I have to confess that I am watching "High Society" on the CW. It is so bad, and so disheartening, and yet so addictive. I even got L to watch, and there is nothing on there remotely connected with cars, welding, or animals. I think he was so appalled and amazed that he had to keep watching. It's that kind of show.
The show is about blonde, skinny Tinsley Mortimer, New York socialite, and her newly single life. The whole thing seems totally fake-real, totally scripted. It is so obvious that most of the time these non-actors are having to say lines that make them nervous. There is one scene where Tinsley is walking down the street in Paris with her new German Prince boyfriend and he wants to stop filming because she says something they didn't plan on her saying. He gets super huffy and acts like an ass. The cameramen film the whole argument, so that becomes the scene. Her awful mother, who behaves like a petulant teenager most of the time, usually looks like she is going to start giggling because she may mess up her lines...they all seem totally staged.
This is the incredibly hateful Jules Kirby, who hates Jews and Blacks but dreams of working at the United Nations someday. Srsly. And this photo is VERY airbrushed. Girlfriend has tons of sun damage and usually looks stoned.
This is Malik So Chic, party planner. Hahahahahahahahahaha!!!!! He is one of the few people of color on the show that isn't making some bitch's bed.
I'm a little embarrassed by my new found knowledge of these shallow, silly people. But there you go.
I don't know if that posting title is accurate...but I couldn't think of anything quite snappy enough to welcome myself back into the blogsphere. "I'm baaaack" was one option, but that would be stealing from a scary movie that I haven't even seen, because I'm too scared to see it, so it got the no vote. "Hello!" was sparkling and cheery, but, you know, am I REALLY sparkling and cheery?
Well, anyhoo. After Jemma died at the very beginning of January, and was just done. Everything was too much: my sweet cat gone, my dad's Alzheimer's progressing, my family's denial of the repercussions of this, my difficult, DIFFICULT third grade class, my constant, severe hip pain...it was overwhelming.
Things have gotten better, and while my problems have not all disappeared and I'm not dancing around turning lemons into lemonade and singing jaunty tunes, I am dealing with things more proactively and am able to at least see the sunny side of the street a little more often.
So here is a list of three happy things. Just to get the ball rolling for me again. :)
This interior design shoot. The table in front of that fireplace is so yummy!
This pic from etsy, via Regretsy. This website is so funny, though I do feel a little sad for people that have their craft dreams laughed at. I do like these little bags...it's just the initials...you know, they spell cr...well, you know.