Why Can’t I Stop Watching Bad TV?

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The other night, my husband and I endured watched Rizzoli and Isles, as we do just about every week when it’s new. If you haven’t had the pleasure, it’s a “cop show” in which Detective Jane Rizzoli and Medical Examiner Dr. Maura Isles are BFF’s who “solve crimes” in between shopping trips, dating fiascos, and life lessons about love, responsibility, and sticking up for the little guy. I believe it’s the longest running after school special on TV.

I put “solve crimes” in quotes because the characters don’t so much investigate as stumble across the perfect clue after forty-five minutes of strengthening their relationships with cheeseburgers and corny jokes. Not that I’m complaining.

So you might wonder, “Hey Nicole, if you hate it so much, why not just switch it off?”

I’ve been asking myself that same question for years. Here are a few theories I have:

1.I enjoy the complaining.

Here’s what goes on in my living room during Rizzoli and Isles:

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Isles: I won’t rule it a homicide until I’m able to examine the evidence. I can’t be certain of the cause of death until I get the victim back to the lab.

Rizzoli (rolls eyes): Maura, come on. The man’s got a bullet hole right between the eyes! Do you think maybe the bullet lodged itself in that one unnecessary corner of his brain that he doesn’t need for-I don’t know-living? Then he went walking around until he was hit by a bus?

(Korsak and Frankie chuckle and shake their heads)

Isles (laughing): Well it’s possible.

Me: Dear God, could this show get any cheesier?

Matt: Come on, honey. All cops rib each other with corny jokes containing absolutely no profanity or humor.

Rizzoli (reads her caller ID): Ugh, it’s Ma. Frankie, you gotta take this one!

Frankie: Hey, it was your idea to sign her up for speed dating.

Rizzoli: Yeah, but now she wants to give me all the details on every single guy she meets. Maura, you talk to her.

Isles (laughing): I have talked to her. I’m encouraging her to be more adventurous with her romantic escapades. It’s important for menopausal women to-

Rizzoli: Uh, never mind! My mother doesn’t need you acting as her-I don’t know-menopause madam.

(All 4 characters chuckle together and shake their heads)

Me: How is her phone still ringing?

Rizzoli (answering the phone): Yeah, Ma…sorry, I can’t hear you. Bad connection.

(Rizzoli makes faces at Isles, Frankie, and Korsak, who all chuckle silently.)

Rizzoli: What’s that? No, I can’t…But Ma I’m…Alright. Yeah, I’ll be there. Fifteen minutes. (Hangs up the phone.) Now I gotta go meet her at Korsak’s bar. O000h, this is going to be so painful!

Korsak (laughing): Don’t worry. I was just on my way to check on the inventory anyway. I’ll try to cushion your conversation.

Isles: We’ll all go. I could use a burger.

Frankie: Even me?

Rizzoli: Yes, you! She’s your mother too!

Frankie: Aw, man! Why did you have to drag me into this?

Rizzoli (gives Frankie a noogie): Because you’re my brother, now scoot!

Me: So I guess they just forgot about the dead body?

Matt: Don’t worry. Just before the end of the episode, the solution to the crime will fall into their laps.

2.It’s kind of a tradition

What would my Monday nights be like with no Rizzoli and Isles? Margaritas on the deck? Conversations with my husband? Getting an extra hour of sleep? Wait, maybe I need to re-think this tradition.

3. Do I actually like the show?

Are any of the above really good enough reasons to stick with a show for 6 seasons? I mean, do I really like complaining that much? Don’t Matt and I enjoy chatting over drinks on our back deck?

Maybe I like corny jokes. I do find the brightness and cleanness of the show a little refreshing. At least I’m not watching a story about depraved human beings doing awful things to each other.

I don’t know. Maybe I’ll never know! Join us next time as we over-analyze and complain about Major Crimes! (Subtitle: It’s like The Closer, but we’ve taken out the clever plot twists, and added in a creepy romantic relationship between the two least sexy characters on TV.)

 

Are there any shows you love to hate? Send them my way in the comments!

 

 

14 Things I Thought You Should Know

  1. There should be a nursing mom superhero who busts out of her shirt Incredible Hulk style when it’s time to feed the baby. The Hooter Hider could be her cape.
  2. Someday I want to visit the Land of Missing School Supplies so that I can sneak into the pen and pencil huts that the trolls there must live in and steal all their toilet paper.
  3. I wish I had a bigger social media platform so that I could start a campaign to get somebody to write a fictional character based on Donald Trump. This guy never stops offering material.
  4. If God wanted me to weigh 120 pounds, I really don’t think He would’ve created wine.
  5. Three things you don’t mess with: snakes, tornadoes, and Stefano DiMera.
  6. My 7-year-old just correctly used “Booyah” in a sentence. That’s how you KNOW I’m from PG County. What! What!
  7. Plus, my kids know how to do “The Butt.” (See #6.)
  8. Sweeping my kitchen floor is really a futile effort, especially when my dog isn’t home.
  9. Confession: I really hate that “Happy” song. And I have no idea what a room without a roof is supposed to feel like.
  10. When I was a kid, I thought “ring around the collar” was the number one laundry problem faced by moms across the country every day. Now that I do the laundry for 6 people, I have never seen it on an actual shirt. Was this ever really a thing, or did the Wisk commercials just make it up?
  11. Sometimes it comes in handy to have a husband who is a huge math nerd. Thanks, honey. 🙂
  12. How is it possible for microwave popcorn to be 130 calories un-popped but only 55 when it’s popped? And who is this jackass eating it un-popped anyway?
  13. This is how you know my life is out of control: When I plan out my day, I have to factor in time to pee.
  14. Do your Kegels, people. Do your Kegels. If you don’t, someday, you will be stretching at the gym in front of some young chick who thinks she’s way hotter than you. You’ll have your legs spread on a mat on the floor, and you will sneeze. And you will wish you’d done your Kegels (and maybe planned one more pee break). Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

What’s your random thought of the day? I’d love to hear from you!

The Time Suck

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I need to be writing. I mean I really need to be writing. My book has been on hold since the day my youngest son was born, and I absolutely, positively, need to get back to it!

Everyone says, “Well, you’ve got a pretty good excuse!” And that’s true. And don’t get me wrong, nothing is more important to me than being a mom right now. It’s just that this whole “Hopefully-I’ll-have-time-to-write-tomorrow” thing is driving me swirly-eyed cuckoo, and my kids are starting to look at me like this:

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In an effort to at least get something down on paper, here is a list of things I’ve done this week instead of writing: Continue reading

Can you answer these 5 basic questions?

Who comes up with these Facebook quizzes? You know, the ones that ask you to answer a list of “basic” questions, and then reward you with a title such as “PhD Level Botanist!” for knowing that grass is green.

Don’t get me wrong. I get sucked into quizzes as much as anyone else, but some of the answers to these questions are so obvious, I wonder if they’re churning them out in an overseas call center from the glossary of a second grade text book.

Here is an actual example that I swear I did not make up from a quiz I took yesterday called, “Can You Answer 11 Basic Medical Questions?”

Which of the following is not a blood type?

A+

B-

LOL

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Goodbye 2014!

Photo courtesy Happynewyear.net

Photo courtesy Happynewyear.net

Since my New Year’s Resolutions from last year were pretty much a bust, I thought instead of coming up with a new list of things I probably won’t accomplish next year, I’d make a list of things I hope we can leave behind this year.

So here we are…

Five Things 2014 Can Take with Him When He Goes

(Don’t ask me why 2014 is a “Him.” It just came out.)

1. The 50 pounds of chocolate and sugar still in my house from Christmas. This is really all my fault. I bake cookies for people as Christmas gifts. Aside from my kids, nieces and nephew, and my diabetic aunt, I pretty much give everyone cookies. I’m not even very good at baking, Continue reading

Things I Will NOT Do Today

People write “To Do” lists all the time. You know what I think I really need? A NOT-To-Do list. I’m totally into staying positive, but honestly, couldn’t we all use a quick dose of “don’t do that”? Here are ten things that I will absolutely, under no circumstances, do today:

  1. I will not take my husband’s car keys with me to Starbucks, so that once I sit down and get three words into this brilliant blog post he has to call me and ask me to bring him the keys to his only form of transportation for driving our daughter to tae kwon do.
  2. I will not order a decaf salted caramel mocha, no matter how delicious it may be, because I have no time to work out on Saturdays and I can’t afford the calories.
  3. I will not punch in the face any jackass well-meaning stranger who kindly informs me that I shouldn’t be drinking caffeine, even though it’s DECAF for crying out loud, and maybe if I had a little caffeine coursing through my veins I wouldn’t be fantasizing about plucking your toenails out one by one and then serving them up to you in a frosty frappuccino!
  4. I will not misuse a word or use incorrect grammar or punctuation while arguing with an idiot debating someone with whom I disagree on the internet. Because, let’s be honest, nothing is more embarrassing than insisting you are the brilliant authority on some matter and everyone should marvel at your unblemished opinion, and then discovering later that you wrote “there” instead of “they’re.”
  5. I will not walk into any walls or furniture. Let’s just leave it at that.
  6. While preparing for my daughters’ special Halloween play date with their friends, I will not make anything that I’ve seen on Pinterest.
  7. I will not eat any of the spooky eyeball cupcakes that I will inevitably bake for said play date, because I can already see myself screwing up on item number 6.
  8. I will not take my eyes off of my dog if she enters my bathroom. And therefore, my dog will not dig through the contents of my bathroom trash, eating the first item she is able to swallow before I come in and catch her, and then vomit up said (extremely embarrassing) item in front of the guy who comes over to fix the heat pump.
  9. I will not search the house for my phone for thirty minutes before heading up to bed, only to discover that the phone has been in my hand the entire time.
  10. I will not stay up until midnight wondering where it all went wrong.

What are you NOT going to do today?

Adventures in Pinteresting

OK, I am not, technically speaking, Pinteresting. (Is that a word? It really should be.) I have a love/hate relationship with Pinterest. Actually, no, I have a “that could be useful to me every six months or so”/”Now I remember why I hate this so much” relationship with Pinterest.

A couple years ago, I made these “simple and easy!” snacks for my daughter’s pre-school celebration of Dr. Seuss’s birthday. Continue reading

Bad Dates Build Character (Or at Least Give You Good Stories to Tell)

Back in my single days, I dated my share of borderline psychotic unique guys.

There was Steve Bill (all names have been changed to protect each yahoo’s privacy), who, midway through a movie, stretched his eyelids open with his thumb and index finger and placed his eyeball directly on my bare knee. It wasn’t as slimy as you might think, but way, way creepier. Continue reading

Old Man Winter, It’s Time You Got Dumped

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Picture courtesy modernman.com

Let’s face it, Winter. We’ve never had what you might call a “healthy” relationship. Yes, I know, when you first showed up outside my window, I sat, chin resting on my hand, and stared lovingly at your gentle beauty. I made us cocoa and built us a fire. I even introduced you to my kids. Continue reading

Thank You for Washing

I realize I run the risk of coming off as a grumpy curmudgeon for writing this. (I’m not, really. I’m actually quite nice and more often happy than not, if you get to know me. I promise!) But even still, I’m going to write it. I feel like I owe it to my fellow Americans. Or at least my fellow bathroom users (which I’m assuming just about all of you are). Continue reading