Perhaps the diet has deprived my brain of a few brain cells, but I am having some fun watching mindless TV again. First of all, American Idol is back (yay!) and that is always a fun diversion and a family TV watching tradition that I don’t grow tired of. I really don’t have much to say about the show yet because they’re still showing auditions. What I will say, however is that the people who edit this show certainly don’t want to show us to many of the good folks because I have yet to see one that I really like. So far, it’s like MEH! Is the show getting old?? Hmm…I hope not! It’s something that I look forward to however after last year’s disaster season, I am wondering if maybe Idol should bid itself a fond farewell when Simon exits the show. After he’s gone, what’s the point in watching? I will say, however that I look forward to seeing Ellen on the show. Hopefully that won’t be a disappointment.
My other guilty pleasure is General Hospital. I have been watching this show off and on for about oh gosh… let me see… going on 30 years. YIKES! Yes…I started when I was a mere babe… I have my oldest brother and big sister to blame for that one. As teenagers they were charged with picking me up from school each day and keeping an eye on me until Mom and Dad got home from work. If I didn’t high-tail it out of class when the bell rang, there would be hell to pay – especially if my brother missed one minute of the Ice Princess storyline or Heaven forbid, Luke and Laura’s wedding. So I would watch the show with them. My first crush was Jeff Webber…aka MacGyver… or in real life Richard Dean Anderson… it was the dimples, what can I say? And then came along Noah Drake… Oh boy. Be still my 10 year old pre-pubescent heart – Rick Springfield. So yeah, I have been a soap loving dork a long time. But I suppose lots of that changed once I met my husband and started to build a life for myself. I guess my own personal soap opera was enough for me because I lost track of the show for a while.
I started back in it a few years ago and when Mike died, I found it a great diversion from reality. Frankly, it did my heart good to see people – even fictional ones – go through worse trauma than I was going through. Call me crazy…. call me delusional… I don’t care. I escape. I enjoy. I am a fan. And I don’t think there’s anything much wrong with that…
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