All My Children

Yes, the soap. I can't help it; I've been hooked on that show on and off since Jr. High. Right now it's pissing me off.

First of all, have they gone to a different kind of film or camera, or are they letting monkeys operate the cameras now? Because there's a completely different look to the show, and sometimes the camera wiggles like a new camcorder owner is operating it.

Second of all, I am so MAD at the stupid Kendall/Zach/Dixie/half of Pine Valley story line. I like Kendall, and it was so nice to see her finally find some happiness (all two days of it) with Zach. And nice to see him smile, because yowza is he fine when he smiles. I think brooding is overrated. And most of the guys in Pine Valley brood. A lot. Except for Jamie Martin.

Anyway, I admit that I was a sucker for the Dixie/Tad thing in the past. True love and all that soap hogwash. But after the whole David business, followed by her "death," I am so over Dixie. Can't freaking stand her. At all. I mean it. Especially now that she's set her sights on a married man. Who is obviously not blameless. Who is just so ridiculously chivalrous and stupid and aaaggghhh...

Let me pause right here to say that I KNOW IT'S PRETEND. I KNOW IT'S HOLLYWOOD. So I guess my point is that I can't stand the storyline that the dumb butt writers have come up with. I'm not really mad at Dixie or Zach or Kendall for putting up with the bullcrap. Because there is no Dixie or Zach or Kendall. But it sure is fun to pretend that it's real for a few minutes every now and then. But not when everyone's miserable. So it's the writers that I'm mad at, for making one of my guilty pleasures not so pleasurable any more.

That is all.

Peeved

At times, I can be so irritable, and about the smallest things.

See, I have two dogs, whom I love dearly, who love to eat gross items of a feminine or personal hygiene nature. Anything in that classification of items, they view as delicacies. Gag. For example, dirty Q-tips, used kleenex, and unmentionables of the feminine nature. Used. Gag again. I have a small trash receptacle on my nightstand where I discard Q-tips, otherwise I would wake up with little bald pink sticks all over the floor every morning. No lie.

My major problem is currently the master bathroom trash. Where I discard the unmentionables. Not the monthly unmentionables, just the daily "freshness" unmentionables. With me so far? Okay, so the bathroom door will not close all the way because of I don' t know what, probably foundation issues that I don't even want to think of. Bear sneaks in there in the dark of the night and knocks over my heavy metal with a foot pedal trashcan, and drags unmentionables and ick and yuck all over my bathroom and bedroom. Every night. So I've been putting the trashcan in the closet or the bathtub every night, but it just DRIVES ME CRAZY to have to retrieve it every morning. Because I use that trashcan every day, all day long.

Oh crap, I just figured out the answer, and the now all two of my readers will know that I'm a lazy ass, because I bet my mother-in-law would say, "Why don't you just empty the can every night before you go to bed?" And I guess I should. Except that I'm a lazy ass, as I may have already mentioned. But I guess emptying the stupid trash can every night is not as bad as having ick and yuck all over the place every morning.

Okay, thank you for your attention. Peeve solved.

Long time, no...

I haven't been around much, and I really couldn't say why. I know that the original name of my blog, "Trixie's Rants" didn't float my boat, but I couldn't really think of anything better.

Also, I still haven't decided how much or little of personal details to expose, because of that whole "who might stumble on my blog" question.

And finally, I can be a bit of a lazy ass sometimes, or often, or whatever. And I just didn't feel like I had anything cute or interesting to post. So I didn't.

So last weekend Big Daddy and I were at the Fantasy Football draft at our church. I decided to pick my own team this season instead of just trying to run his team. I was doing great, until it came time to pick the name of my team, and I got stumped. As usual. And BD suggested "Dirty Laundry." Because as all mothers know, my life is consumed with Dirty Laundry.

And so I decided that my little ole journal here would henceforth refer to same Dirty Laundry, and my intention to become the Queen of it. Meaning that I will conquer and rule over it, not that I will sit on top of it regally.

The end.