So, let's just get this out there. I have fallen behind in the blogging.
Sure, I blogged about Cabo, but that was because I was feeling the PRESSURE to record those memories before they were out the window (along with everything else that comes in and out of my mind these days).
But, let me be a 100% honest about the real reason I have fallen behind on blogging.
I have 3 words for you.
FRIDAY.
NIGHT.
LIGHTS.
How did I not know about this show until it was off the air? Why did I not know about this show when it was FILMING IN THE DALLAS AREA, people? I would have been an extra and stalked those people like nobody's business. . . . I can assure you of that. It is my all time favorite show and I am crushed - CRUSHED, I TELL YOU - that I only have one half of Season Four and all of Season Five left to watch.
I have not been so enthralled with a show since 9 years ago when I watched back-to-back seasons of the greatness of Felicity every night from 2-4 a.m. when I was sitting up in a postpartum stupor and nursing twins and just trying to make it through the night. Was that too much information? Probably. I still cannot see a picture of Scott Foley, Scott Speedman or Keri Russell without flashing back to those LONG and DESPERATE nights. Such a good show, but such a hard time in the Amezcua household!
Do you people know about FNL? Do you know the greatness of Coach Eric and Principal Tammy Taylor? I want to BE Tammy Taylor with that flowing, perfect hair and always knowing the right thing to say and helping everyone and being a GREAT mom. And, let's face it, then I would be married to the hotness that is Coach Taylor.
I remember that actor (Kyle Chandler) on an episode of Grey's Anatomy. He got blown to pieces trying to diffuse a bomb that was in the hospital (GASP!) and I didn't even care. I thought his accent was annoying and I had no emotional attachment to him whatsoever! If Coach Taylor was blown to pieces by a bomb then I might never recover. NEVER! EVERRRRRRRRR! It brings a tear to my eye to think of it. And I could certainly listen to him talk ALL.DAY.LONG.
And I know many of you are rolling your eyes. . . .you probably aren't even reading this anymore and that is FINE. Because you don't know what you are missing. I have talked about this show to anyone and everyone. Some people think I need an intervention (obviously haven't ever watched it - CARLEY). Some people want to borrow my CLEAR EYES, FULL HEARTS, CAN'T LOSE, PANTHER FOOTBALL shirt (Christmas gift to myself, thankyouverymuch). Everyone who has watched it immediately starts spewing the greatness that was Friday Night Lights and how much they loved that show.
I am just completely and utterly enthralled with the fictional town of Dillon, Texas right now, folks, and I cannot break away to blog.
ESPECIALLY after my friend who shall remain nameless (she HATES it when I do that. . . .OK, it's Dasha) kept putting the bug in my ear about Netflix. "WHY do you not have Netflix?" she would question me. "Because I have Blockbuster by mail!" I would retort. We were both watching the same series, but she was watching it ON DEMAND. And I was watching it the "antiquated" way of waiting for Blockbuster to mail me the disc since they don't carry it in the store.
I knew it was becoming an obsession when I would turn my mailer disc in and get a new release from the store (which I had no intention of watching) and then I would get in my car and literally drive around the store and pull back up like I had not just left the same building 15 seconds before and return my new release in the slot in the front of the building so that they would check it in and then Blockbuster by mail would then ship me out the next Friday Night Lights release.
Yes, I really did that.
So, I asked Mike Peters to give me a tutorial on how to get this Netflix business.
His e-mail to me said, "Netflix.com. You are welcome!"
I am so thankful for such helpful friends. Sigh.
So, I FINALLY went online and figured it out myself. All I had to do was go to netflix.com and enter my information and VOILA! Less than five minutes later I was watching the next episode! And if I can watch them all during my free trial month and before Feb. 27 then I will have gotten 3 seasons for FREE! BLOCKBUSTER SHMOCKBLUSTER!
So now, every night as I should be sitting down to blog about my kids or what we have going on, instead I find myself typing in netflix.com and sitting down with the ol' computer to watch the greatness that is Tim Riggins. Or Matt Saracen. Or Coach Taylor. I could go on and on. But instead, I am going to go watch another episode or two and save the blogging for another day. I have about 20 episodes left and I am averaging 2-3 shows a night now that I can watch it on demand.
So, I will be back in about a week and a half when the series is done. I might actually shed a tear when I am finished with this greatness. But I will always have my t-shirt. And I might even go buy the whole series on DVD so I can start watching it all over again. Never mind the fact that our laundry is piled to the ceiling and I haven't looked at or spoken to my kids or my husband in WEEKS!
I am just kidding. Kind of.
Sure, I blogged about Cabo, but that was because I was feeling the PRESSURE to record those memories before they were out the window (along with everything else that comes in and out of my mind these days).
But, let me be a 100% honest about the real reason I have fallen behind on blogging.
I have 3 words for you.
FRIDAY.
NIGHT.
LIGHTS.
How did I not know about this show until it was off the air? Why did I not know about this show when it was FILMING IN THE DALLAS AREA, people? I would have been an extra and stalked those people like nobody's business. . . . I can assure you of that. It is my all time favorite show and I am crushed - CRUSHED, I TELL YOU - that I only have one half of Season Four and all of Season Five left to watch.
I have not been so enthralled with a show since 9 years ago when I watched back-to-back seasons of the greatness of Felicity every night from 2-4 a.m. when I was sitting up in a postpartum stupor and nursing twins and just trying to make it through the night. Was that too much information? Probably. I still cannot see a picture of Scott Foley, Scott Speedman or Keri Russell without flashing back to those LONG and DESPERATE nights. Such a good show, but such a hard time in the Amezcua household!
Do you people know about FNL? Do you know the greatness of Coach Eric and Principal Tammy Taylor? I want to BE Tammy Taylor with that flowing, perfect hair and always knowing the right thing to say and helping everyone and being a GREAT mom. And, let's face it, then I would be married to the hotness that is Coach Taylor.
I remember that actor (Kyle Chandler) on an episode of Grey's Anatomy. He got blown to pieces trying to diffuse a bomb that was in the hospital (GASP!) and I didn't even care. I thought his accent was annoying and I had no emotional attachment to him whatsoever! If Coach Taylor was blown to pieces by a bomb then I might never recover. NEVER! EVERRRRRRRRR! It brings a tear to my eye to think of it. And I could certainly listen to him talk ALL.DAY.LONG.
And I know many of you are rolling your eyes. . . .you probably aren't even reading this anymore and that is FINE. Because you don't know what you are missing. I have talked about this show to anyone and everyone. Some people think I need an intervention (obviously haven't ever watched it - CARLEY). Some people want to borrow my CLEAR EYES, FULL HEARTS, CAN'T LOSE, PANTHER FOOTBALL shirt (Christmas gift to myself, thankyouverymuch). Everyone who has watched it immediately starts spewing the greatness that was Friday Night Lights and how much they loved that show.
I am just completely and utterly enthralled with the fictional town of Dillon, Texas right now, folks, and I cannot break away to blog.
ESPECIALLY after my friend who shall remain nameless (she HATES it when I do that. . . .OK, it's Dasha) kept putting the bug in my ear about Netflix. "WHY do you not have Netflix?" she would question me. "Because I have Blockbuster by mail!" I would retort. We were both watching the same series, but she was watching it ON DEMAND. And I was watching it the "antiquated" way of waiting for Blockbuster to mail me the disc since they don't carry it in the store.
I knew it was becoming an obsession when I would turn my mailer disc in and get a new release from the store (which I had no intention of watching) and then I would get in my car and literally drive around the store and pull back up like I had not just left the same building 15 seconds before and return my new release in the slot in the front of the building so that they would check it in and then Blockbuster by mail would then ship me out the next Friday Night Lights release.
Yes, I really did that.
So, I asked Mike Peters to give me a tutorial on how to get this Netflix business.
His e-mail to me said, "Netflix.com. You are welcome!"
I am so thankful for such helpful friends. Sigh.
So, I FINALLY went online and figured it out myself. All I had to do was go to netflix.com and enter my information and VOILA! Less than five minutes later I was watching the next episode! And if I can watch them all during my free trial month and before Feb. 27 then I will have gotten 3 seasons for FREE! BLOCKBUSTER SHMOCKBLUSTER!
So now, every night as I should be sitting down to blog about my kids or what we have going on, instead I find myself typing in netflix.com and sitting down with the ol' computer to watch the greatness that is Tim Riggins. Or Matt Saracen. Or Coach Taylor. I could go on and on. But instead, I am going to go watch another episode or two and save the blogging for another day. I have about 20 episodes left and I am averaging 2-3 shows a night now that I can watch it on demand.
So, I will be back in about a week and a half when the series is done. I might actually shed a tear when I am finished with this greatness. But I will always have my t-shirt. And I might even go buy the whole series on DVD so I can start watching it all over again. Never mind the fact that our laundry is piled to the ceiling and I haven't looked at or spoken to my kids or my husband in WEEKS!
I am just kidding. Kind of.
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