My favorite TV shows and movies have always seemed to take me unaware.  Usually something I had absolutely no interest in watching.  The very first one was "The Monkeys" reruns on Nick at Night back in the late '80s.  I hated the Monkeys when they were on originally.  In my late 20's, I would get my housework done and treat myself by watching them at 11 p.m waiting for Richard to come home from work.  Next was Star Trek TNG.  Again, no interest at all in this show, until it was in it's final few seasons.  Then I would watch the two shows back to back on UPN and the Network show on whatever night it was.  There were several others that I can't remember right at this moment.  Untamed Heart and Robin Hood Prince of Thieves were total favorites.  I watched them over and over and over.  Charmed completely captivated me.  Then we moved to Mississippi and there was no Buffy, no Angel, no Charmed. all the WB shows were not available.  No 90210.  I was sick!!  So the next show was The Nanny.  Every single episode.  Had to see it.  Law and Order segued into CSI: any version.  House.  SHREK.  So recently there was this movie that came out that all the young girls were just gaga over.  ICK.  No desire whatsoever to see it.  But then the Netfix account had run out of new releases that interested me and so I figured, "why not?" everyone has seemed to love it.  Which is why I really didn't want to see it.  Those movies everyone loves are so passe!  Insipid, stupid, sappy, yuck. 

It sat around for three weeks before I watched it. 


Then Richard and I had to watch it together.


Then I bought the book.


Then I had to buy the rest of the books.


And read every single one overnight and finished them on the morning of the next day, (except for the last, because I knew it was the last and there were no more coming  ).


Then I had to start over again and read them again. 


So let me introduce you to my latest obsession.......








My husband as usual has been wonderful through the whole thing.  He lets me ramble on about the plot and how this affects that and blah blah blah.  He only teases me a little bit about the fact that I have started re-reading the books.  He is amazing.

I wrote an essay yesterday on a short story by Alice Walker: Everyday Use.  I wrote about Maggie, the younger sister who stays at home and is the one who will further her families heritage as the older sister goes out and becomes materialistic.  The gist of the story was a quilt that was being passed on to Maggie was wanted by the older sister to hang on the wall.  Mother told her no, it was being given to Maggie for her wedding to John Thomas.  The sister sneers at this and says, and I'm paraphrasing because I don't want to go into the next room and look it up, "she'll put it on the bed for everyday use!"   It was a great story and I suggest you read it if you haven't, you can google it.

I have been debating lately about going to my 30th class reunion.  It is probably moot because that is most likely when 4th semester will be.  Anyway as I was being honest with myself this morning, the only people I would like to see there won't be there.  One has said the only person he would like to see is me,and I'm not going. Another died shortly after graduation, the others have not been located.  The real reason I would have wanted to go was to make friends out of former acquaintances. To get to know them. To explain this, I graduated from a Class of 563, most of the other students were only acquaintances.  I have looked over the page set up by the organizers and have noticed that most of the "popular" kids have not been brave enough to post a current photo.  hmmmmm  I hate the way I look, but this is it.  I am who I am.  I also noticed that a lot of the guys introduce their wives as by their first names, unless they went to our high school.  If not they had no identity before they were married.  I'm not a raging feminist, the opposite in fact.  I believe God put Richard at the head of our home for a reason.  I do have a brain and I use it. A lot. We discuss a lot of issues and debate a lot of decisions, and we usually agree, but in the end, he is still the head of our home.  When he wrote profile information for his reunion website or in letters to old friends to catch up, he has always stated; " I married Kimberley LeClere" as though he has great pride in doing so. 
There are a few people who interest me.  I would like to email them and ask "who are you now? This is who I am!" but is that appropriate? 

In 8th grade a group of girls came up to me.  They had wondrous news, they said. There was a boy who wanted me to come join their group.  He really "LIKED" me, they said.  As though I had not enough sense to have a crush on a boy on my own.  This was one of the "popular" groups. I was intimidated, and so I went.  The boy was nice enough, in fact I probably would have liked him had I gotten to know him on my own.  He called a couple of times, but I never really knew anything about him. He asked many questions about me and what my interests were.  At that age, my interest was Horses, Horses, and more Horses.  I talked about breaking in a horse for a friend I had, how he had thrown me and it had given me a big scare. That is all I remember talking about.  In the end, I felt as though I was under a microscope and being laughed at so I tried to avoid them.  I remember the girls following me and shouting at me, "why don't you like him? are you too good for us? " and the clincher, "why are you such a bitch?"  I remember being frightened and hurt. 

These are the people who won't post adult pictures of themselves.  I know they have grown, as have I. I see the pictures of them, and huge surprised, they have all married each other.  No, I probably don't want to go.  My loved ones are not going or gone on, and I plenty of future friends right where I am.  If Providence has it in store for me to make friends from former class mates, I have made efforts in that arena as well with no response, so it will happen if it does.

Aside from all that, nursing school has robbed me of much XANGA time, and I have not been the friend I should be here.  (HI Angie and Stacie, I love you guys! ) 

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