Wow! This season's TV lineup is either sci-fi, horror, or crime. And then there's Lost. I don't know about you, but I've never been hooked on a show like this. I think about it all week wondering what in the world is going on. What's the deal with Desmond? Is the other half of the plane still there? "We're going to have a Locke problem..."
The space invasion shows Invasion and Threshold. Hmmm... while not exactly new territory, the way its being approached in these new series is at least a little refreshing. "Mommy, you smell different" just gives you chills no matter who you are. :)
And then the horror shows headlined by some of TVs best eye candy. Night Stalker was a bit uneventful, but Stuart Townsend, well, there's nothing else to say about that but see you next week.
So my brain is slowly polluting with network drivel, but as stressed as we've been lately perhaps we deserve a few mindless hours of escapism. Anyway, cheers to TV this season with shows that, if not life changing, at least engage your brain and imagination a bit.
Friday, September 30, 2005
Wednesday, September 21, 2005
On getting older...
It's a bittersweet thing getting older. Sure you have great wisdom and a wealth of experience, but why does your body have to fail?
We lost my grandfather in April. He had been living on borrowed time thanks to the wonderdrugs that scrubbed his arteries and kept the blood flowing, but that does not comfort in the face of the reality of him not being here.
We spent the weekend with my grandmother for her first birthday in 62 years without my grandfather. She was happy to have her family around her, but missing my grandfather. That in itself was sort of weird since their past 10 years together seemed to be more harping than happy. Still, there's comfort in just having someone there. My grandmother admits that she's very lonely sometimes even though she has a large group of friends. She asked my sister to move down and though it sounded like a joke, I know she meant it in some part of her subconcious.
For me, the worst thing was opening the closet door and seeing my grandfather's hat on the top shelf. It's one of those old-school felt hats with the band and the cocky little feather. I can see him in it.
I guess Lisa is feeling like me today - I hate gray eyebrows and hair too!
We lost my grandfather in April. He had been living on borrowed time thanks to the wonderdrugs that scrubbed his arteries and kept the blood flowing, but that does not comfort in the face of the reality of him not being here.
We spent the weekend with my grandmother for her first birthday in 62 years without my grandfather. She was happy to have her family around her, but missing my grandfather. That in itself was sort of weird since their past 10 years together seemed to be more harping than happy. Still, there's comfort in just having someone there. My grandmother admits that she's very lonely sometimes even though she has a large group of friends. She asked my sister to move down and though it sounded like a joke, I know she meant it in some part of her subconcious.
For me, the worst thing was opening the closet door and seeing my grandfather's hat on the top shelf. It's one of those old-school felt hats with the band and the cocky little feather. I can see him in it.
I guess Lisa is feeling like me today - I hate gray eyebrows and hair too!
Friday, September 16, 2005
On home studies
Having a home study is akin to interviewing for a job you really want and being totally unprepared. The counselor just left and our home study is complete. Wrung out, strung out, and emotionally drained is how you could describe us tonight.
Why is it that when making the most important life-changing decisions, we fail to take the most basic things into account? Like - would we adopt a medically fragile child? (no way to know how long the child may live) Would we accept a medically challenged child? (if so, what type of medical problem?)
Yah! Well, of course we want a healthy child, but how do you say "no" to a child no matter what his condition is? If we had been blessed enough to have a biological child, his or her health would have been a crap shoot, too. There are no guarantees with kids...
But it's over now and we must wait again. We keep iterating that we know God has the perfect child picked out for us... What does that mean and what may that mean to a change in our lives?
Baby boy or baby girl, we want you so much and are looking so forward to meeting you. Know that if you don't know anything else. We trust God and know He has a perfect plan for us.
Why is it that when making the most important life-changing decisions, we fail to take the most basic things into account? Like - would we adopt a medically fragile child? (no way to know how long the child may live) Would we accept a medically challenged child? (if so, what type of medical problem?)
Yah! Well, of course we want a healthy child, but how do you say "no" to a child no matter what his condition is? If we had been blessed enough to have a biological child, his or her health would have been a crap shoot, too. There are no guarantees with kids...
But it's over now and we must wait again. We keep iterating that we know God has the perfect child picked out for us... What does that mean and what may that mean to a change in our lives?
Baby boy or baby girl, we want you so much and are looking so forward to meeting you. Know that if you don't know anything else. We trust God and know He has a perfect plan for us.
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