Ready to walk those steps…maybe not, but still

Reality TV has made me very happy this week.  America’s Next Top Model named its first full-figured winner —  Whitney!  Um…yeah, she’s a size 8, but whatever.  She eats, so good enough.

And, American Idol fans finally got it right!  David Archuleta vs. David Cook in the finals.  Yes.  I am happy.  Maybe I can begin my sobriety now.

Or not.  Top Chef and Hell’s Kitchen are heating up and … then Project Runway will start again.

My name is Lex and I’m a reality-TVaholic.

There.  I took the first step.

So now I’ll just hang out here a while until my favorite shows…are cancelled and out of syndication.


Coffee Table Talk

It’s Tuesday night. Dinner is consumed. Idol is on the tube. Second glass of Shiraz is waiting patiently on the table in front of me as I write. Yes, on my table! I bought a coffee table. Let me tell you about it.

I asked my parents for a coffee table for Christmas. I know that’s a stupid gift, but I need one. I left an Ethan Allen table with Ex because I really didn’t have space for it in my last place, and because it wasn’t worth the fight. I convinced myself that I liked the “open space” in my new living room, but the truth is that I am incredibly cheap except when it comes to quality food and clothing.  In all other areas I am cheap.  I am determined to find the perfect bottle of $6 wine.  That’s how cheap I am.

I was all set to go to the cheap furniture shopper’s Mecca, Ikea.  But then I noticed that the Scan Furniture in my area was going out of business and having a sale.  I decided to go there and find a table because whatever I bought at Scan was bound to be better than any Ikea find.  I found a $500 wood and glass table that matches my furniture in an very eclectic sense — ok, so it doesn’t match.  Who cares?  Why don’t I care?  Because I paid $137 for the puppy!  Oh, yeah!!!  I love a bargain.  And nothing beats a bargain on a quality piece.  I’m so happy with my table.

I put my feet on my coffee table and I welcome company to do the same.  I am a very practical kind of furniture person.  A coffee table that can’t double as an ottoman or chair when necessary is worthless.  I hate when people have things in the house that can’t be used  or that are reserved for special occasions!  I have a Tiffany’s cake knife and triangle serving thingy.  I use it for Entemann’s pound cake that costs $1.99.  Why? Because who buys a cake that deserves to be cut with a Tiffany’s knife?  I used it for my wedding cake.  That probably cursed the deal.  I should have used the plastic one, huh?

Speaking of which, D-day is 10 DAYS AND COUNTING!!!  Ten days and I’ll be divorced!!  I’ve been separated for 3 years and I am so excited that it’ll all be over next Friday.  Finally!  Amen! Hallelujah!  Sat Nam!  Namaste!  A Salam A Lakum!  Shalom! and ALL of that!!  I’m so excited.

I’m very curious to see how I’ll feel on Friday.  Any divorcees want  to share stories of how they felt the day it was all final?  I’m really curious to see if it affects my approach to dating at all.  Right now a date is a date.  I’m not available for anything more, so I just don’t even go there.  I’m wondering if things will change instantly or over time.  To so many people it’s just a technicality, but to me it’s a milestone, a turning point.  I can’t wait.  I bet I’ll be crying like a damn baby and completely incapable of articulating what the hell I’m crying about.

I’m babbling.  Idol sucks so far.  I’m so not excited about this season.

Tell me your divorce day stories.  Lurkers, you too!!


I’m Hooked!

It’s that time of year again, folks. Yes, American Idol. I admit my weakness. I have a reality TV addiction. My drugs of choice:

  • America’s Next Top Model
  • Project Runway
  • Top Chef
  • Iron Chef America
  • American Idol

I’d like to be able to say that I am stronger and able to resist the hype but I’d be lying. I planned my evening around being in front of my TV from 8 to 10 tonight so that I can pick my favorites. Let me just say that this first guy singing will not make my list!

I tried to watch Big Brother the other night but I couldn’t follow all the craziness. I remember that in the first couple of seasons I risked getting kicked out of my graduate program to watch it. I was in a total immersion language program and I could have gotten kicked out for watching English language TV or for reading English language websites. I was hooked on BB though, so I took the risk. I can’t stand it now. Its so stupid. At least the shows I’m hooked on now require that the participants have some really skill or talent. And there’s something about watching someone else realize their dream. I always weep at the Top Model finale — well, at all of the finale’s really–but especially top model.

WHY THE HELL DOES THIS GUY HAVE ON THIS RUST COLORED SUIT??? Please tell me there’s something wrong with my color setting. Dear God in heaven. Only choir directors in black churches wear crazy colored suits! What is he thinking?!?!? Where is his wife/girlfriend. She should have exercised her veto power. Chikeize?!? OK, whatever. But the suit has to go. He doesn’t make my list either. Not impressed. Damn! Simon said Jacuzzi! Yay!! We agree that the suit is hideous.

Are you guys addicted to reality TV too? What are your fav’s?

And while we’re asking questions (and I’m in the mood for spilling my guts) how about you guys interview me. I feel like answering questions you guys may have about me –possibly because I’m on my 3rd glass of wine for the evening, but whatever. You ask, I’ll answer. I think. I don’t know how people agree to this before seeing the questions.

So shoot! Ask away and if you are an ass, I’ll just ignore you. K? K!

P.S. I love Jason!  He rocks!