Sunday, September 02, 2007

S.O.S. means someone help me

I love the way the Republicans are crying foul, saying the Democrats are behind the push to get rid of Senator Larry Craig.
Like they wouldn't do the same damn thing if the situation was reversed.

If you're wondering when the season premiere of your favorite show is, you can check here. BTW, the COPS season premiere is this coming Saturday. YAY!!! I can't believe Men in Trees doesn't premiere until October 12th. What a mess ABC has made of that series. It went off the air abruptly in January or February, and they never ended the first season the way they promised. It's a great show, but they're going to fug around and lose their viewers. I can't even remember what half the story lines were about.

Knowing I inhale romance novels like coke addicts inhale the white stuff, Alex sent me this link, discussing the evils of the porn/romance novel connection. This article is rich with hilarious quotes, such as this one, "Anything that could lead Christians into a compromised lifestyle should be avoided at all costs." Damn, it would probably much simpler to list what that EXcludes in life. And I certainly wouldn't want to be married to THIS wild and woolly person, "Anything that causes one to fantasize has caused them to sin.' " Sounds like they'd be fun at parties, huh? Truthfully SOME of the "romance" novels ARE very graphic. But my quibble comes with calling them "romance." The Blaze line of Harlequin novels has most of the chicks falling into bed with the guy the same day they meet them. That's not romance. That's sex. Thankfully, most companies label their books so you know exactly what you're getting. Steeple Hill has a line of Christian romance novels that I read from time to time. My only problem is that they go to the complete opposite end of the lust scale, so there's no sexual tension AT ALL, and the couple seem more like best buds by the time most of the books come to an end. They rarely even kiss. And here's another great quote from this article: 'If the content brings lustful thought to your mind, put it down or you are sinning'." Good grief. Depending on who's on the cover, I can get lustful thoughts reading the TV Guide.

We had a Mass for my uncle on Friday night. It was the anniversary of his death two years ago. (In other words, it was a command performance that I HAD to attend or face the wrath of Mother Goddess. ) My niece has a 6 y.o. and a 8 y.o., and she just had a baby, so I told her I'd watch her son and daughter during Mass. (Obviously none of my offspring were with me. The last time they went to church during the week lightening struck the bell tower.) So I had her son to the left of me and her daughter to the right. We were singing in the song, "Bringing in the Sheaves," and my niece's son was singing "bringing in the thieves," and her daughter was singing "bringing in the sleeves." There I was, in the middle, laughing so hard I had to cover my face. Yes, nothing more respectful than laughing your ass off during a Mass for the deceased.

You know those "Mom always loved you best" t shirts? [Spawned, no doubt from the Smother's Brothers bit.] My offspring have t shirts that say, "Mom can't stand me the most."

Wow. Some women are so messed up when it comes to the men in their lives. Singer Amy Winehouse has convinced herself that she can't beat her drug addiction unless her husband goes through rehab at the same time. (Can you say, "making excuses," kids?) "He's my rock and as a married couple we need to go through everything together. Blake says he isn't going back to rehab -- but I can if I want. But I'm not going without him." She goes on to say, "I can't believe he even wants to be with me. I don't understand why. All I know is I'm the luckiest girl alive to have someone as caring as Blake ... I know I need help, but Blake's the only one who can help me. I don't want to lose him. I won't lose him. I want to make him happy -- like what he does to me." Yep, he loves her so much, he won't even put his own selfish needs aside and go through rehab with her. And he makes her so damn happy that she's slowly killing herself with drugs. Weeeeeeee! Ain't love grand? Sad, sad, sad. One can only assume he's the reason she sticks that disgusting beehive thing on the back of her head, too...

2 comments:

Lin said...

Goddess, I should fix you up with my friend, the Katlady in Orlando. She sent me a big box of those romance novel jobbies and undoubtedly has more. Even without power or computers, I thought "Eight hundred pages of bodice ripping!?! I just don't have that kind of eyesight or attention span any more."

*Goddess* said...

Oh gawd, no. I hate the "hystericals", as I call the "historicals." I'm strictly into modern day romance, although I started out reading those. They just seem tooooo long and include toooo much history. Of course, the current day romance novels often turn into travelogues, so they both have their drawbacks.