I really love reality tv. Sometimes the 45 minutes (we DVR and fast forward through those pesky commericals) I spend with my husband on the couch breathing the same air and watching the same (ridiculous) shenanigans is what I look forward to ALL. DAY. Parked on the couch, staring blankly at the tv, taking in The Amazing Race, Survivor, Top Chef, Project Runway, America's Next Top Model, etc. Those last two watched after Chris is in bed--he just can't go there. All of that is build-up for the penultimate reality show for me--So You Think You Can Dance. . . I heart that show. Big times.
I find I'm wading through some serious exhaustion these days. This makes me either the laziest person on the planet or the full-time working mom of a three-year old, a nine-month old and finishing up my first trimester of my last pregnancy. When my OB asked how I was doing and I replied tired, he said it must be because I'm not taking my vitamins. Sure. That's why I'm so tired that even uploading pictures and editing them on my computer seems too much.
Clicking the remote? Totally doable. So that's where you'll find me these days. Upping my IQ with the boob tube. I mean, I do DVR Jeopardy and Private Practice. Okay, so the last one doesn't really help the IQ, but it's so darn goooood.
Showing posts with label trashy tv. Show all posts
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Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
Most Eligible Dallas?
Confession: I love me some trashy tv. Love it.
My latest exploration? Most Eligible Dallas on Bravo. I have a love-hate relationship with this insipid show. I stare at the people and wonder how they became to be so shallow and yet I can't move away from the screen. I stare and wonder, where do these people work? when do they have time to sleep? do all children of wealthy parents end up as not-so-hard-working socialites? do people across the nation assume that all Dallas-ites are that shallow?
Now Dallas is way different from Fort Worth. Wayyyy different. I typically turn up my nose at Dallas-ites, my husband is known to assert that he would NEVER live in Dallas. Before my sister up and decided to attend college in Dallas, I was certain of the same thing. But then something happened.. . I realized there's some great neighborhoods in Dallas. Great people. Great restaurants. Great shopping. Now, to be honest, I also realize that there's the plastic, shiny side of Dallas that makes me tired just to contemplate. This is the side featured in my trashy tv show. Inherited money, girls constantly shopping for husbands, big hair, big make-up, all-designer, all the time. Even a local radio host has fallen into the trap. Listening to him hosting shows on stations featuring oldies from the 60s, 70s and 80s, I assumed he was a fun-loving, family man. Fun-loving? Yeah. Family man? Yes, in so far as he has 4 ex-wives and numerous children. That's a lot of family time.
I digress. My point is that I can't stop watching because I have to know if Matt and Courtney finally kiss. Pathetic, but true. So if you are watching this out in trashy-tv-land, please know there are darn nice people in Dallas. We aren't all on the plastic, seen-to-be-seen scene.
Now back to America's Next Top Model, my original trashy tv addiction. All Stars? Even better.
My latest exploration? Most Eligible Dallas on Bravo. I have a love-hate relationship with this insipid show. I stare at the people and wonder how they became to be so shallow and yet I can't move away from the screen. I stare and wonder, where do these people work? when do they have time to sleep? do all children of wealthy parents end up as not-so-hard-working socialites? do people across the nation assume that all Dallas-ites are that shallow?
Now Dallas is way different from Fort Worth. Wayyyy different. I typically turn up my nose at Dallas-ites, my husband is known to assert that he would NEVER live in Dallas. Before my sister up and decided to attend college in Dallas, I was certain of the same thing. But then something happened.. . I realized there's some great neighborhoods in Dallas. Great people. Great restaurants. Great shopping. Now, to be honest, I also realize that there's the plastic, shiny side of Dallas that makes me tired just to contemplate. This is the side featured in my trashy tv show. Inherited money, girls constantly shopping for husbands, big hair, big make-up, all-designer, all the time. Even a local radio host has fallen into the trap. Listening to him hosting shows on stations featuring oldies from the 60s, 70s and 80s, I assumed he was a fun-loving, family man. Fun-loving? Yeah. Family man? Yes, in so far as he has 4 ex-wives and numerous children. That's a lot of family time.
I digress. My point is that I can't stop watching because I have to know if Matt and Courtney finally kiss. Pathetic, but true. So if you are watching this out in trashy-tv-land, please know there are darn nice people in Dallas. We aren't all on the plastic, seen-to-be-seen scene.
Now back to America's Next Top Model, my original trashy tv addiction. All Stars? Even better.
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