward!
Last night I made a pulled pork chili. It's bascially exactly like regular chili, but it has pulled pork instead of ground beef. (Ground beef turns my stomach. I'm like a little kid!) Just let it simmer in the crock pot all day. Yum! Josh is at a band competition all day, so this will be my dinner tonight, too!
Saturday Night Live is coming on tonight...yay!
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Never Send a Man to do a Woman's Job
I never thought that grocery shopping was a skill. Ever. Maybe that's because my mom was so good at it, and I learned from her.
I've included that preface, to make my story clearer. Ahem.
Last night, I took a look around my freezer, and I saw that I had chicken, and some Al Fresco chicken sausage that I got on sale at Publix and I really wanted to try. I looked online, and came across this cajun alfredo skillet thing, with all of the ingredients that I had on hand. Except for few.
Josh and I have been doing Financial Peace University, and one of the things we've done is use the envelope system for all of our spending money needs. I am the keeper of said envelopes because Josh doesn't want such responsibility.
All we needed was some milk, so I asked Josh to get some on the way home. He reminded me that I had the envelopes, but he could stop by and get them and run out to Bi-Lo.
Since he was going out for milk, I asked him to pick up some Cajun seasoning. Normally I just mix up a cajun seasoning myself, but since he was going out...why not? I also needed some Philadelphia cooking creme. Original. I needed him to pick some up because I realized that I only had the Italian one.
3 ingredients. Simple, right? He called me 2 times. For 3 ingredients. He couldn't fathom that cooking creme existed. I think he thought that I was an idiot and meant cream cheese. Yes, they are in the same section, but they are not the same thing. I told him to ask an employee. He agreed and hung up.
Not two minutes later, he called asking me if he could get creole seasoning instead of cajun seasoning. And then told me that he still hadn't found the cooking creme. I asked him if he found an employee. He said no. He hadn't even asked. For those of you who know Josh, you shouldn't be surprised. He will not ask anyone for help!
After asking someone for help (which was proceeded by a lot of fussing from me), he found it. It was right next to the cream cheese, where he was looking. He said that I told him the wrong color of the tub, so it was my fault.
Now, I didn't write this to rag on Josh, but to rag on all men. One of the most infamous stories about my father was when he bought us Happy Meals from McDonald's when it was buy one get one free. He ordered 3 Happy Meals, because he had 3 children. When the cashier told him that he could get one more free, he declined, because he only needed 3.
Right?
My mom berated him when he got home, because we could have had a free Happy Meal!
That was 10 years ago. Never forgotten.
Dinner ended up being delicious, by the way. I'll do the shopping from now on.
I've included that preface, to make my story clearer. Ahem.
Last night, I took a look around my freezer, and I saw that I had chicken, and some Al Fresco chicken sausage that I got on sale at Publix and I really wanted to try. I looked online, and came across this cajun alfredo skillet thing, with all of the ingredients that I had on hand. Except for few.
Josh and I have been doing Financial Peace University, and one of the things we've done is use the envelope system for all of our spending money needs. I am the keeper of said envelopes because Josh doesn't want such responsibility.
All we needed was some milk, so I asked Josh to get some on the way home. He reminded me that I had the envelopes, but he could stop by and get them and run out to Bi-Lo.
Since he was going out for milk, I asked him to pick up some Cajun seasoning. Normally I just mix up a cajun seasoning myself, but since he was going out...why not? I also needed some Philadelphia cooking creme. Original. I needed him to pick some up because I realized that I only had the Italian one.
3 ingredients. Simple, right? He called me 2 times. For 3 ingredients. He couldn't fathom that cooking creme existed. I think he thought that I was an idiot and meant cream cheese. Yes, they are in the same section, but they are not the same thing. I told him to ask an employee. He agreed and hung up.
Not two minutes later, he called asking me if he could get creole seasoning instead of cajun seasoning. And then told me that he still hadn't found the cooking creme. I asked him if he found an employee. He said no. He hadn't even asked. For those of you who know Josh, you shouldn't be surprised. He will not ask anyone for help!
After asking someone for help (which was proceeded by a lot of fussing from me), he found it. It was right next to the cream cheese, where he was looking. He said that I told him the wrong color of the tub, so it was my fault.
Now, I didn't write this to rag on Josh, but to rag on all men. One of the most infamous stories about my father was when he bought us Happy Meals from McDonald's when it was buy one get one free. He ordered 3 Happy Meals, because he had 3 children. When the cashier told him that he could get one more free, he declined, because he only needed 3.
Right?
My mom berated him when he got home, because we could have had a free Happy Meal!
That was 10 years ago. Never forgotten.
Dinner ended up being delicious, by the way. I'll do the shopping from now on.
Monday, September 19, 2011
TV Update. You're Welcome.
So, many things have happened in TV Land since I've written my last post...mainly, the Emmys!! It was kind of boring (sorry Jane Lynch, I will always love you) but some shows got acclaim that haven't before, and it was pretty exciting....
First of all, Modern Family basically swept the comedy category. Modern Family was definitely the Goliath, but it is honestly one of the funniest shows on television. There is not an episode where I don't laugh out loud. Now, when it came to the winners of the best supporting actor and actress. I was convinced that Ed O'Neill and Sophia Vergara were going to win, but it was actually Julie Bowena and Ty Burrell who won. (Phil and Claire Dunphy.) Now, I just love them all. I didn't care who won!
When the nominees for best actress in a comedy were announced, they all ran up and stood in a line like it was a beauty pageant. It was so funny! But, the best part was when Melissa McCarthy won for her role on "Mike and Molly." I love this show. I thought it was so underrated. The look on her face was priceless; she really didn't think that she was going to win!
For best actor in a comedy, Jim Parsons won for his role on "Big Bang Theory." I love this show, too! (It's hard finding one that I don't like, actually.) Parsons has won before, and this year, I really wanted Steve Carrell to win for his last season on "The Office." I thought that he did so so so well. Now, I don't really know if I'll watch the show. I think that they just should have ended it, honestly.
Modern Family won best comedy. Surprise, surprise.
Now, on to drama. For best supporting actress, Margo Martindale, who I've seen as a character actress in some random movies, won for her role on "Justified." Now, I've never seen this show, I have a super weak stomach, but my dad loves it. I also know that it's another underrated show. For best supporting actor, Peter Dinklage, from "Game of Thrones" won. Another show that I've heard is really good, but I wouldn't be able to see on account of how I'd barf. When I read that last sentence out loud, I sounded like Opie from "The Andy Griffith Show." Ugh. I've turned into a redneck.
Moving on...Julianna Margulies won best actress in a drama for "The Good Wife." I didn't care. I don't watch that show, so obviously I wasn't paying attention. Now, Kyle Chandler won best actor for his role on "Friday Night Lights." He has been the ultimate Emmy underdog since, like, how long the show has been on, so, forever. It was pretty exciting to see him get recognition, and he was so shocked by it, too! So sweet. It's nice to see humble celebrities.
Mad Men won for best drama, and EVERYONE thought that it was going to sweep all the drama categories. It was the Goliath, and it was brought down by the little David (s). Now, don't get me wrong. I luuuurrrrrve Mad Men, and I especially love Jon Hamm. This show makes me want to drink scotch at work, and I can't stand scotch. It also has one of the coolest theme songs ever.
For Mini-Series, or made for TV Movies, everyone thought that Mildred Pierce was going to win everything. Kate Winslet and Guy Pearce both won for best supporting actor and lead actress, but my personal favorite, "Downton Abbey," won everything else: writing, direction, best supporting actress (Maggie Smith) and best miniseries or TV Movie! Barry Pepper won best lead actor, which I thought was funny because everyone thought that The Kennedys was pretty craptastic.
The Daily Show won best variety show. I love the Daily Show, no qualms there. I did think it was sweet when Jon Stewart, in his acceptance speech, talked about what a good show Stephen Colbert has. Awww.....
Basically all the Emmys did was get me excited about all of my shows starting!! Yay!!!!!
Moving on to reality shows.......
I'm not watching Hell's Kitchen anymore. I refuse. I don't want anyone to win, and I think that the producers just want drama, not actual cooking talent. It's like a white trash "Top Chef." For those of you who don't watch, there were 5 people left: Will, who I kind of wanted to win, Paul, who I also kind of wanted to win (they were the 2 best chefs) Jennifer, the obese one whom I absolutely loved and who won all of the challenges for the ladies, Tommy, who I'm positive is stoned 24/7, and Elise, the crazy crazy lady who the producers have kept on too long just for the sake of drama and ratings. Jennifer had a bad dinner service that night, the first one all season, and Elise was on the fish station. Elise didn't cook one piece of fish right the whole time, and she was sent out. The guys decided to put Elise and Jennifer up for Ramsay to kick out, and Elise made a plea with the guys. She said that if they backed her up, she would help them. I thought Will and Paul had more sense than that.
So, Ramsay was trying to decide who to send home, and Will and Paul actually said that Elise was the better chef! I was absolutely shocked. Jennifer was standing there, with her mouth hanging open, stunned that everyone was against her. The only one who stood up against this nonesense was Tommy, who Ramsay just assumed was high and ignored. He kicked out Jennifer, and I felt so bad for her. I realized that this is a show just run by producers, and I don't feel like watching it ever again. I mean it! There are honestly tons of shows I already watch, I'll manage.
Speaking of other shows......Rachel won Big Brother!!! I was so so so so so happy, and I know that a lot of you in bloggerdom hate Rachel because she's obnoxious. Yes, she's annoying, but she won so many challenges, and she's been the underdog for so many weeks now.
Sigh.
All my shows start this week! Yay!
First of all, Modern Family basically swept the comedy category. Modern Family was definitely the Goliath, but it is honestly one of the funniest shows on television. There is not an episode where I don't laugh out loud. Now, when it came to the winners of the best supporting actor and actress. I was convinced that Ed O'Neill and Sophia Vergara were going to win, but it was actually Julie Bowena and Ty Burrell who won. (Phil and Claire Dunphy.) Now, I just love them all. I didn't care who won!
When the nominees for best actress in a comedy were announced, they all ran up and stood in a line like it was a beauty pageant. It was so funny! But, the best part was when Melissa McCarthy won for her role on "Mike and Molly." I love this show. I thought it was so underrated. The look on her face was priceless; she really didn't think that she was going to win!
For best actor in a comedy, Jim Parsons won for his role on "Big Bang Theory." I love this show, too! (It's hard finding one that I don't like, actually.) Parsons has won before, and this year, I really wanted Steve Carrell to win for his last season on "The Office." I thought that he did so so so well. Now, I don't really know if I'll watch the show. I think that they just should have ended it, honestly.
Modern Family won best comedy. Surprise, surprise.
Now, on to drama. For best supporting actress, Margo Martindale, who I've seen as a character actress in some random movies, won for her role on "Justified." Now, I've never seen this show, I have a super weak stomach, but my dad loves it. I also know that it's another underrated show. For best supporting actor, Peter Dinklage, from "Game of Thrones" won. Another show that I've heard is really good, but I wouldn't be able to see on account of how I'd barf. When I read that last sentence out loud, I sounded like Opie from "The Andy Griffith Show." Ugh. I've turned into a redneck.
Moving on...Julianna Margulies won best actress in a drama for "The Good Wife." I didn't care. I don't watch that show, so obviously I wasn't paying attention. Now, Kyle Chandler won best actor for his role on "Friday Night Lights." He has been the ultimate Emmy underdog since, like, how long the show has been on, so, forever. It was pretty exciting to see him get recognition, and he was so shocked by it, too! So sweet. It's nice to see humble celebrities.
Mad Men won for best drama, and EVERYONE thought that it was going to sweep all the drama categories. It was the Goliath, and it was brought down by the little David (s). Now, don't get me wrong. I luuuurrrrrve Mad Men, and I especially love Jon Hamm. This show makes me want to drink scotch at work, and I can't stand scotch. It also has one of the coolest theme songs ever.
For Mini-Series, or made for TV Movies, everyone thought that Mildred Pierce was going to win everything. Kate Winslet and Guy Pearce both won for best supporting actor and lead actress, but my personal favorite, "Downton Abbey," won everything else: writing, direction, best supporting actress (Maggie Smith) and best miniseries or TV Movie! Barry Pepper won best lead actor, which I thought was funny because everyone thought that The Kennedys was pretty craptastic.
The Daily Show won best variety show. I love the Daily Show, no qualms there. I did think it was sweet when Jon Stewart, in his acceptance speech, talked about what a good show Stephen Colbert has. Awww.....
Basically all the Emmys did was get me excited about all of my shows starting!! Yay!!!!!
Moving on to reality shows.......
I'm not watching Hell's Kitchen anymore. I refuse. I don't want anyone to win, and I think that the producers just want drama, not actual cooking talent. It's like a white trash "Top Chef." For those of you who don't watch, there were 5 people left: Will, who I kind of wanted to win, Paul, who I also kind of wanted to win (they were the 2 best chefs) Jennifer, the obese one whom I absolutely loved and who won all of the challenges for the ladies, Tommy, who I'm positive is stoned 24/7, and Elise, the crazy crazy lady who the producers have kept on too long just for the sake of drama and ratings. Jennifer had a bad dinner service that night, the first one all season, and Elise was on the fish station. Elise didn't cook one piece of fish right the whole time, and she was sent out. The guys decided to put Elise and Jennifer up for Ramsay to kick out, and Elise made a plea with the guys. She said that if they backed her up, she would help them. I thought Will and Paul had more sense than that.
So, Ramsay was trying to decide who to send home, and Will and Paul actually said that Elise was the better chef! I was absolutely shocked. Jennifer was standing there, with her mouth hanging open, stunned that everyone was against her. The only one who stood up against this nonesense was Tommy, who Ramsay just assumed was high and ignored. He kicked out Jennifer, and I felt so bad for her. I realized that this is a show just run by producers, and I don't feel like watching it ever again. I mean it! There are honestly tons of shows I already watch, I'll manage.
Speaking of other shows......Rachel won Big Brother!!! I was so so so so so happy, and I know that a lot of you in bloggerdom hate Rachel because she's obnoxious. Yes, she's annoying, but she won so many challenges, and she's been the underdog for so many weeks now.
Sigh.
All my shows start this week! Yay!
Friday, September 9, 2011
Her Fearful Symmetry
I just finished this book, and it's by Audrey Niffenegger.
It's so hard to describe, because it's technically a ghost story, but it's not scary. It starts with the death of Elspeth, a woman in Britain, who we later find out has a twin in America, with her own set of twins. Elspeth and Edie are estranged from each other, and we don't know why. Elspeth left her estate to the twins, Julia and Valentina, her nieces, whom she had never met. The only stipulation is that they had to live in her flat for a year.
I didn't finish this as fast as I do most books, because it does have a slow, steady start. However, whenever this book reaches a climax, it does so in a frenzy. I couldn't put this book down, because I was afraid I was going to miss something. It never occurred to me that this was a book and not TV, and I could just put it down.
This book doesn't have a genre. It deals with ghosts, but it's not a horror. It deals with relationships between sisters, but it's definitely not a chick flick. It has romance, but this is not a romance book. It just.....is. And I like books like that!
I'm not going to give away anything, but the end was not what I would expect at all! It was strange, but fitting.
Seriously, read it, and let me know what you think! Let's start an online book club!
It's so hard to describe, because it's technically a ghost story, but it's not scary. It starts with the death of Elspeth, a woman in Britain, who we later find out has a twin in America, with her own set of twins. Elspeth and Edie are estranged from each other, and we don't know why. Elspeth left her estate to the twins, Julia and Valentina, her nieces, whom she had never met. The only stipulation is that they had to live in her flat for a year.
I didn't finish this as fast as I do most books, because it does have a slow, steady start. However, whenever this book reaches a climax, it does so in a frenzy. I couldn't put this book down, because I was afraid I was going to miss something. It never occurred to me that this was a book and not TV, and I could just put it down.
This book doesn't have a genre. It deals with ghosts, but it's not a horror. It deals with relationships between sisters, but it's definitely not a chick flick. It has romance, but this is not a romance book. It just.....is. And I like books like that!
I'm not going to give away anything, but the end was not what I would expect at all! It was strange, but fitting.
Seriously, read it, and let me know what you think! Let's start an online book club!
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