Why I love this TV show

Am I really a guy? Well, then why do I gravitate towards these gritty dramas rather than a sweet show on the Hallmark Channel? Or the Oxygen channel?

I don't know. I just know what I like. And these guys can rescue me any time they want.

The show is Rescue Me. It was created by Denis Leary, who also stars, as a tribute to the NYPD as they deal with Life After 911. The show airs on the FX channel, but the new season won't be out until March 2009. And that's when Michael J. Fox joins the cast. Should be good.

Until tomorrow, my friends . . .

UPDATE! Here's where I got the snow. Thanks to my blogger friend, Daryl!

Vintage textile book giveaway and vintage George

Blogging friend Erin, over at The Good Life in Virginia, is hosting her very first Giveaway and you're all welcome to join in the fun. All that's needed is a valid e-mail address and a comment about one of your funniest holiday memories.

The winner will be awarded a copy of her vintage textile book and a little something extra. And I love vintage textiles!

So head on over. I'll be here when you get back.

Vintage George

Photo taken October, 2007

Tomorrow (Friday) I have the day off from school. Maybe I'll take my husband for a drive somewhere. It's been a couple of weeks since we last did that, and George would love to take a nice little walk somewhere. My husband is getting stronger and is doing allright.

Some have asked me to post more photographs of the inside of the house and I'd like you to know that I'm pretty wary of doing so and I'll tell you why. It's because this house isn't 'ours'. We're living in it and caretaking for it. There are still many things in the home that belong to the owners and it would be wrong to photograph it for public display. Besides, they've asked that I refrain from doing so on my blog. And until they asked, I hadn't even thought of it. I don't mind taking pictures of my own things, and every now and then showing another corner of one of the rooms that we're using, but just so you know where I stand, ok?

Survivor was on tonight and it's always a surprise to me when my husband tells me during dinner that "Survivor is on tonight." It's like a treat. I don't think about TV all day long and to find out that our favorite show is on is like a surprise. I'm an airhead sometimes.

So anyone watch tonight?

Greatest American Dog

We're watching Greatest American Dog, which apparently is one of my husband's favorite shows. Don't tell him that I've let out his little secret. He'd probably be embarassed. Heck, while we're at it, I'll clue you in that another favorite show of his is Wipe Out, but more on that later. Greatest American Dog is one of those reality shows. They bill it as "where proud pet owners live together and compete in a variety of challenges". The winning team takes home a quarter mil, so that's a huge incentive.

We're down to Laurie and Andrew, Travis and Presley and J.D. and Galaxy. You'd think I actually watched this show, wouldn't you? We were routing for the border collie, but we really didn't like his owner. And I'm using the term "we" loosely here, ok? Now that it's down to these last three, I could care less who wins. But, if I was forced to choose, though, I'd go for Travis and Presley. Although he's just a young dog, Presley the Boxer simply shines. Andrew the Maltese seems to go haywire when his owner isn't around and the dependency he has on her is just plain weird.

Uh-oh. There goes J.D. and Galaxy. They've just been eliminated. Oh, the humanity!

Ok. Enough of the dog show! It's just something silly to watch.

Besides, I have my own dog show. George is bouncing around the living room chewing on his green froggie, chasing toys and now he's licking old boot. He loves old boot, which is one of my husband's cast offs, full of barn and horse smells and oh my, it's so yummy when he brings it to me and drops it on my Ethan Allen couch. Yuk! it weighs a ton, too.

And now for your reading pleasure, I'd leave you with some dog quotes.

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"Dogs are our link to paradise. They don't know evil or jealousy or discontent. To sit with a dog on a hillside on a glorious afternoon is to be back in Eden, where doing nothing was not boring--it was peace." - Milan Kundera

"If you are a dog and your owner suggests that you wear a sweater. . . suggest that he wear a tail." - Fran Lebowitz

"What kind of life a dog . . . acquires. I have sometimes tried to imagine by kneeling or lying full length on the ground and looking up. The world then becomes strangely incomplete; one sees little but legs." - E V Lucas

"To err is human, to forgive, canine." - Unknown

"You can say any fool thing to a dog, and the dog will give you this look that says, `My God, you're RIGHT! I NEVER would've thought of that!'" - Dave Barry

And finally . . .

"I hope if dogs ever take over the world, and they chose a king, they don't just go by size, because I bet there are some Chihuahuas with some good ideas." - "DEEP THOUGHTS" by Jack Handy

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Until tomorrow, my friends.

Randomness

I took George for a good long walk after I got home from work today and I've been noticing more and more leaves on the ground lately. There is a definite chill in the air this evening, as I write this, and I may have to get my lap blanket while I read on the couch tonight.

Oh, my gosh. I just read those last two sentences back and can't believe how unbelievably exciting my life is. Zoinks!

And SHAZAMM.

So I'm walking in the woods, under the canopy road. This is a road that's covered with low-hanging trees and runs along a good portion of the property of this farm and a property next door that has a big herd of black angus on it. It was perfect walking weather and as I came around the bend where you get a big glimpse of the cattle, I hit a warm patch and this wonderful scent suddenly hit me. I immediately felt like I hadn't a care in the world, that everything was great, and then it passed. And I stopped.

It was weird. I walked back to the spot at which I felt this way, and realized that it was the scent that had overcome me. It was of freshly mown grass that had been lying in the sun. And it had taken me back to my childhood for a few seconds!

I smiled, and continued on and remembered an old M.A.S.H. episode that had something to do with olefactory overkill. I mean, not that this was, because it was a good thing for me.

But in the M.A.S.H. episode, Hawkeye Pierce suddenly begins sneezing. And it's not funny, because he can't seem to stop. Finally, Col. Potter calls in the psychiatrist, and through digging in Hawkeye's past, he finally discovers that it was a scent that had triggered this response. I looked online for the script to this episode, and came up empty handed. I do know that it's called "Bless You, Hawkeye" but I think I'm getting it confused with "Goodbye, Farewell and Amen", the last episode.

Hawkeye had been on a bus that had broken down or something, and he was working on a soldier who'd been hurt and a Korean woman had a baby who was crying. They had to be quiet, because there were enemy troops nearby. Hawkeye told her to make it stop. He said it over and over, but in his memory, he replaced the baby as a chicken. It wasn't until the army psychiatrist made him remember that it was actually a child that had been smothered in order to protect everyone on the bus, that he was able to move on.

Does anyone else remember this episode?

Does anyone else have any idea why I'm rambling on so much?

Oh, and these pictures don't have anything to do with this post. But I think you've already figured that one out.

Until tomorrow, my friends.