Category — TV & Movies

Yesterday, Caelyn and I were out walking and I almost, sort of had the urge to run. This is only significant because I only have the urge to run when I encounter anyone in the Apoidea family.

(Skip to the bold sentence right now to get to the point of this post and not read my feelings about running.)

I’ve tried running before. My High School buddies C.C. and Jeremy had this great plan for the three of us to run together every week (and memorize Bible verses — strengthen the body, strengthen the spirit), which in itself is kinda weird, but if you knew C.C. and Jeremy you wouldn’t think so. (Or maybe you would.) That venture ended with me telling Jeremy that it was stupid to insist that the only way a memorized verse was valuable was if it was word-for-word, comma-for-comma NIV, because any other translation or a misplaced pause or a forgotten “the” would decrease one’s witnessing effectiveness.

And with me saying, “Yeah, I don’t care about running enough to put up with my lungs burning like this.”

I had a good friend in graduate school who had never run before and just decided after attending a fund-raising event for kids with leukemia that she was going to run a marathon. And she did. She kept trying to get me to run too, but I decided to support a good cause in a way that didn’t involve me running 20+ miles at 4:30 in the morning and throwing up. (If you know the girl I’m talking about, you know she’s way more competitive and way tougher than me. I wish I had the discipline and determination to do something like that.)

It’s not that I’m anti-fitness. It’s not that I don’t think I should take care of my body because God made it. I walk. I do pilates. I cook with healthy ingredients and only eat junk food one meal a week. It’s just that I’m not one of those people who gets “addicted” to exercise, no matter how much I think I should take care of myself or how badly I want to be in shape. And with running . . . .

Well, why don’t I just list my excuses?

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My heart soars with the eagle’s nest! It’s finally new Office week!

“The Dinner Party” invites your favorite Scrantones back into your living room on Thursday night.

Here’s a taste of what’s on the menu:

If you need a little more preview excitement, check out the promo shots. But that’s all I’m giving ya. No spoilers. I don’t know about you, but on Thursday night, I don’t want to feel like I showed up at Chili’s only to find somebody had already eaten all the skillets of cheese.

But I will fill you in on what the cast has been doing all this time.

Just in case you forgot, you can read a play-by-play of the last episode, “The Deposition,” right here.

Better yet, Office Tally as the entire episode, courtesy of hulu, for you to enjoy. If you just don’t have the time, you can just close your eyes and picture Michael’s face as he tells the camera:

“You expect to get screwed by your company, but you never expect to get screwed by your girlfriend.”

Or at least that’s the money shot for me. When he tells David, “I think you’re a nice guy too,” is pretty good too, though.

Yeah, I know that’s how you feel about me right about now.

I gave you this new site, made promises about focused content, and then left you high and dry for a week. To top it off, the last time we talked, all I brought to the table was a Saved by the Bell video!

And I’m about to short-change you again.

It’s not that I don’t have plenty to write about. I started this nap session trying to decide between a post about workout music, how pregnancy (of all things) can be so not feminine, and cooking habits. I had the best intentions for updating Featured and Cool. I even had great plans for comment responding and commenting and facebookin’. (It’ll happen! Be patient with me, please!) But Caelyn’s been restless since about 20 minutes in, which means I keep having to resort to one-handed typing, and that’s not good for business. (That’s not good for anyone.)

So what’s a bloggin’ mama to do?

Let someone else do the work for her! No, not the 5 remaining loads of laundry and the toilet scrubbing. The blogging!

Caelyn and I have been watching Season 6 of Gilmore Girls. We just wrapped “Super Cool Party People,” so we’re maybe 3/4 of the way through.

WARNING: Anyone who hasn’t seen S6 and doesn’t want any major details revealed to him or her should stop reading right after that video.

I know Season 6 has a bad wrap — Rory and Lorelai apart, April, nobody communicating, new camera angles, heart-wrenching drama, shark jumping, and that ending. (Oh, that ending.) But I was excited to start it anyway because I haven’t seen it since it originally aired. And you know what?

It ain’t as bad as you remember.

A lot of it is really good. I even enjoy some of the new techniques those Pallidinos tried out in this, their final GG, season.

Honestly, I suspected I might feel this way. I figured there was a good chance that I was just looking back on the season through the filter of the S6 finale . . . and, well, I was right. (I’m a little suspicious that my feelings about the series finale may have been colored by the S6 finale and the awkwardness of the S7 opening episodes too. But we’ll find out when we get there.) Nonetheless, there are still some problems that can’t be explained quite that easily.

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This post was supposed to be about the things I’m excited about today:

• Oranges back in season!
• Old jeans back on!
• Elliott Smith!

(I didn’t actually have anything new about Elliott Smith to be all excited about. I’ve just been listening to some of my favorite of his albums while Caelyn’s been napping, and I figure that’s worth being excited about.)

I even had pictures for you and videos and all kinds of heart-pounding content.

Unfortunately, all my excitement has been trumped by the fact that Wordpress and I aren’t speaking at the moment. And Caelyn just popped up from her nap, crying. And Chris has a sore throat. And I spilled coffee on the aforementioned jeans.

Make that almost trumped.

Oh, Hot Sundaes, you make my troubles seem to disappear:

I love Kelly’s black-and-purple striped leotard. If there’s one thing you really need when you’re working out, it’s a turtleneck.

Tell me you feel better too.

I gave you fair warning, but I guess it’s still possible that you’ve been wondering where I’ve been, so:

The familia’s been keeping me busy all over this city (er, metroplex).

Chris went to Indianapolis this week. My sister and niece came in on Tuesday and stayed through this morning. (My brother-in-law joined them, after finishing up business in Shreveport, on Thursday.) My parents came in on Thursday evening, as did my grandmom. And they all corralled at my Aunt and Uncle’s house in Dallas.

I was wrong about them not gracing my doorstep, though, so it’s a good thing I cleaned. Here’s a brief itinerary:

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