Friday, August 31, 2007
Why is it that it is the morning you wake to a growling, hungry stomach because you forgot to eat dinner the previous night since you had a snack when you first got home and then became engrossed, first in a movie and then a new book as you waited for your favorite show to be broadcast late due to being interrupted by a pre-season football game that you wouldn't have watched if the "first string" players were playing, let alone the third, fourth, and fifth string players that they announced would be playing at the beginning, only to find out that your show isn't being shown later because your current television station is run by idiots who forgot to load the proper tapes thereby letting the reruns of reruns of reruns continue to play, so you are required to watch your favorite show on video but that's okay because you haven't seen it in awhile, and you are actually pleased because your video tape doesn't have commercials due to the fact that while amidst your laughter and tears the first time around you managed to pause during the recording at all the right places and so you enjoy your show and fall asleep with tears of happy sadness, but now it is morning and your stomach is really letting you know that the normal cup of tea is not going to be enough, that you realize you have absolutely no cereal, no eggs, no muffins, no bread, no breakfast food of any seeming shape or form because you were not in the mood the night before to stop at the store and so now you have no idea what you are going to feed the now ravenous monster that is taking up residence inside your belly as you stare blankly into pit of an empty refrigerator and then the cavern of an even emptier pantry and you know that you will not be able to wait until you have had time to shower and dress and drive to McD’s or any other establishment and so you settle for the only things that are available to calm the beast that has set up residency inside your body … the single serving container of mashed potatoes left over from dinner three nights previous and a small container of preservative laden chocolate pudding?
Yum! Now to figure out lunch.
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Well, it’s just that I found out a few things about the new ep … thought you should know before you got here.
Okay. Why am I suddenly nervous? Have we got a new writer that you think will suck with our characters?
What? They’re not going to try another alternate universe and make Dean wear pink this time are they?
I guess now you know why Kripke thought you needed some time off. They're fixing to put you through emotional hell again.
Seriously, Dude. Between Home ...
and then the two parts of All Hell Breaks Loose ...
the thing is just too painful to wear. It ends up wearing me out.
Don’t worry, Dude … I got you covered … I’ll protect you. I'll keep you laughing.
Yeah, Jared, I know you will.
Monday, August 27, 2007
There are the primary Family two … Daughter and Sister. It depends upon the circumstances of the day, how strong they are and how much a part of my brain they occupy. However, make no mistake. These two personalities are ALWAYS around, never leaving. For they have been around since the beginning … well, the daughter part has been. The sister part came six years later, but that’s a blog for another day.
Another personality that comes under the heading of Family is that of Aunt. Although, due to circumstances, she doesn’t get to come out often, she relishes the time that she does for she is also one that is always around.
There is a personality that is laughingly called “The Cindy”. While this one is akin to family and therefore always around, this one is reserved especially for only three people to view and is also a blog for another day.
In addition to these there are also various others that shape and create who is viewed by the world around her … these others would generally fit under two categories – Friend or Co-worker and would also depend upon the viewpoint of the various people she encounters. Some simply call her Cindy, while others would call her Miss Cindy, and a few have called her “The Keeper”.
However there are three personalities that are not simply ALWAYS around … they are the basis, the foundation of the blogger called CindyRose. They are Me, Myself and I.
Last night I had to sit down and have a discussion with Myself concerning Me. A heart to heart talk, if you will. It didn’t start out very well. It began with this:
“You’ve not been taking very good care of Me lately,” I said to Myself.
You can see how this would not be a good beginning. I was upset with Myself and so was a bit testy. Perhaps I should explain.
I am the one who takes the responsibilities. I am the daughter, the sister, the aunt, the Cindy, the friend, the co-worker. I am the one to say “I love you” or “I’m sorry” or “I’ll do it”. I am the one who has to find the way for Myself to take care of the things she is reponsible for such as paying the bills, cleaning the house, doing the laundry, making the meals, etc. I am the one who has to make certain that Me is taken care of by Myself. For I am the only one that can make this happen.
You see, I and Myself understand that the part that is Me is the part that needs constant care or she becomes sick or worn out or doesn’t get the things accomplished that keep the rest of us happy. It is Me that smiles when being greeted in the morning by a child’s soft smile and hug. It is Me that hurts so badly when a friend is troubled or in pain. It is Me that listens when someone needs to talk and it is Me that laughs at the silly stories or jokes of others. It is Me that is strengthened or wounded by words and/or actions from others and it is Me that takes the greatest pleasure in the enjoyment provided when I find a new book or a new story comes to Myself to be written.
So, you can see where I might be a bit upset with Myself for not taking good care of Me, can’t you?
However, as I talked, Myself jumped in and pointed out that she could not take all the responsibility for Me, that I am responsible as well. Back and forth the discussion went, with very little resolution, for, I admit, I was not willing to hear Myself talk. It wasn’t until we both took a moment and thought about Me distinctly and realized that she had just been sitting there listening and laughing to herself. You see she has always understood that it was a joint effort in taking care of each other. For the three of us … Me, Myself and I must all take care of each other, as one. Otherwise one of us will slip and take the rest of us down with them.
Although … as I was explaining this to Myself, a commercial came on the television and distracted Me and … well … let’s just go with the saying:
“It’s not a bad thing to talk to yourself and it’s not a bad thing when you question yourself. What is bad is when you don’t listen to yourself and therefore have to repeat it.”
Saturday, August 18, 2007
Thursday, August 16, 2007
Saturday, August 11, 2007
This was originally a picspam type poem that I did for a blog on the TVGuide site. However, reading the thoughts and comments of my blogbuddies there, and at the request of one, in particular (Rap - this is for you), I took it out and made some adjustments, added some pics and changed the format a bit. I have yet to figure out how to add my own music and the music the site offers just isn't right. So, you'll have to have the music in your head. I don't think that will be a problem with most people. The song is pretty well known. Anyway, I decided to post it here, as well as over in my TVGuide spot. Hope you enjoy.
Friday, August 10, 2007
The Bickersons came to my house this evening. For those who don't know, this is the name I have for my twin girlies when they decide to indulge in sisterly, ahem ... shall we say ... "love and affection". Tonight's display of "love and affection" revolved around who's turn it was to change the movie in the DVD player. After listening and watching this exchange for a few minutes, I played the "Grown Up" card. (I'm allowed to do this. After all, I AM the grown up.) I took the remote, which happened to be on my desk with me at the time, changed the setting from DVD to Video and pushed play. I wasn't sure which one, but I was certain it was a Supernatural video in the machine. I was right. As "In My Time of Dying" (Season 2, Ep. 1 for those who ... *gasp* ... are unaware) begins to play, so begin the groans, the "oh no!"s and various other statements saying they would rather watch anything else. Ignoring The Bickersons, who are now showing a united front, I continue to allow the video to play.
Monday, August 6, 2007
Wednesday, August 1, 2007
Even though, technically, he is your boss, it might be nice if someone could please offer some assistance to The Kripke in coordinating his clothing and his personal appearances in front of large audiences.
CW 2007 Winter Press Tour
San Diego Comic Con 2007
I'm sure he has other shirts and t-shirts he could wear.