…discovering there’s more to life than being the mommy
Dooce’s post today got me reminiscing about the good ol’ days…the 80s. I was an 80s child and I’m proud of it.
Reading her post, I remembered: my Monchichi! My strawberry shortcake doll that still smells like strawberries, care bears, smurfs, cabbage patch kids, garbage pail kids and much more.
Are you an 80s child? What do you remember?
I was watching SoapTalk on SoapNet and they had a little discussion session. One of the things they were discussing was should soaps have happy endings or should the characters end up victims. I think we need happy endings. Of course it wouldn’t be a soap opera without the conflict…kidnap, rape, adultry, etc… but as Erin Torpey (OLTL, Jessica) mentioned, there is only so much a character can go through. This is so true…take Hope Brady for example. Anyone who’s watched Days of Our Lives knows that she has been through everything. She’s been kidnapped more than we could ever imagine and she’s been presumed dead several times as well. After so many times of her being a damsel in distress, it becomes very old news. I quit watching for a while…then pick it up again…lo and behold…Hope has been kidnapped once again. Then everyone thinks she is dead…except Bo of course. He would know if she were really dead.
I think the writers need to back off and put Hope on the back burner for a while. The character needs some peace in her life and I think the viewers need a break from seeing her going through another kidnap.
It’s great to have conflict…but I think I can speak for many. We would also like to see someone having fun and being in a loving relationship. Currently there are no couples that are really happy in any of the soaps I watch. They may think they are happy, but if you think about it..can you really name one that is truly happy and that are currently having no issues? I’d like to see just one in the whole mess.
Out in the backyard, the sky drew dark. The wind reared up. We knew the tornado was coming. We grabbed the dogs and ran instead to establish our “hiding place.” My sister and I were in a linen closet with pillows, blankets and the dogs. My dad was in the bedroom, mom was in the kitchen on her knees weeding through her tupperware in the cabinet. I saw the tornado coming through the window. The door to the closet was open. I yelled at mom, telling her to get in, that it was coming. It didn’t register with her. At the last split second, my sister and I grabbed each other and the dogs and curled up into a ball. Although my head was down, I could see as the monster grabbed my mom and tore her away from her position in the kitchen. A horrible nightmarish vision. Once it was all over…the ceiling was falling like dust yet was partially intact. The tornado has skidded right next to the house without actually ripping through it. My sister and I ran to the bedroom to my father. He was dressing to go out without a care in the world that my mother had just been victim to the monster that had rampaged our home. We screamed at him but it was no use…he just walked out to his “appointment.”
Then I rolled over. What a relief to realize everyone was safe and sound and the horror I had witnessed was really just a nightmare. Curling up in bed, I tried to get back to sleep.
Just watched Catch Me If You Can with Leonardo DiCaprio and Tom Hanks. Very good. It was a lot funnier than I thought it would be. I thought it would be drama, action…it had a huge comedy factor. I was laughing most of the movie.
Leo is a conartist who is making counterfit checks. Tom plays the FBI agent trying to catch him, but he is a master of disguise, sort of. It’s definitely on my to buy on DVD list.
I’m so worried about my husband. He is so overworked and stressed out and frustrated. I’m worried he’ll get depressed or have a break-down. Him and his coworkers have been working non-stop for the past two weeks trying to get ready for a major upgrade that is supposed to get implemented tomorrow.
He isn’t familiar with the new system and is very stressed. He worked straight through last weekend and will again this weekend. Almost every night he’s been getting home after 10pm and leaves again the next morning at 7am. Last night he came in at 2am…he was at work the whole time.
I’m afraid of what this mess is going to do to him. He’s already hating his job and wishing he was back in his old one…which was getting him nowhere. I’m just really worried and I hate that there isn’t anything I can do except be there when he calls to take a 5 minute break. And tell him I love him and hug him when he comes home bone tired. This weekend he may not even come home. I know he won’t tomorrow night…they are doing their upgrade thing so he’ll be there overnight.
I keep saying it over and over, but I’m really worried what all this stress and frustration and exhaustion will do to him.
My poor little doggie is hurt. 
Our new shepard mix that we got right after Christmas has somehow hurt her right front leg around the “elbow”. She’s been limping for about a week on it, and this morning we got up and she wouldn’t even put any weight on it at all. I took her to the vet first thing this morning and they are doing some x-rays on it to see if it possibly has been fractured. I hope it isn’t anything serious and I’m waiting anxiously for the vet to call and let me know what they have found out from the test results. I also hope it isn’t going to be too expensive.
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